Free Web NovelChapter 543: Chapter 425 I just practice every firefighter well
"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.
But, the performance scores from the dozen smaller tasks won everyone’s admiration.
By the time he finished the Ironman Quadrathlon, he was so exhausted that he collapsed like a dog, seeing double whenever he looked at people.
It was his first time engaging in a full Ironman Quadrathlon.
In his previous life, it was the real deal, organized by the iron-clad military. In the fifth year, his squadron had built such a course. He had wanted to try it, but the captain said, "Just get discharged safely," which led everyone to ridicule him for a while.
In this life, he actually enjoyed these kinds of challenges with an entry barrier.
So satisfying!
Including breaks, just 15 minutes had passed.
He had never before spent his energy so quickly that he couldn’t catch his breath after just one minute.
It was also the first time he realized that even his recovery power could fall behind at times.
He claimed he would finish the Ironman Quadrathlon in one go with resolve, but he looked utterly ragged lying on the ground.
However, no one could mock him.
They were all exhausted as well.
Yet, there was one person who was still in good shape, picking the perfect moment to come over and tease him.
"Fang the Ironman, how’s it going? Think you could go another two rounds?"
Chen Zhechang’s voice was enough to make one grit their teeth.
Fang Huai simply sat up and stared at the slight bulge beneath his camouflage uniform that was oddly mismatched with his thin face.
After a long pause, he laughed loudly:
"Department Head Chen, seems like your belly is getting a bit prosperous! How about I make a bet with you?"
Once Chen Zhechang heard the word bet, his face became a bit more cautious.
"What bet?"
"If you can run five kilometers within 23 minutes, I’ll go through the Ironman Quadrathlon again this afternoon!"
After Fang Huai finished speaking, he looked back at the people lying around him like the living dead and said.
"Brothers, are you up for it?"
Now, everyone got up to join in on the excitement.
Chen Zhechang was well into his thirties, and most felt he couldn’t make the run, so they got a bit more enthusiastic.
"Let’s do it!"
"Department Head Chen, you’re a combat training cadre, show us what you’ve got!"
Chen Zhechang’s eyes bulged.
"Damn it! A bet’s a bet, right?"
Fang Huai smirked, stood up, and picked up an empty call and handed it to him.
"Here, carry this. If you’re a man, put it on."
Chen Zhechang snorted coldly, grabbed the empty call, and strapped it on his back.
"Fine, I’ll show you what a combat training cadre is made of!"
He turned and went straight to the running track.
...
Twenty minutes of excitement passed, and everyone’s attitude shifted from being bystanders to a bit worried.
This Elder Deng, he’s running quite fast!
Why isn’t he slowing down?
Of course, Chen Zhechang’s pace wasn’t actually fast; any random person could lap him twice over.
But, it looked like he was about to lose.
Damn, does this mean we have to go through the Ironman triathlon and the fourth event separately, all over again?
The entire field could see Fang Huai watching with ease; in fact, he was even cheering Chen Zhechang on.
Chen Zhechang talked a big game, but having not run for a long time and without any recovery training, especially under the searing sun, he might have overestimated his condition a bit.
After a round of five kilometers, most men in their thirties who hadn’t exercised in a long time and were overly confident about their past glory would likely have to come to terms with reality.
Their bodies weren’t as tough anymore!
Towards the last half-lap, Chen Zhechang felt like his health insurance card was already half pulled out.
Fortunately, it was Fang Huai keeping time. freёwebnovel.com
As the clock neared 23 minutes, Fang Huai immediately quick-stepped forward to meet Chen Zhechang, stopping the stopwatch at 22:58.
"Department Head Chen! Keep it up! Only 25 seconds left!"
"If you don’t make it, this run doesn’t count!"
"Huff... huff..."
"Hurry! Only 24 seconds to go!"
Chen Zhechang’s eyes were wide with disbelief.
Did I enter an alternate world? Why is time moving so slowly?
"Don’t look at me! 23, come on! Sprint!"
Chen Zhechang gasped for air and sprinted forward.
He crossed the finish line.
"Ha... ha... damn it..."
Chen Zhechang also began to lie on the ground, panting like a dog.
Fang Huai approached with a mix of encouragement, admiration, and a hint of disappointment.
"22:58! Congratulations, Department Head Chen! Ah, we have to do it all over again!"
Everyone was as gloomy as if they were mourning, but something about Fang Huai’s expression seemed off.
Damn it, was he deliberately taking it easy on him?
Are there actually people who enjoy self-torture like this?
...
They had no idea what 25 minutes of rest time meant to Fang Huai.
Fang Huai often tested his abnormal recovery ability, reducing others to a state of crying for their parents.
"Thud, thud, thud..."
"15...minutes! He’s about to finish another round!"
Liu Shoulin, who hadn’t seen Fang Huai for a long time, trembled all over as he reached the second event, the four hundred meter supply evacuation.
Fang Huai, however, was on his fourth event, starting the hammer throw.
How come every time you see this guy, he’s becoming even more extreme?
Next to him, He Zhijun, hands on his knees and head drenched in fine sweat, waved his hand and took a long breath, "I’m about to start the traverse, Captain Yao, if you’re going to rest, can you time me?"
"...Sure, I won’t rest either. You make one climb, I’ll make one climb, and we can time each other."
On the second round, Chen Zhechang essentially timed Fang Huai for the full course, while the nine of them, slowly recovering their strength, had to perform and time each event individually.
He Zhijun, who once stood at the summit with his hands behind his back, had now become the only target they could chase due to his similarly wretched state.
As for that thing over there... better just forget about it, it has completely left them in the dust.
"Ironman Quadrathlon, total time, 5 minutes 15 seconds!"
"Still too slow, Fang Huai! The record is already at 4 minutes 25 seconds!"
Chen Zhechang, the self-assured king, looking at Fang Huai who had once again collapsed to the ground, confirmed that he couldn’t possibly get up again, began to deliver another blow.
At first, he was cautious, engaging in simple psychological warfare.
But seeing that Fang Huai didn’t even have the energy to talk back, focusing only on catching his breath, he began to tease:
"What’s the matter, weren’t you tough just now? I can still do a five kilo..."
Before he could finish, Fang Huai abruptly sat up, pointing at Chen Zhechang, "Good! Bet!"
Chen Zhechang was instantly embarrassed.
"What I meant was... we could jog slowly..."
"Great! Department Head Chen, just for your training spirit, 25 minutes, that’s okay, right? 25 minutes, it’s almost like a walk!"
If Fang Huai hadn’t gone easy earlier, Chen Zhechang’s second round time would have been over 24 minutes.
Fang Huai stood up again, regaining his fervent spirit, "Brothers, shall we bet not..."
Everyone around him collectively looked up, gazing at the training tower.
Somehow, not a single person heard Fang Huai’s words though he was only a few meters away.
Zhao Yi of Yunyan Squadron shaded his eyes with his hand and looked up.
"He Zhijun is storming the tower... so fast!"
Martial arts competition veteran Yao Shuwei turned his head, "Lian Xu... can you still make it under 50 seconds now?"
Lian Xu, hands on his hips and gasping for air, "50? I... barely make a minute and a half!"
Liu Shoulin sighed deeply, "It’s almost four o’clock, huh? The meal for your Second Squadron... is ready, right?"
This roused everyone’s spirits, those with watches collectively checked the time, and even the usually stern Huang Zhongjiu nodded very affirmatively.
"It’s ready, it’s ready. Let’s finish this round and head back."
"Mm, mm, mm!"
All at once, everyone nodded.
Only Huang Yong hesitated, "This afternoon... there’s still a high-altitude mountain rescue drill we haven’t done, right?"
The people around him turned their heads to look at him all at once.
Then, everyone scattered, moving a few steps to the side. Huang Yong, who had been in the middle of the crowd, found himself isolated just like Fang Huai, becoming a separate entity. free𝑤ebnovel.com
Fang Huai’s face twitched at the sight.
"High-altitude mountain rescue drill, three people per team, and you’re exactly nine! Three teams!
I’ll place another bet on the Ironman Quadrathlon with Department Head Chen. You must choose one, the high-altitude mountain rescue or join me in the Ironman Quadrathlon? Finish it, and training’s over!"
Quickly, the crowd encircled Huang Yong once again.
"I’ll be Number One Staff!"
"I’m number three!"
In less than 10 seconds, the groups’ staff members were all appointed.
Only then did Fang Huai sneer and turn to Chen Zhechang.
Chen Zhechang looked at him in amazement, "Really going for it?... Can you withstand it?"
Fang Huai’s smile cleared, and without a word, he looked towards the playground and snorted:
"You want me come on, who the hell would not want to, which son of a bitch just doesn’t want to..."
Chen Zhechang’s face darkened.
"Damn it, fine, let’s do it!"
...
An 11-seater IVECO carried 11 utterly exhausted bodies.
Everyone leaned against anything they could find, trying their best to relax their bodies.
The driver, Chen Zhechang, trembled on the brake, staring fixedly at the traffic light ahead.
Fang Huai, meanwhile, reflected on the details of today’s training.
In reality, for the individual events in the Ironman Quadrathlon, technique had become the least useful element, as nearly all events were completed under high-intensity physical demands.
It was a complete test of physical strength and endurance.
They’d have to find a way to strengthen their stamina again.
First was the body; it had to adapt to this high intensity.
Thinking this, Fang Huai looked at the dry bloodstains on his hands.
Mm... the necessary protective gear still needed to be worn. Hand injuries were a minor matter, but the main concern was the back.
This Ironman Quadrathlon...
Once he had enough authority, he’d need to figure out a way to cancel this event as soon as possible.
Experiencing extreme physical fitness occasionally was acceptable, but it couldn’t become a mandatory annual event. No one could stand to train this annually.
The vehicle suddenly jerked.
Everyone looked up to find the light had turned green.
"Department Head Chen, why aren’t you moving?"
While struggling to restart the vehicle, Chen Zhechang laughed awkwardly:
"My foot’s numb from pressing the brake too long, the clutch slipped from my foot, went too fast, and the engine stalled!"
With car horns blaring from behind, everyone felt a bit sheepish.
Finally managing to start the vehicle, Chen Zhechang couldn’t help but complain, "Fang Huai, I’m not joining your bet tomorrow! You’re purely addicted to training! If you want to train, train them! Why me?"
Fang Huai chuckled without saying a word.
I want to train every firefighter I see.
