I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 204 Six-Pack Abs and a Ten-Inch Reach

Lin Feng’s hands were not small. In fact, they were the hands of a tall man with broad shoulders.

However, a single pinky finger was still nothing compared to Guo Han’s massive hand.

The mont Guo Han grasped it, Lin Feng’s pinky seed to disappear completely within his grip.

Guo Han’s fingers wrapped around it firmly like iron clamps.

From the outside, it almost looked as if Lin Feng had willingly placed his finger into the jaws of a steel trap.

The two n stood facing each other across the table, their hands locked together.

For a brief mont, everything seed to freeze.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

The surrounding crowd held their breath as if afraid that even the smallest sound might disturb the tension that had filled the air.

Guo Han’s massive hand firmly gripped Lin Feng’s pinky, his fingers wrapped around it like iron clamps.

The terrifying aura around his body continued to surge and swirl, making his figure look like a blazing war god.

Across from him, Lin Feng stood completely relaxed.

His posture was straight, his expression calm, and there was not the slightest hint of strain on his face.

It was as if the crushing pressure surrounding Guo Han did not affect him in the slightest.

For three full breaths, the two remained perfectly still.

The silence grew heavier with every passing second until it felt almost unbearable.

Finally, soone in the crowd could not stand it anymore.

"I’ll count!" a man suddenly volunteered loudly.

Dozens of eyes turned toward him, but no one objected.

Taking a deep breath, the man raised his voice so everyone could hear him clearly.

"Let the match begin!"

He lifted his hand dramatically.

"Three!"

The crowd instinctively leaned forward.

"Two!"

Several n unconsciously clenched their fists.

"One!"

Even the drunken man from earlier had completely sobered up, his eyes wide as he stared at the two figures.

"Start!"

And in the very next breath...

Boom!

A terrifying scene unfolded before everyone’s eyes.

"How...?" soone murmured weakly.

The word slipped out almost unconsciously as countless eyes stared at the unbelievable scene before them.

Guo Han was clearly giving everything he had.

The muscles across his arms bulged violently, and the veins on his body stood out like thick cords beneath his skin.

His entire figure trembled with effort as he poured every ounce of strength into his grip.

Yet no matter how much force he used, Lin Feng’s finger simply would not bend.

Not even a single inch.

It stood there firmly between Guo Han’s fingers as if it had taken root in the earth itself.

The spectators could not believe their eyes at all.

Many of them stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the unbelievable scene before them.

For a mont, the entire room fell into stunned silence as their minds struggled to process what they were seeing.

So people rubbed their eyes repeatedly, convinced they must have seen it wrong.

Others blinked again and again, hoping that when they opened their eyes the scene would return to normal.

But no matter how many tis they looked...

Nothing changed. Lin Feng seed to be winning!

Guo Han’s entire body bent forward from the strain as he brought every part of his strength into the match.

His feet dug into the ground, the cracked stone beneath him spreading even further as his power surged.

And yet...

Lin Feng stood there as casually as if nothing was happening.

His posture remained relaxed, his shoulders loose, and his expression calm.

In fact, he even looked slightly bored as he watched Guo Han struggle with all his might.

At one point, Lin Feng even opened his mouth and yawned lazily.

The sight nearly made several people’s eyes pop out of their sockets.

"Ahhhhhhhh! Die!" Guo Han roared furiously when he saw that.

Humiliation and rage exploded within his chest.

A violent surge of energy burst from his body as he activated a secret technique.

His aura expanded again, becoming even more terrifying than before as his strength multiplied several tis over.

At that mont, his power had increased to nearly three tis its original level.

The ground beneath his feet cracked even more violently as the surrounding air trembled under the pressure.

Yet the result remained exactly the sa.

Lin Feng’s pinky finger did not move.

Not even the slightest tremor appeared.

Guo Han gritted his teeth and continued pushing with everything he had.

His breathing grew heavier and heavier as the seconds passed.

One breath.

Five breaths.

Ten breaths.

Nearly two dozen breaths went by as he stubbornly continued pouring out his strength.

Sweat began to drip down his forehead and his arms trembled violently from the strain.

Finally, a chilling realization slowly crept into Guo Han’s mind.

Sothing was terribly wrong.

Lin Feng’s pinky finger...

was simply too strong.

As a veteran cultivator, Guo Han imdiately realized that the situation was turning extrely bad for him.

His instincts, sharpened through countless battles and life and death experiences, were screaming at him that sothing was terribly wrong.

He wanted to withdraw his hand.

However, the mont he tried to pull back, his expression suddenly changed.

His hand would not move.

Not even a little.

It was stuck in place as if it had fallen into a trap made of solid honey.

No matter how much strength he used, his arm remained locked there, firmly holding Lin Feng’s pinky finger.

A cold chill ran down his spine.

Guo Han imdiately tried to move his other hand, thinking of using it to break the strange stalemate.

Yet to his horror, that hand would not move either.

His entire body felt as if it had been nailed to the ground by an invisible force.

For the first ti since the match began, genuine shock appeared on Guo Han’s face.

"Is that it?" Lin Feng suddenly asked.

His tone sounded clearly disappointed.

It was the kind of disappointnt soone might show after expecting a grand performance but witnessing sothing painfully diocre instead.

Guo Han’s eyes widened in disbelief.