From Pitiful to Powerful: The Concealed Heir Elevation

Chapter Twenty-four

Gabe tightened his grip and pushed Brian's hand downwards. His biceps popped out his short sleeve.

Brian applied the same amount of force in pushing Gabe's hand, resting his hips on the table.

"Gabe! Gabe!! Gabe!!!" cheered the students around supporting Gabe.

But it was obvious they were evenly matched because their arms kept moving back and forth after a minute.

Gabe frowned. Since when did Brian become this strong? He thought he would have won under thirty seconds. Turns out he was wrong. But that doesn't mean Brian was stronger. He added more force to his push.

"Getting tired, already?" Brian scorned.

Gabe grunted and pushed harder. His muscles popped stronger.

Brian chuckled. He squeezed his hand around Gabe's knuckles and wriggled his palms, wriggling his knuckles too.

Gabe hissed, feeling the joints of his knuckles crack. The distraction was enough for Brian to suddenly apply a large amount of force and pin Gabe's hand on the table.

"Whooo," the student cheered and clapped.