The tension in his muscles became increasingly difficult to control. Yan Feng felt the strength in his arms and waist diminishing, until even maintaining his original posture became a challenge.

"Hey, what's up? Uncle, are you giving up already?" Sitting on his back, Chen Xi noticed the man's unusual state and couldn't help but tease him, mimicking a new term she learned online, "Uncle can't even do ten push-ups? What a weakling! Weakling, weakling!"

Yan Feng was infuriated, and with a sudden burst of energy, he jolted Chen Xi as a form of revenge. Hearing her startled cry from the brief loss of balance, a smug smile crept onto his face.

"Heh, don't underestimate me..."