The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 1336 816: Arm Wrestling Match (Part 2)

"Hehe, what does this guy do?"

Pointing right at Liu Zheng, she inquired.

"He's the delivery man from Bloody Restaurant, likely bringing your food order. With his super membership card, I had no choice but to allow entry. Rest assured, though—no one lays a finger on my students inside this gym."

Hard Man assured her confidently.

"Naturally. Still, I doubt he poses any threat to me anyway."

With a scornful look, Cang Sha Xiang eyed Liu Zheng.

"Hey, that fires me up."

Liu Zheng felt irritation rising now.

He didn't see himself as extraordinary by any means, yet he resembled a steadfast rock amid the Underwater River—unyielding and resilient.

A prodigy in martial arts such as Ma Baoli always showed him respect. So why did this dark-skinned lass act so haughty just because of her superior purity?

"You seem awfully sure of yourself, so how about a little contest? Lose, and you accept the delivery; I lose, and I'm out right away. Deal?"

Liu Zheng provoked.

"Xiangjiang, don't take his bait."

Hard Man cautioned.

"Relax, coach—I won't pick a fight here in the gym."

Cang Sha Xiang responded.

"Does that mean you're turning down my challenge?"

Liu Zheng questioned.

"Not at all, I'm in, but let's switch the event, and alter the stakes for my loss as well."

Cang Sha Xiang answered.

"Switch to what?"

"Arm wrestling it is, and should you lose, purchase this gym and lease it to Coach Hard Man for twenty-five thousand monthly."

Cang Sha Xiang declared.

"Oh? That's intriguing—care to share the backstory?"

Liu Zheng arched his brow.

Those precise conditions obviously weren't improvised on the spot.

"Accepting or not?"

Cang Sha Xiang pressed.

The idea had struck her upon hearing from Hard Man about Liu Zheng's super membership card, making it somewhat impulsive too.

"Fine."

Liu Zheng consented.

Acquiring it could serve perfectly as headquarters for the Delivery Gang. Niu Ma might launch a trading firm, Bai Tianshi a clinic, Panda a Taoist temple, Luo Ping a detective office, San Huamao a snack bar, and Niu Daji...

Well, Niu Daji would handle property management and security duties.

Lease the extra spaces, channeling the income into gang resources to repay his allies—ideal setup.

"Coach, may I explain now?"

Cang Sha Xiang requested.

"Sure, no secrets here."

Hard Man agreed with a nod.

Knowing it was arm wrestling eased his concerns. Xiangjiang might falter in combat, but she excelled at arm wrestling.

"City Second University's expansion will swallow up nearby streets. This one's outside the main zone, yet property values and rents are bound to surge."

"The landlord warned that the lease won't renew after it ends. The owner intends to shift the gym elsewhere, but Coach Hard Man and the rest of us refuse to budge."

Cang Sha Xiang summed up briefly.

"Current monthly rent?"

Liu Zheng inquired.

"Thirty thousand."

Cang Sha Xiang stated.

"Hmm."

They weren't pushing for extra—it was clear these folks cherished fitness and their gym deeply.

"Okay, time to start."

Liu Zheng announced.

"Come with us."

Cang Sha Xiang and Hard Man guided him to a compact chamber.

A sturdy little round table occupied the room's heart, crafted from dense alloy.

This heavy-duty setup screamed arm wrestling purpose.

"Why leave the base unsecured?"

Liu Zheng wondered.

Just a flat metal disc anchored it, unbolted and unwelded to the ground.

"Reinforce it, and if the pillar buckles under strain, someone gets hurt."

Hard Man clarified.

"Understood."

Liu Zheng acknowledged, settling into the seat by the entrance as Cang Sha Xiang took the facing spot.

"No extraordinary gear or powers—just raw muscle power. No meddling with your rival, or you forfeit instantly."

Hard Man laid out the rules.

"Where does an artificial body fit? Not sure if it even counts as muscle."

Liu Zheng probed.

"Artificial body?"

Hard Man froze momentarily, finally spotting the unnatural look of his frame.

"Uh..."

Hard Man faltered.

Never before had he judged a bout with an artificial body involved.

"No issue, coach. I trust my abilities."

Cang Sha Xiang shrugged it off.

"Very well, if Xiangjiang insists."

Hard Man yielded.

"Then let's go."

Liu Zheng positioned his arm at the table's midpoint, mentally linking with Extreme Fury Asura.

"Go full throttle, Asura. Losing arm wrestling to a regular human? That'd be humiliating."

He urged.

Though basic, Liu Zheng's prod held strong sway over Extreme Fury Asura's present smarts.

Crimson glow surged through him like vital fluid, muscles pulsing akin to beating hearts.

"Wow~ You're tougher than you appear—this gets exciting!"

Thrill laced Cang Sha Xiang's tone.

She inhaled deeply, veins and sinews popping vividly.

Her build stayed balanced, yet every fiber gleamed metallically, like metal hammered in flames.

Big palm met petite one in a grip, sensing instantly the granite-hard might beneath.

"I'll count down to three, then push."

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

The moment Hard Man finished, they both unleashed their power.

Having suggested arm wrestling, Cang Sha Xiang mastered its tactics and protocols flawlessly.

Elbow glued firm to the surface, upper arm upright—it built a rock-solid triangle brace, while trimming the lever arm to minimize power waste.

Her wrist curved inward roughly 15°, dodging energy leaks from over-flex or risky extension that might snap the joint.

These subtle maneuvers boosted Cang Sha Xiang's power output by over ten percent compared to Liu Zheng.

Beyond superior leverage, her raw might stunned.

Cannon-proof alloy groaned like grinding fangs beneath her elbow, her dark-skinned form's cords shifting relentlessly like a snapping wire in freefall, slamming at Liu Zheng.

"A name like that promises real prowess."

Liu Zheng's expression shifted as Cang Sha Xiang's boundless force hit.

Back when he first hit the Metropolis, that arm would've been mush already.

Pre-artificial swap, straight-up clashing with that force was unthinkable.

Yet today...

"Ignore the consumption—crush her!"

Liu Zheng bellowed inwardly.

"Roar!"

Extreme Fury Asura bellowed in reply.

Its hard-earned "fed" reserves vanished in a flash, fueling the construct's raging blaze, muscles igniting gold-red hot.

"One elbow dominates all!"

Ignoring finesse like "70% effort for tension buildup before ramping up to break rhythm" or "finger hook with sudden surge for imbalance," he charged headlong, full blast.

Detecting Liu Zheng's relentless surge, Cang Sha Xiang paled briefly, then lit up with nine—or tenfold—greater thrill.

Aside from Coach Hard Man, here at last was a near-human foe who could truly challenge her.

Liu Zheng poured everything in—for triumph and honor—so she'd match with her utmost.

"Ignite!"

Cang Sha Xiang activated the technique from a companion without pause.

Every cell rampaged over ten times faster by force. Raging vitality flushed her skin from ebony to crimson.

Sweat erupted as vapor from her pores, back muscles contorting into a gigantic fiendish visage.