Han Sanqian walked up to the iron sand bag and moved it with his hands. It was indeed very heavy and didn't shake at all, but it was exactly what he wanted.

"Can it be used?" Han Sanqian turned to the coach and asked.

The coach showed strong disdain, since this guy is looking for shame. Then let him do as he wishes.

"Of course, but our gym will not be responsible for injuries, you should think carefully." The coach reminded.

Han Sanqian nodded, his legs were slightly bent, and he made a Zhama step.

Whether it's the coach or the students, they all became happy when they saw this movement. It looked like a layman, but he didn't know how to shake the iron sand bag.

"If he dares to use his fists, all the finger bones will be shattered."

"That's for sure. The iron sand bag is equivalent to a copper wall and an iron wall. Can a flesh and blood body collide with a copper wall and an iron wall?"

"Who is this guy? He came to our Taoist temple to pretend to be arrogant, and he chose such an impossible task."

Regarding Han Sanqian's identity, the people present began to speculate one after another. Some people thought that Han Sanqian was here to smash the scene, while others thought that Han Sanqian was a fool, and the way he pretended to be coercive was all wrong. All in all, no one believed it. Han Sanqian was able to do it, and the expressions on everyone's faces were contempt and disdain.

Han Sanqian was ready to go, pouring all his strength into his right fist.

When Han Sanqian twisted his waist and used his waist as the starting point for exerting force. The coach who led Han Sanqian to the sandbag area shook his head.

"This guy is really crazy. He will not only hurt his hands, but also his waist." The coach said disdainfully, feeling very speechless about Han Sanqian's reckless behavior.

At this moment. Han Sanqian's fists had already exerted force, and in the eyes of everyone, he would soon suffer the consequences, and everyone was even ready to hear his screams.

No one expected a miracle to happen.

No one thought that Han Sanqian could shake the iron sand bag at all.

But there was a loud bang. The iron sand bag swung high.

Everyone gasped suddenly, unable to believe the scene in front of them.

Several students covered their mouths, and their eyeballs almost fell to the ground.

The coach felt his scalp was numb and his body was covered with goose bumps.

He brought Han Sanqian in. It was only treated as a joke, but what he saw now was not a joke, but a shocking fact.

"How can this be!"

"He actually beat up the iron sand bag by himself, alone...and it was so high."

"Is this still a human? This guy is a pervert!"

There were exclamations everywhere, filled with disbelief, the unexpected situation and unbelievable things happened right before their eyes.

When the iron sand bag reached its highest height, it began to fall back. From the point of view of a normal person, Han Sanqian had to dodge at this time, because the weight of the iron sand bag was enough to seriously injure a person. He was even beaten to death, but Han Sanqian stood where he was, with no intention of avoiding him.

"Get out of the way, are you looking for death!" The coach yelled at Han Sanqian in panic. He didn't want people to be killed in the gym, let alone this idiot die here.

Han Sanqian was unmoved, and after retracting his punching right hand, he assumed a second offensive posture, which meant that he would use his fist to resist the iron sandbag.

The force generated by the acceleration of weight is unimaginable.

Everyone thinks that Han Sanqian is crazy, he must be crazy, otherwise, how could he do such an act of courting death! JrNovels.com