Jackie Chan's hand didn't move at all, Tuo Yonggang didn't believe in evil, gritted his teeth and exerted force again.
This time I really tried my best!
Tuoyong's neck and face were red from holding it in, and the veins on his face were protruding, as if he was holding in feces, and he kept making ahhh sounds in his throat.
Tuo Yonggang thought that he would definitely be able to break Jackie Chan's wrist if he tried his best.
Even if Jackie Chan is a big guy.
It's a pity that the idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel, and Jackie Chan's hand still hasn't moved at all.
"This, how is this possible?"
Tuo Yonggang was shocked beyond imagination, and his pupils trembled like an earthquake.
He had already used up all his strength to drink milk, and he couldn't understand that they were both arms, so the difference in strength could be so huge, so big that it couldn't be shaken.
"Why do I look so wrong?"
Wu Zhe frowned, and his inner emotions were as violent as boiling water.
As a top student with a double bachelor's degree and a master's degree, Wu Zhe's understanding of the human body is far beyond that of ordinary people. He knows a lot of profound knowledge that ordinary people do not know.
But the terrifying power displayed by Jackie Chan was far beyond his understanding.
Wu Zhe was greatly shocked!
"Boss, why don't you move? Try harder and push him down harder."
Xu Sanduo was well educated by Jackie Chan. He no longer acted like a fool who was the leader all day long, and transformed into Jackie Chan's little fanboy.
"I don't fucking believe it."
Tuoyong was so upset that he almost lost his temper. He took a deep breath and tried his best again.
This time my eyes were red and bloodshot.
It's already the final limit.
Still warm!
Jackie Chan can deadlift 1,000 pounds in sets, and he is a monster in terms of strength. Wouldn't it be cruel to fight with him?
No matter how hard Tuo Yonggang exerted his strength, Jackie Chan's arm was still as stable as a mountain.
Tuo Yonggang was so strong that he howled.
Jackie Chan's arms are still strong, and he always maintains a relaxed smile on his face, and he even finds time to deliberately tease Tuo Yonggang.
"Hey, No. 27, if one hand doesn't work, do you want to try with two hands? As long as you can pull it off with two hands, I will count you as the winner, how about that?"
What Jackie Chan said is simply heartbreaking.
The last bit of confidence that Tuo Yonggang had left was completely shattered by Jackie Chan's words, leaving only a sense of helplessness and despair.
"you win."
Realizing that the gap between the two sides was too great, and that continuing to persist would only be humiliating oneself, Tuonaga retracted his hand decisively.
He simply gave up.
In order to move back into the field in the second game, Takuong realized that he had to avoid all power options, and an idea came to his mind as soon as his eyes rolled.
"In the second game, we compete in push-ups, and we do push-ups with one hand."
Tuo Yonggang raised his head and looked at Jackie Chan, his eyes filled with stubbornness and dissatisfaction.
He is very confident in this game!
Push-ups do require a certain amount of strength, but strength is only a secondary condition for push-ups and cannot be directly linked to the number of push-ups done.
The ability of the arm muscles to withstand lactic acid and the core strength of the waist and abdomen are the most critical necessary conditions.
simply put.
How many push-ups you can do has nothing to do with the size of your muscles. It can only be said that there is no correlation at all.
One-handed push-ups are more strenuous for people with a heavy weight than for people with a small weight.
And the most important point is.
Tuo Yonggang determined that Jackie Chan's exaggerated muscles were impossible to develop through natural exercise and must have been catalyzed by the use of certain drugs and foods.
Although he didn't know what technology was used, he believed that there must be such a thing.
According to Tuo Yonggang's own knowledge and understanding, the endurance of "technological" muscles is definitely much worse than that of muscles exercised through beating.
This will definitely expose big problems when it comes to push-ups that require endurance.
Tuo Yonggang was able to think of so many things in a short period of time, and specifically thought of one-handed push-ups for the competition, which proved that he had a certain accumulation of professional knowledge and was definitely worthy of being personally invited by the captain.
If he is really a "technical medicine man" common in later generations, Tuo Yonggang can really win this round.
pity.
Jackie Chan's muscles are natural.
Not only is his strength stronger than what he has trained, but his endurance is also crushed in all dimensions.
"Okay, let's do push-ups with one hand, but I have to add a few rules. Otherwise, it would be too boring just to compare numbers like this." Jackie Chan said.
"Say." Tuo Yonggang was very confident.
"Let's do it face to face. Whoever is more than three points behind will lose. How about it? Do you dare to compete?" Jackie Chan challenged.
"Oh, it's just what I wanted."
Tuo Yonggang was so confident now that he lay down neatly and started to prepare.
Jackie Chan also lay down and chose to use his right hand.
"ready, go."
It started with Wu Zhe's voice.
Jackie Chan and Tuo Yonggang, who were lying face to face, began to do push-ups as fast as they could, trying to get rid of each other and win the game.
"One, two, three..."
Xu Sanduo counted carefully beside him, and his voice reached everyone's ears clearly.
Wu Zhe originally thought that this would be a protracted battle. Unless Jackie Chan and Tuo Yonggang fought for more than a hundred times, there would be no way to determine the winner.
But a scene that stunned him soon appeared.
When Jackie Chan and Tuoyong first started, they could do each push-up in about one second, because it takes time to go up and down, and the frequency between the two was basically the same.
But when he quickly reached 20 in one breath, Tuo Yonggang's speed began to slow down.
One-handed push-ups are already much more strenuous than both-hand push-ups. In addition, now it is an explosive and fast sprint. The up and down frequency is faster and lactic acid accumulates faster.
Tuo Yonggang is just an air force paratrooper, and his main advantage lies in his airborne ability.
Although his physical fitness is better than that of ordinary soldiers, and even better than that of many company scouts, overall he is not much better.
Compared to the special forces who risk their lives to train, they are definitely far behind.
Doing 80 or 90 push-ups with one hand is already Taku Yonggang's limit. After sprinting for 20 times, he needs to slow down appropriately to release muscle lactic acid.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Tuo Yonggang believes that Jackie Chan is definitely worse than him. Being able to do 20 at his speed is definitely the limit of his body.
In order to do more, he slowed down.
Tuo Yonggang thought that Jackie Chan would also slow down and become more and more weak as the number of one-handed push-ups continued to increase.
Until finally I couldn't hold on any longer and was easily thrown away by him.
The imagined result was very beautiful, and Tuo Yonggang seemed to have already seen the victory.
After slowing down the speed for two steps, Tuo Yonggang confidently looked up at Jackie Chan, wanting to appreciate the miserable sight of Jackie Chan being unable to keep up with the rhythm and having sore muscles all over his body.
This is the result.
My eyes almost fell to the floor.
Tuo Yonggang imagined Jackie Chan to be weak, but his speed didn't slow down at all.
It's still the same as the beginning, doing it very fast.
"MD, is this guy crazy?"
Tuo Yonggang was frightened by Jackie Chan, thinking that Jackie Chan was going to fight him desperately, so he quickly increased his speed and started a bloody fight with Jackie Chan.
This continuous high-speed outbreak caused Tuo Yonggang's condition to begin to decline rapidly.
"30,31,32..."
Xu Sanduo has accurate counting machines and his work attitude is very serious and focused.
When Tuoyong reached 30, he could still grit his teeth and barely keep up with Jackie Chan, even though his face was as red as a monkey's butt and was already covered with sweat beads as big as beans.
It fell to the ground with a splat.
But when Xu San's count reached 40, Tuo Yonggang reached his limit and couldn't hold on any longer.
He felt like his arm was about to explode. It couldn't be described as simple soreness, it had turned into a severe pain.
And as the pain continued to intensify, the arm began to stiffen at an extremely fast speed.
Like a rusty machine, it moves slower and slower.
"No. 46, you lose. Chief, you are already four times behind my boss."
Xu Sanduo's excited shouts were like a sharp knife, cutting off Tuo Yonggang's last persistence and making him feel discouraged at this moment.
There was a pop.
Tuoyong fell down and fell to the ground.
His lungs were panting fiercely at a very fast speed, sucking in fresh air.
There was no confidence left in his eyes, and his original reluctance to admit defeat completely disappeared, leaving only eyes wide with disbelief.
Even if he witnessed the whole process with his own eyes, he was still a party involved.
Tuo Yonggang still couldn't believe that Jackie Chan, a monster giant built with technology, had such abnormal endurance.
Aren’t his muscles tired?
Tuo Yonggang’s mind is filled with questions!!
"27, are you okay?"
Wu Zhe walked over and helped Tuo Yonggang with concern, lifting him up from the ground and sitting on a stool.
Tuo Yonggang, who felt like he was almost dying just now and could hardly breathe, looked at Jackie Chan who was standing in front of him.
His face was just slightly red and his breathing was very steady.
Nowhere looks uncomfortable.
The life-and-death situation he was in now was a huge difference between heaven and earth, as if the two of them were not from the same world.
this moment……
Tuo Yonggang was really hit hard and was completely convinced by Jackie Chan.
Fully aware that there are people outside the world, even if he comes from the awesome airborne troops, he is nothing in front of Jackie Chan.
His strength and endurance were completely defeated, and he was convinced of the defeat without any complaints.
Chong Chenglong waved his hands and said helplessly: "No. 44, you win, let's not compete. You are not a human at all. You are a monster. There is no need to compete with others. How can a human win against a monster like you?"
Tuo Yonggang accepted the bet and accepted the defeat happily.
Jackie Chan looked up to him again.
But he still has to say what needs to be said, he still has to hit when he needs to be hit, and he still has to get the game rewards he deserves.
"Since you admit defeat, follow the rules and be polite in front of me from now on, do you understand?" Jackie Chan said with the attitude of a winner.
"Okay, okay, I understand."
Tuo Yonggang readily agreed. It would not be embarrassing to lose to someone as powerful as Jackie Chan.
After he finished, he joked: "No. 44, you will be my squad leader from now on. Whatever you say will be whatever you say. However, as the squad leader, you must carry forward the style of our army and take more care of me, a new recruit, during training."
"That's no problem. If you can't run, I can give you a few free kicks to increase your speed."
When Jackie Chan said this, everyone laughed.
The atmosphere in the dormitory quickly returned to harmony. Everyone sat down and chatted happily on various topics.
During the rest of the first day in the camp, Qi Huan didn't show up to get into trouble.
All the trainees followed the procedure step by step. After dinner at 6 o'clock, they returned to the dormitory and chatted for a while, looking forward to the next special training trip.
9 o'clock sharp.
The lights-out signal officially sounded and everyone went to bed.
The rules Qi Huan agreed upon were to wash up at 6 a.m. and have breakfast at 6:30 a.m.
The trainees thought they could have a good night's sleep and then face the first day of special training in high spirits to show off their abilities.
As a result, the special training team did not play according to common sense.
4 o'clock in the morning.
The morning star has not yet climbed into the starry sky, and the entire Camp A is still shrouded in night, with only a little bit of moonlight shining on the earth.
Sudden!
"Beep beep beep beep beep."
The rapid whistle pierced the dark night.
"Emergency gathering!"
Qi Huan's shouted instructions were clearly transmitted to every dormitory.
"Emergency gathering, get up quickly."
Jackie Chan was the first to react, shouting to remind everyone, and got up and dressed calmly and quickly.
Xu Sanduo was also very sensitive to emergency gatherings. He moved just a little slower than Jackie Chan. He picked up the clothes hanging on the bedside and put them on as quickly as possible.
Tuo Yonggang and Wu Zhe were still drowsy and had not slept enough, but thinking of the punishment they had received in the basketball gym during the day, they had to force themselves to get up.
You can't turn on the lights in the dormitory so it's dark, so everyone can only dress according to their feelings.
Fortunately, it is just an ordinary emergency gathering. You can assemble as long as you are wearing clothes. It is not an emergency gathering in full force. There is no need to pack beds and backpacks.
Jackie Chan was the first to put on his clothes and shoes with a speed that was so proficient that he changed his belt and hat, then rushed out and ran downstairs.
Xu Sanduo followed Jackie Chan closely and was the second person to rush out of the dormitory.
When the two of them arrived at the playground downstairs, there were already more than a dozen students standing here. Being from the first floor, they saved the time of going down the stairs.
within the next minute.
The 44 students arrived one after another and lined up consciously.
Only then did the students standing in the team realize that except for them, there was no one else downstairs. Even Qi Huan, who had blown the whistle just now, was missing.
The instructor blew the assembly whistle, but the person disappeared.
What kind of trick is this?
All the students looked at me and didn't look at you. They were all confused and couldn't understand it at all.
Only Jackie Chan knew what was going on. He looked towards the corner of the dormitory on the left with his peripheral vision. He thought about a group of old men hiding in the corner and couldn't help but want to laugh.
Tuo Yonggang was the first to lose his composure, yawned, rubbed his eyes, and said speechlessly: "Why is there no one? Isn't this our assembly sentry?"
"It's really possible." A student agreed.
"No, it's ours. I recognize the butcher's voice even when it turns to ashes."
The student standing in the first row retorted affirmatively. He stood in the first row because he was the first to arrive. He came early and his words were indeed more credible.