Chapter 934: Pull-up on the Single Bar, Instructor, You Do One
Removing her cumbersome coat, she revealed a pink sweater beneath. With a light tap of her tiptoes, she easily leaped up and grabbed the horizontal bar with both hands.
Her arms and shoulders exerted force, swinging her body forward. With a powerful push upwards, her chin cleared the bar.
Isabella Enoch seemed to feel this level of ease was too simplistic, her lips slightly pursed.
During the next pull-up, she employed full arm strength, her chest going over the position of the bar.
One pull-up after another, her movements were standard, fluid as clouds and water, with not a hint of dragging or laziness. Her small frame concealed an explosive strength.
"..."
As time passed, sparse sweat appeared on her forehead, but she seemed tireless. The speed of her pull-ups didn't slow down.
The people in the parallel bar training room felt a violent shock; it was as if their jaws would drop to the floor.
Holy shit!
This little cutie is fierce!