"Dang dang dang…"
The expansive playground echoed with the sound of iron being hammered all afternoon.
The Ironman Quadrathlon was indeed organized.
However, only three events were practiced; that fourth event, Fang Huai had them disassemble and practice separately, mainly focusing on hammer swings and how to quickly deal with the sensors on two iron plates.
Simulating breaking through in a narrow space, the hammer weighed over twenty pounds, requiring over a hundred rapid swings to light up the sensor.
Damn, if a little monster were to do this, even Ultraman's chest light would have been lit up.
Who knows, it might even knock Ultraman out cold.
Fang Huai himself had completed all four events in one go.
On his hands, he was left with several bloodstains.
Going up floors, rappelling down, crossing bridges, leaping off platforms, three-meter hurdles.
He had no clue where he had gotten those bloodstains.