Chen Feng looked at him with some sympathy, wondering what kind of expression he would have when he lost later.
The group searched around for a while and quickly found a place to arm wrestle, a table originally meant for vases, made of solid wood, very sturdy.
They took off the two vases, and the two of them stood across the table from each other, then squatted down, their right hands clasping each other.
"I'll be the referee!"
Wang Xuelin volunteered, stepping forward to first have the two adjust their arms, then said, "I'll count to three, and then you both start. 1, 2, 3."
Chen Feng and Qin Zhen exerted force against each other. At the beginning, Qin Zhen was relaxed, looking confident. Then, he suddenly felt a strong force from Chen Feng's arm, almost losing his grip.
