Free Web NovelChapter 16: Arm Wrestling
The effect of beanpole’s declaration was immediate.
Naturally, all the challenged men weren’t appreciative of getting called out like that, but only a few of them tried to show their dislike.
The remaining were content with simply existing silently and staying aside of the fights since they either had greater priorities or a lack of courage.
The first to get triggered was Charlie.
A buff teenager who seemed to have spent his childhood building muscle inside the gym and getting as swole as physically possible.
Fredrinn had seen the man before but barely had any interaction as Jacob had asked this man to bolt shut the door.
Now after getting challenged, he abandoned his post beside the door and began to waddle over to the table where Fredrinn sat quietly.
Rhea, always shy and avoidant of the social interactions, didn’t know what to do at the moment.
’Gosh, why did I not leave to get some water or something! Now I am stuck on this table! Is it too late to stand aside? Sis can handle this stuff, right?’
And during her inner monologue, she didn’t even notice as Jacob slid on the seat beside her and watched Charlie come to the table in rage.
He slammed his meaty fists onto the wooden surface, yanking Rhea out of her daydreams and making her yelp.
"I don’t believe you." Charlie said in a deep, gruff voice that shouldn’t belong to a teenager and yet it did.
"Oh really?" Fredrinn smiled at the new entry.
He actually liked the buff young man personally. He respected the dedication that Charlie had to build such muscle even at a young age.
It definitely was no easy feat.
"Yes." Charlie replied with a nod.
"Okay. What do you suggest then? Surely not a fist fight here, right? We are civilized men." Fredrinn said patiently, making Charlie pause.
He turned to look at Andrea who was watching the interaction with a lot of interest, while Rhea was trying to stay as far away from him as possible.
The table slam was still fresh in her memories.
"Yes. No fight here." Charlie seemed to agree, not wanting to ruin his reputation in front of two beautiful women.
Though this made chubby and beanpole unsatisfied.
They were looking forward to watching the fight between the brute and this cocky newcomer.
The result of the battle would’ve helped them decide their next moves!
But of course, Jacob, ever the diplomat, couldn’t just let go of the tension so easily.
It was a good chance to test Fredrinn’s strength, even if just a little.
"Now now, I agree as well that having a fight here is too brutish and considering the state of our country outside, that is surely not something we want to see here, right?" Jacob spread his arms a little and spoke, glancing at Rhea who nodded vehemently.
"Therefore, how about a little arm wrestling?" He suggested.
"With you?" Fredrinn casually cracked his neck and glanced at the eloquent diplomat, making the man in question chuckle hesitantly.
"Maybe. But my dear friend Charlie is more interested in being your opponent currently." Jacob dodged Fredrinn’s question while sliding off his seat and gesturing for Charlie to come sit opposite of Fredrinn besides Rhea.
Rhea definitely was not interested in sharing the seat as she looked at her sister with pleading eyes, silently begging her to switch seats with her but unfortunately for her, Andrea was busy gazing at the match.
So the poor girl inched to the edge of the seat as she looked at Fredrinn and Charlie as well.
’An arm wrestling match against Charlie should at least help me estimate this man’s strength slightly. Charlie is nearly my strength, after all.’ Jacob fixed his cowboy hat, gazing as Fredrinn placed his right elbow on the table.
Charlie did the same, opening and closing his palm as he dapped into Fredrinn’s hand.
Luckily, arm wrestling was something that was also known in Apolasia, so Fredrinn’s memories weren’t to be tested.
Not only that, he even knew some tricks to make the poor brute’s day sour.
Jacob walked around the table and held both men’s hands, "Okay, one two, go!"
Saying that, he released their hands and his lips curled into a grin when he saw Charlie’s veins pop, his full strength slamming into Fredrinn’s hand which appeared quite smaller by comparison.
It was like comparing a french fry and a potato wedge.
One was slimmer and longer while the other was slightly shorter but much more buff.
That was exactly how their hands looked as well.
Fredrinn was the epitome of lean, aesthetic physique while Charlie was the direct opposite.
The irony reminded Fredrinn of his revolver that was hidden behind his back, remembering how he shot his opponent dead in the final bout just to return back to Earth.
But of course, to defeat Charlie he needed no bullets.
With a satisfying flick of his wrist, his hand was seemingly stopped in the air.
Looking at Charlie’s continuously popping veins as well as the reddening of his face, it was clear that the opponent wasn’t holding back at all, but then... Why wasn’t Fredrinn’s hand going down?!
Hell, it was fine if it wasn’t going down, but why wasn’t it even moving?!
In addition, Fredrinn was relaxed, like he was barely putting any strength into the match.
"Come on Charlie! Don’t sully my name here!" A chubby boy cheered from the side, "I am placing a bet on you!"
"Shut... the fuck up... you fatso." Charlie grunted in rage, still trying his best to push Fredrinn’s hand down.
He had already given up on defeating the foe, but he at least wanted to make him exert some effort!
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Fredrinn was calm, his left hand grabbing the table right above Andrea’s thighs as she glanced at the twitching muscles on his arm.
She could see the clear definition, the veins that definitely filled her head with thoughts she didn’t want right now.
Unconsciously her thighs clenched as she imagined some wild scenes in her mind, her throat getting drier while Charlie was visibly losing strength against Fredrinn’s hand in real time.
His face was redder than a tomato, and even the veins on his neck were rippling to no use.
Finally, he could no longer keep up with the soreness in his hand as he released the grip and let his hand fall onto the table like a ragdoll.
"I... lose."
