Xu Fan stood quietly in front of the barbell, without lying down on the bench at all.
Seeing Xu Fan's indifferent demeanor, the two foreigners thought he was scared, so they mocked him, "Yan Country weakling, no need to look anymore, 250 kilograms, even three of you couldn't lift it. Hurry up and find a cup to catch a drink from our bodies' fine brew."
"Haha, a frog in a well cannot discuss the ocean, a summer insect cannot discuss ice. I will show you now what strength is," Xu Fan said lightly, extending two fingers and placing them beneath the barbell.
"Lift!" Xu Fan's fingers gently lifted.
The 250-kilogram barbell rested on Xu Fan's fingers as if it were a mere pencil, effortlessly lifted by him.