MOBA 94
"More!"
Adam was training again like nothing happened. This time, he was lying on his back pressing weights—850 pounds.
The bar felt like it was going to crush his chest. His arms trembled as he forced himself to push through the burn, sweat dripping down his temples onto the bench beneath him. Every muscle fiber screamed along with his mind, but he gritted his teeth and pushed through the scorching pain.
Adam was a Level 6 Creep, which, according to the IBAA, made him five times stronger than the average human male. Still, the weight Adam was lifting was too much for someone like him—he always considered himself less than the average human male.
His shoulders shook with the effort, tendons straining against bone as he fought to complete the rep. And as soon as he reached the apex of the lift, Alfred added 2.5 pounds to each side of the bar.
"More!" Alfred commanded, his voice almost reminding Adam of Jefferson, even though they had completely different accents.
