Zhuan An 5

¨Umm. What was that for?¨ Still after the kiss was over Xiao Fan decided it would be to his benefit to inquire why had Zhuan An kissed him in the middle of the sect for no reason.

Zhuan An, now having taken a few steps back was looking red, really red all the way from her neck to the top of her head responded ¨I-I couldn't hold it in anymore?¨ Like she knew the reason why she did it? The feeling had been there for too long, slowly filling the bottle trying to contain it, and just now it had been filled prompting a takeover, making her do that.

¨Ah, it was a stupid thing to ask¨ Xiao Fan realised that things such as what had happened couldn't be explained, not even the best explainer in the world could tell him what had been going on in her mind. Should have been better to save the moment and continue with everything.

Then to set this to the right track, he added in ¨Shall we continue?¨ And then reached out for the weight which had been left unattended for a moment, his idea was to move on, no one needed to remind of that episode, simply leave it there.

To this, Zhuan An didn't say anything verbally, but she did physically shake her head in agreement, at a pace and look which had similarities with a chicken eating grains.

Feeling that the kissing event was getting a good amount of dirt on it, Xiao Fan took the bar up, but this time to his other shoulder, and then started lifting. With newfound power, it wasn't like either would forget that.

¨What do you think? Both sides look the same?¨ He immediately after doing five reps and putting the weight down asked.

¨Maybe your left side is a little awkward compared to the right. But it's whatever, as we'll be testing on your better arm, so it doesn't matter now. Fix that later on¨ She having found the hint had by now got back to her coaching mode.

¨Then we should be ready to start testing?¨ Xiao Fan continued the talk.

¨Yup. After every successful lift, you'll add twenty kilos into both ends, that's everything¨ She informed him the way the test would proceed.

With that in mind, Xiao Fan started lifting.

The hundred kilos in the bar he had been doing the lifts with just now weren't much so 140Kg shouldn't be too much, he thought, and so casually added in the plates and lifted the weight.

180Kg Was a little problem, but nothing that was in the category of hard, it was more of a problem of finding the balance, for he had almost double the weight, so the spot needed to be changed a little. Nothing major, but it this shouldn't be hard in the first place, or there would be something off big time.

How about 220Kg? It was the first weight that Xiao Fan needed to sacrifice some technique with, he had gone a little to his spine, but thankfully only so much that Zhuan An commented to be careful with it.

To fix that mistake of his, he made the lift a couple of times, working on keeping his middle body in a stable lock so that he didn't need to do anything funny when he attempted 260Kg.

260Kg Itself was finally something that was in the category of hard. Only to get the weight to his shoulder took time and energy from Xiao Fan, who when it was up there didn't waste a moment before dropping down and shooting up.

Zhuan An watching from the front watched as Xiao Fan's heels rose from the ground and his hips made movement trying to add in their power production before his legs would be locked straight. His body twisting quite hardly to the side she for a moment was scared, but it seemed that he only liked to do it this way.

Her focus wasn't so much on the bar that was going upwards at a steady pace not losing much momentum before at the very end where Xiao Fan needed to struggle for a bit before it was on a straight hand.

The lifter noting that his hand was locked, knew what it meant and so pushed the bar forwards so that he could drop it to the ground; there was no way one would try and make a controlled drop with that amount of plates on the bar.

Dropping the weight was the better and cooler way of doing it. There was even the bonus of hearing the plates hit the floor and then sending a shock wave around the two.

¨Is three hundred okay to try?¨ Xiao Fan, not knowing much of the technique of his lift, asked the person who was in charge of that. She would either say that he could continue or stop here for safety reasons.

¨If you don't go more sideways than that. Everything should be fine from what I can see¨ Zhuan An gave the green light for his want to try 300Kg. From what she saw, no movements in his lifting were happening that could indicate an injury risk, so it was a go.

¨Then three hundred kilograms it is¨ She had given him the go-ahead, and he would do so after he had added in more plates.

When the plates were set into the bar, Xiao Fan after a small chat with Zhuan An on what he should do came back to the bar then found his footing, grabbed the weight with his two hands that lifted it to his shoulder that for a moment kept the whole thing in place.

From the very start, he heeded the notes of Zhuan An that told him to keep the range of his leg motion smaller but more explosive. She had said something along the lines of it doesn't matter how long it is if it doesn't produce explosive energy going upwards.

This meant the timing of everything would be smaller, but the newly added twenty-kilogram plates were bigger for sure, if he hadn't put them on himself he would argue them to be fifties, for the feeling increase was much higher than the kilogram increase. Whereas the one before had been something light that he could lift maybe two or three times, this one wasn't such, for this one could be lifted once if it could be lifted at all.

Nevertheless, now making a very small downwards motion with his legs he used any strength he could muster from his legs that had been rebelling against him some half an hour ago and use that energy into a sudden start.

Already doing so Xiao Fan felt that the momentum he had gained was much better, yet that thought didn't get further as he needed to complete rest of the lift before thinking more.

Calfs, thighs, and then hips all on their own fuse were lit in succession and the energy they had made soon run through his body and hit the shoulder where the weight was resting on.

Right before that hit, he began his movements which would then capitalise on that energy he had produced with his legs that had now taken to the sidelines as the arm and the muscles attached to it began working.

His body leaned to the side his free hand going lower while the hand with the weight was pushed into the end of his socket so that more would make it leave the socket. Nevertheless, it was natural feeling and anyway Xiao Fan was now focussing on pushing the bar upwards and not on how something might feel or look like. At this point, a failure would mean failure; there was no plan nor way to correct anything too big.

Though there was nothing that needed to be correct, nor was there something that would soon cause one, the lift was slowly going upwards. And it seemed that thanks to the tip of Zhuan An regarding explosive force the 300Kg weight was easier than the 260Kg had been, which for sure felt weird to the person who had successfully lifted two distinct weights but would need to say that the one with more weight was an easier lift.

Especially so if the person was Xiao Fan, though that didn't last long as he realised that it was so because the right technique and timing were too important, for if those two were better would the lift also be better, so now there was nothing weird anymore that when he got better, would the lifting become easier.

The Body Realm was there levelling the playing field for every grade, but depending on how one's techniques and timing were could there be major gaps in one's results and likewise in cultivation. Maybe with no help from her, he could only lift the 200Kg one, but with her help, 300Kg wasn't too heavy. The result? 100Kg difference! And though Xiao Fan didn't know how much the difference in the cultivation speed due to this difference would be, he knew that it was huge with no need to be calculated anyways.

¨What you thinking?¨ His thinking was finally ended by Zhuan An, who had been by his side, quietly watching him completed the lift and drop the weight to the ground.

¨I was thinking how much does the weightlifting results affect your cultivation speed¨ He shared his thoughts freely to her.

¨Father knows that much better, but it should be a lot. Moreover, most sects give prizes based on the weightlifting results¨ She had once heard her father give a long talk concerning this, yet shamefully didn't remember it anymore.

¨So weightlifting results are prized really high in martial society?¨ Xiao Fan could now see hoe sects kept some power order on everyone inside the same grade. Either you needed to be connected like Zhuan An, who got help from her family, or you needed to get good at lifting weights so you could cash out prizes from the sect.

¨Really high. Once we go to a meeting or something that is given to us youths by the adults as training, you'll know how vital lifting is. Some of them don't even talk anything else and think they are big shots while looking like shit¨ She gave her uncensored opinion with the Rising Fox Sect twist.

¨No one outside this sect cares about looks¨ Xiao Fan noted.

Though he hit a mine, no, it wasn't Zhuan An's weak spot, it was the pre-planned return that a fanatic would give.

¨Because they can't compete!¨ Was that pre-planned refute to anyone saying such things.

¨Well, that it is certainly true...¨ Xiao Fan could only surrender that one.

¨See the? The Rising Fox Sect is the greatest and has the best men and women! No one can compete with our sect¨ She claimed like any fanatic defending their faith would.

¨Sure sure, all bow to the great Rising Fox Sect. *cough* full of perverts *cough cough*¨ He went with whatever she was saying, soon she would realise that he was the higher power.

¨Full of perverts? So you think I'm a pervert? My father is a pervert?¨ Xiao Fan might have said it in a low voice and filled it with coughs, but she still heard it loud and clear, and so accuse of him with her head a little red.

¨No, no. Except your father is one for sure. What if we continue the lifting?¨ He changed the topic.

But back to this, he heard giggling and ¨Don't worry give it time, and you'll come to love the sect and everything it has to offer, everyone who joins us does, no exceptions¨ To back this claim up she had a confident smile.

Back to Xiao Fan, he had a little uncomfortable smile when realising how much into the teachings even Zhuan An was since before just now he thought she was following the traditions and such for family reasons, he didn't think she was a staunch believer.

Plus, no exceptions? That sounded too good...