Supreme Hidden Dragon in the City-Chapter 416 You’re Not Good Enough

Liu Kun was momentarily stunned before he said teasingly, "Stop kidding around, I know you might be lacking confidence, but you don’t have to cover it up this way."

The people around them couldn’t help but laugh when they heard Chen Fan say he would arm wrestle Liu Kun with just one finger, feeling he was just joking.

But they saw Chen Fan prop his elbow on the table and extend only one finger, wearing a smile.

Liu Kun, seeing that Chen Fan did not seem to be joking, scoffed and grabbed his finger to forcefully twist it down, "I told you to stop messing around..."

He stopped mid-sentence because the scene he had imagined of easily pressing Chen Fan’s arm onto the table did not happen.

The finger that Chen Fan had raised didn’t move at all, steady as a rock. Liu Kun tried to force it down but couldn’t move it in the slightest.

The expressions of those around who initially thought Chen Fan was joking began to change, focusing their attention on Chen Fan’s finger.

A middle-aged man who had found the idea of Chen Fan and Liu Kun arm wrestling kind of boring muttered to himself, "This is getting interesting..."

Liu Kun’s expression suddenly became difficult to maintain. To alleviate the embarrassment, he said, "I didn’t really use much strength just now, but since I didn’t make you lose, your strength must be pretty significant. I’m going to be serious now, and one finger definitely won’t do. Are you sure you don’t want to use just one hand to compete with me?"

Chen Fan nodded, "One finger is enough."

Liu Kun felt annoyed by Chen Fan’s attitude, making him feel as if he was only worthy of Chen Fan’s use of a single finger. He snorted, took hold of Chen Fan’s finger, and said, "Since you’re so confident, then don’t blame me for not holding back!"

After saying that, he summoned all the strength from his muscles, took a deep breath, and exerted himself fiercely.

A powerful force erupted, and Liu Kun felt he was using the maximum strength he could muster since he started working out.

He believed that his explosive power at that moment could even bend steel bars.

However, Chen Fan’s hand remained completely still, as if unaffected by any force.

Liu Kun was dumbfounded; he couldn’t believe that all his strength could not budge Chen Fan’s finger.

He gritted his teeth and tried again, his arm’s veins bulging, his face turning beet red, yet still he could not make Chen Fan budge.

Many people around them were only watching their hands and hadn’t noticed Liu Kun’s face, so they thought the competition hadn’t started because their hands hadn’t moved.

Someone impatiently said, "Would you two just start already? What’s the point of just holding hands and standing still?"

That comment nearly broke Liu Kun. He thought, I’m using all the strength I have, can’t you see it?

"How about you use both hands?" Chen Fan then said.

Everyone looked puzzled, not understanding why Chen Fan suddenly made such a suggestion.

Finally, someone noticed Liu Kun’s face, which looked as if he was about to burst with strain, and exclaimed, "Look, this muscle man seems to be using all his strength!"

People then realized that the contest between the two had already started.

"My gosh, he’s already using so much force, and their hands haven’t even moved—I thought they hadn’t started!"

"The other guy must be amazing, the muscle man is using so much strength, and yet he can’t even make him move an inch?"

"No wonder he dared to arm wrestle with this big guy, turns out he’s got something up his sleeve."

...

Hearing the surrounding commentary, Liu Kun’s face darkened considerably. Watching Chen Fan’s calm and composed demeanor, he became flustered and placed his other hand on top as well, intending to use all his might to twist Chen Fan’s hand down.

But Chen Fan’s hand was like it was fixed in place, and even using both hands, Liu Kun achieved nothing.

At that moment, Chen Fan applied a gentle force, and Liu Kun’s hands were pressed onto the table.

Everyone was agape.

"That was too easy! It was like he was overturning a blade of grass, effortlessly!"

Chen Fan looked at Liu Kun with a smile and asked, "How about now? Do you believe me when I say that having muscles doesn’t necessarily mean having strength?"

The people around nodded in agreement.

"Exactly, all those muscles, and you couldn’t even move his finger; it’s like training for nothing."

"A body full of muscles is just for show, pretty to look at but pretty useless."

"This really overturns my view of muscle men. It seems in the future when I run into these muscle men, I can challenge them. I might not lose to them after all."

...

Liu Kun’s face turned an iron shade of green, especially after hearing the crowd’s comments on his physique. He wished he could just sink into the floor.

At this moment, Su Qingyan stared at Liu Kun for a moment and said with a disdainful look, "You are not up to it..."

Liu Kun stiffened immediately. Being told by such a beautiful woman that he was inadequate was virtually the greatest humiliation of his life.

Too ashamed to continue staying there, he stood up, teeth clenched, and said, "I... I’m just not in good form today, his victory is undeserved!"

After speaking, he quickly walked towards the rear carriage.

That carriage also catered to guests with Exclusive Tickets, featuring luxurious private compartments where people could rest if they desired.

A middle-aged man laughed and said, "Can’t even win against someone’s single finger with both hands, now he reverses the claim and calls the victor dishonorable—Now that’s truly thick-skinned."

The entire carriage burst into laughter.

With a happy face, Su Qingyan hooked her arm through Chen Fan’s, "Hubby, you were amazing!"

Chen Fan’s cheeks blushed slightly, still not accustomed to this intimate form of address.

He cleared his throat twice, puffed out his chest, and said, "Of course, have you seen who my wife is?"

Su Qingyan cast a coquettish look at Chen Fan then leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling inexplicably sweet inside.

At that moment, she shifted her big eyes, and said to Chen Fan, "I’m a bit tired, let’s go rest for a while."

Chen Fan showed a trace of confusion, "Tired? We’ve only just gotten on the train not long ago, how can you be tired already?"

Su Qingyan glared at him and said, "I didn’t sleep well last night, is it wrong to want to rest a bit more?"

Chen Fan could only nod, "Alright then, we’ll go rest for a while."

With that, he walked towards the rear carriage with Su Qingyan.

The two arrived in front of a compartment, opened the door and walked in—the space was not very large, but it was equipped with a bed and decorated quite cozily, with all sorts of items one might need well in place.

Chen Fan glanced at the size of the bed then said to Su Qingyan, "You rest here, I’ll head over to the next room."

However, Su Qingyan quickly closed the door of the compartment and then drew the curtains.

Witnessing this, Chen Fan developed a strange premonition and stared at Su Qingyan, "What... what are you planning to do?"

Su Qingyan approached Chen Fan with a shy and tender expression, took his hand, and said, "You were so charming just now, my heart was thumping wildly."

Chen Fan eyed the woman before him with caution, "So, you mean you want to..."

Su Qingyan pressed up against Chen Fan, a sly smile playing on her lips, "So I want to experience your manliness more... intimately."

Chen Fan coughed lightly, "More... intimately? That, that doesn’t seem appropriate. We are on a train, after all."

Su Qingyan gazed at Chen Fan with her big eyes, "So what? We’re inside a room, and no one will see us."

Chen Fan thought to himself that she was becoming increasingly bold; not being seen was one thing, but it would be embarrassing if the room wasn’t soundproof.

But as a man, when the woman makes a proposal, if he were to back down, wouldn’t that be a disgrace?

So he picked up Su Qingyan and placed her on the bed, "You are impossible..."

Su Qingyan’s face revealed a playful smile as her hands clung to Chen Fan’s neck.

In front of others, she was an icy and aloof goddess, but in front of the man she liked, she was just a girl who wanted to be cherished.

It was precisely because of her affection for Chen Fan that she exhibited an uncharacteristically shy, bold, and clingy side.

With the train’s whistle sounding, the special train heading to Qingyang Town slowly started moving. To give the passengers a more relaxed and pleasant experience, this train was designed in the style of an old-fashioned green train, making rhythmic "clack clack" sounds as it moved.

Therefore, some of the inopportune noises were conveniently masked.

In another compartment, Liu Kun sat on the edge of the bed with an annoyed face; Chen Fan’s ancestors for eighteen generations were all cursed by him.

At that moment, he heard a series of thumping sounds and felt puzzled, "Is there a malfunction with the train? Why are there other noises?"

Without giving it much thought, he continued to curse and vent his emotions.

...

Because the train traveled slowly and had to pass through numerous mountains, it would slow down when passing by some particularly majestic and beautiful scenery to allow everyone to take it in. By the time the train arrived at Qingyang Town, it was already the afternoon, nearing evening.

Chen Fan and Su Qingyan had returned to the first carriage, having enjoyed plenty of scenery along the way.

At this point, the excitement had worn off for other tourists on the train, and they appeared somewhat tired.

Only Su Qingyan was still glowing with vitality, eagerly dragging Chen Fan here and there to look at various things, obviously very happy.

After the train stopped, a person dressed as a tour guide came over and respectfully said to the tourists, "Dear guests, we have now arrived at Qingyang Town. After a day’s journey, everyone must be hungry and tired, so we have specially prepared a dinner banquet for everyone at Qingyang Grand Hotel, and there will also be a fashion show for everyone’s enjoyment. The cost of the dinner is included in the ticket, with no additional charges."

Chen Fan smiled and said, "The dinner’s probably secondary; the real deal likely is the fashion show. They’ll surely find ways to make tourists spend money—it’s an old trick in the tourism industry."

Su Qingyan, however, said, "Even if it’s a ploy, I’ve heard that the chief designer of this fashion show is the internationally renowned designer An Lan. I really like her design style. Before, I wanted to buy her designed clothes, but even with extra money, I couldn’t get them."

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows, "In that case, let’s go. If there’s a chance, I’ll buy you a few sets of clothes."

At this, someone nearby laughed and said, "Clothes designed by An Lan aren’t something you can just buy if you want, let alone several sets at once."