Perfect Veil

August stepped up and lifted the same weight with ease before quietly setting it down.

They decided to up the weight to 585...

Then 635...

Tyrell managed it, though his face turned bright red.

'Let's test the full extent of my current strength... Hopefully, this dude will be able to keep up,' August said internally as he moved to lift the same set of weights.

He lifted them effortlessly.

Tyrell's frustration grew. They hit 675. Tyrell barely managed the lift and wobbled as he set it down.

August approached with a calm look.

'Perhaps this will be my limit.'

He gripped the bar, breathed in, and pulled—smooth as silk.

The crowd roared.

'Oh that was easy too hmm,' August thought internally with a slightly confused expression.

Kane shouted, "Add more!"

They reached 725 pounds. Tyrell attempted it and failed miserably, collapsing to his knees.