"Hey, have you been working out these past few months? Your arms are really strong." Junnan patted Wang Longhu’s arm and was immediately stunned.
Those rock-hard muscles were simply something a novice couldn’t achieve.
"Yeah, after going home with nothing to do, I’ve been spending my time working out. The results are alright, I guess."
"More than alright, you should stay, and tonight we’ll call Ah Wei and have a drink together."
Wang Longhu readily agreed; that’s exactly why he came here this time.
If Junnan hadn’t arrived late, he would have witnessed Wang Longhu’s astonishing weightlifting earlier, and his jaw would have surely dropped in surprise.
Junnan knew all too well the level of arm strength Wang Longhu once had.
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At Lusen Swimming Pool, the oldest swimming pool in Fuyang District.
Established in the late last century, while the swimming pools in other places have been newly built, larger and cleaner, more advanced, Lusen has now fallen into neglect.
Yet even so, this swimming pool has been open every day for years without a break, regardless of winter or summer, becoming a topic of lively discussion among the local residents.
Looking at the rusty iron gate in front of him, Wang Longhu was a bit incredulous as he muttered to himself.
To be honest, this old swimming pool before him was really different from what he imagined an action group’s branch would look like before he came.
Walking through the gate, an old man sitting on a small stool fanning himself with a palm fan glanced at Wang Longhu, then quickly squinted back into his nap.
Wang Longhu couldn’t help but give him a few more looks; the gatekeeper in a place should at least be a level of a sweeping monk, right?
As he walked through a corridor, a rectangular swimming pool covered with blue mosaic tiles came into Wang Longhu’s view.
At this moment, many people were happily swimming in the pool, and an old man with a swim cap was resting on the shore.
This scene left Wang Longhu puzzled again. Is this really a branch?
Sure it’s not a senior activities center?
"Young man, why aren’t you changing into swim trunks? Looking for someone?" An old man who noticed Wang Longhu immediately approached with steady steps.
"Sir, do you have a person named Chen Zeye here?" Wang Longhu asked uncertainly.
"Who are you? What do you want with him?" The old man scratched his head.
"He recommended I come here to have a look and said I could have fun."
"Oh, I see..." The old man suddenly straightened his hunchback, his entire demeanor changing dramatically, sharp as a drawn blade.
He stared piercingly at Wang Longhu: "Everyone, stop for a moment. The leader recommended a newcomer, come and meet him."
Everyone in the pool instantly stopped swimming and floated on the water, curiously looking at Wang Longhu.
"So young, doesn’t even have Dark Force, why would Group Leader Chen recommend a rookie here?"
"Perhaps he’s skilled in technology or logistics, our action group can’t be made up entirely of combat personnel after all."
People chatted among themselves, but in the corner of the pool, a long-haired young man was staring at Wang Longhu in disbelief.
"It’s him! How could it be this guy? He’s also in the group?" Cai Liang was stunned. He couldn’t believe that Wang Longhu, whom he had just met at the gym yesterday, was now in front of him again today.
Especially since Cai Liang knew that the action group he joined had extraordinarily high selection requirements and was extremely secretive.
He was only recommended to the group as an exception because his grandfather had a first-class merit, after going through a series of very strict tests.
Everyone who can join this group is elite, a talent of the nation.
But now, Cai Liang found out that Wang Longhu was too. And he knew Wang Longhu was a Martial Artist in Dark Force, in the action group, the combat personnel’s level is even higher.
In the future, Wang Longhu might very well become his superior, making Cai Liang feel utterly ashamed.
"New brother, right? Come on down and have a bout; let me test your strength." In the pool, a big man took off his swim cap, standing in the 1.6-meter deep pool, he laughed loudly.
Fighting in water has a significant impact on a Martial Artist.
Because moving in water faces resistance, the lower body is greatly impeded by water force, thus reducing combat effectiveness.
But it also allows others to better test a person’s strength clearly, at a glance.
"Alright." Faced with the big man’s provocation, Wang Longhu did not refuse.
On the contrary, he took off his shoes, rolled up his tracksuit pants to his knees, and then walked towards the pool.
The old man nearby hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Young man, you’d better change clothes, getting wet here means we don’t have spare clothes for you."
"It’s nothing." Wang Longhu was indifferent, stepping right into the pool.
Seeing this, those soaking in the pool all displayed mocking smiles.
If you don’t wear clothes while moving in water, the resistance would be lesser; but wearing clothes while soaking means the clothes become the biggest resistance for a Martial Artist.
Otherwise, why would those professional swimmers in competitions only wear swim trunks, and not long-sleeved outfits?
Clothes absorb water, becoming heavier, further affecting performance.
As soon as Wang Longhu stepped into the pool, he immediately sank in.
But in the next second, an astonishing thing happened.
When the water reached Wang Longhu’s knees, his body stood securely in place, no longer sinking.