Zhou Xing was well aware that this was merely the opponent's bluster. After all, he knew his own strength intimately. He couldn't even beat an ordinary fitness coach in an arm wrestle. Moreover, he had once exerted 125 kilograms of force with a single hand, a truly boast-worthy figure.
He then looked at the tall, well-proportioned man before him. He possessed no robust physique, no sculpted muscle lines. When Zhou Xing gripped his opponent's forearm, he couldn't even feel any prominent muscle contours. How could such a weakling possibly compete with him?
In comparison, Zhou Xing seemed to have already devoured Ren Yuanhao.
His fangs, like a vampire's, curled outwards. What was once a clean-cut, effeminate face now resembled a ghoul crawling out of a tomb. The onlookers' hearts leaped into their throats, as if they hadn't witnessed a match with such a stark disparity in strength for a long time!
Before the competition even began, the scales of victory in everyone's minds had already tipped towards Zhou Xing. And when one of the young masters announced the start, Zhou Xing couldn't hold on for even a moment, his arm falling back like wind-blown weeds!
"Won, won?"
Everyone looked at the incredibly composed Ren Yuanhao in disbelief.
However, this was only a test of forearms. Losing didn't seem too embarrassing, the young masters thought. They were only resentful that Ren Yuanhao's smug face hadn't been hit.
Bai Zhiyu knew when to quit. Most importantly, her male idol hadn't lost face and had maintained his cool image, which was more than enough. Just as she was about to step forward to mediate, Zhou Xing's expression turned cold. He grabbed a glass of fruit wine, downed it in one gulp, and said in a deep voice, "Don't get cocky. If you have the guts, try again!"
"Trying again is fine, but let me remind you one thing: don't get overconfident. Be careful you don't get slapped in the face again, that would be awkward." Ren Yuanhao whispered the last half of his sentence close to Zhou Xing's ear.
Ren Yuanhao's seemingly face-saving gesture did not earn him any gratitude from Zhou Xing. He sneered, gripped Ren Yuanhao's hand, and said coldly, "This time, you're finished!"
Thud!
As soon as the competition was announced to start, Zhou Xing was instantly defeated again. His arm, lying on the table, trembled slightly. Almost everyone was speechless, except for Bai Zhiyu, who let out a clear laugh.
But to Zhou Xing, this laughter sounded like cold mockery, like the biting winter wind on his skin in the depths of winter, making him shiver.
This time, Ren Yuanhao was the one who initiated the provocation.
"Want to go another round?"
Ren Yuanhao had already extended his arm.
A faint smile played on his lips, like sunlight breaking through the clouds, warm and beautiful. Yet, in Zhou Xing's eyes, such a gaze and smile were nothing but mockery, a profound insult!
"Of course, we'll go again!"
As Zhou Xing blurted out his response, the four young masters huddled closer and whispered in his ear.
"This guy seems to have some skills, but trying to compete fairly with you is just asking for trouble. We believe in you, brother!"
"Exactly, this guy just looks infuriating. Go for it, brother!"
The four men, like comrades being briefed before going into battle, and like a shot of adrenaline, greatly boosted Zhou Xing's morale, preparing him to take down Ren Yuanhao in one fell swoop.
Who knew that Ren Yuanhao's next words and actions would instantly plunge his morale to rock bottom.
"Wait a minute, shouldn't it be my turn to choose the game method this time?"
Ren Yuanhao tapped his knuckles on the table, appearing like a wolf sharpening its claws, then reached for the spot on Zhou Xing's arm infinitely close to his elbow!
Leverage principles tell us that the closer you are to the pivot point, the more force is required. And the spot Ren Yuanhao gripped was infinitely close to the pivot!
Everyone held their breath, feeling as if a fierce beast was lurking behind Ren Yuanhao. His gaze remained as calm as if he had just opened his eyes after waking up, but precisely this kind of gaze was a tremendous provocation to Zhou Xing!
"Amusing! I think you've gone mad!"
"Let's begin."
Ren Yuanhao snapped his fingers, as if pulling a trigger. An unprecedented fear instantly surged into Zhou Xing's brain. His upper arm felt as if it were clamped by a scorching hot pair of pliers, rendering him unable to exert any force. The moment the competition began, his entire forearm collapsed onto the table like the lifeless tail of a snake.
"No, impossible..."
Zhou Xing slammed his hand on the table, "You're cheating, you bastard!"
"Cheating?" Ren Yuanhao also stood up from his stool, seemingly completely uninterested in such a one-sided competition. "Why would I need to cheat in such a boring match?"
Zhou Xing staggered back, then raised his arm. He suddenly discovered a large red palm print on his elbow, clearly the result of Ren Yuanhao's immense strength. This palm print was ironclad evidence, a symbol of true power!
"Wow, that kind of strength is just too freakish. With a boyfriend like that, you'd feel incredibly safe wherever you go!" The woman in white was filled with admiration. She then leaned towards Ren Yuanhao and asked, "By the way, how do I book a date through DiDi Dating? I want to book one too!"
Ren Yuanhao also gave a gentlemanly bow and stated decisively, "I'm sorry, I'm the only salesperson for DiDi Dating. And it's not that customers choose us, but rather we choose the customers."
"That's so high-class?" The plump woman and the other older women exclaimed, then sighed again.
Zhou Xing, having lost in his strong suit, retreated sheepishly to the plump woman's side. At this moment, the plump woman's eyes hadn't left Ren Yuanhao, and she was full of envy and jealousy for Bai Zhiyu's fortune.
The more he looked, the angrier he became, but Ren Yuanhao's slap was too forceful. The crushing display of strength left him with no room to retort.
Just as everyone was looking at Ren Yuanhao with newfound respect, the screen where Bai Zhiyu was seated was suddenly pushed aside by a large hand, and a man adorned with pearls and jewels, accompanied by a youthful maiden, appeared at the banquet!
"Guo, Guo Sheng!"
The woman in white was the first to recognize the newcomer, then sheepishly retreated to the young master's side, her eyes dimming slightly. Upon seeing the man named Guo Sheng, the other sisters also reined in their excitement, appearing like frostbitten eggplants.
Only Bai Zhiyu's gaze turned sharp like a sword. She first glanced at the young maiden, then glared fiercely at Guo Sheng.
"Hmph, a bunch of boring old women, only finding a little bit of insignificant self-worth in these young studs, right, Bai Zhiyu?"
Just as Bai Zhiyu was about to speak, Ren Yuanhao lit a cigarette, took a couple of puffs, and then blew smoke rings into the face of the man called Guo Sheng, saying in a low voice, "If I'm not mistaken, you must be that heartless scoundrel, right?"
"Who do you think you are? You, a lowly 'young master,' get to lecture me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young maiden immediately picked up a glass of fruit wine and splashed it onto Ren Yuanhao.