The people coming down from the platform, upon hearing that their One Hundred ters Ladder Attack Drill record was surpassed, were all sowhat dispirited.
Of the two vehicle drill thods, the one with the most participants was also the one that best proved everyone’s overall strength. They thought that since they had even broken the record, they were assuredly in first place, since breaking records on the field was already a stellar performance.
They never expected to be surpassed.
This year’s pressure was truly unlike any before.
...
A figure slid swiftly from the 7.5-ter-high platform, rushing towards the serpentine pole.
Another was even faster.
"Go!"
"Hurry up!"
Everyone inside the venue watched quietly, with the Guizhou Brigade keenly aware that this was the deciding match. Whether they could contend for the final rankings all depended on this.
Thus, the only voice in the field, husky with determination, unexpectedly ca from behind Fang Huai’s mask.
The two n swiftly passed through the serpentine zone, lifted the person at the end onto the stretcher, and charged toward the platform below.
As Wei Lijie went up, the safety hook was thrown down again, turning into Fang Huai’s individual performance stage.
There was still 18 seconds left to win the championship.
Fang Huai’s hands moved with astonishing speed, hooking the two safety locks around the trapped person’s waist, and the rope imdiately tightened, hoisting the person into the air.
Three people were going up, all using these two safety locks, just waiting for the rope to co down.
Ti was running close now, with only 7.5 seconds left to match the Shanghai General Team’s ti.
"Hurry!" Fang Huai yelled loudly.
The people above beca frantic too. They dragged the rescued person inside and blindly threw the safety hooks with the rope attached down.
Both ropes were thrown in this manner.
Fang Huai caught the first rope, but the second rope swung in the air and drifted away.
At this mont, if Fang Huai turned around to retrieve the rope hook, there definitely wouldn’t be enough ti left.
But he didn’t.
Timing it perfectly, he leapt forcefully, catching the rope hook in mid-air, and by the ti he landed, the rope hook was already attached to him.
"Uh..."
A collective deep hum erged from everyone’s throat in the audience.
Number 1 is just Number 1 after all, what reaction speed, he’s got it covered.
What’s more incredible was his climbing speed.
While others’s ascent depended on how fast the safety rope was pulled up above—where they shouted "one two one two" while pulling—Fang leaped high onto the wall. Above, He Zhijun and Tao Dongdong were already poised, not making a sound, just bowing their heads and furiously pulling in the rope.
It was pulling in, not pulling up.
Their speed in pulling in the rope couldn’t keep up with Fang Huai’s climbing speed at all. With that one jump, there was a vast space in the rope and by the ti those above tightened the rope, Fang Huai had already reached the top.
"Good!"
It was terrifying.
Damn, this was where the Guizhou Brigade’s true strength lay.
Before the referee announced the score, the command units below, who had co to observe Number 1, already had the results on their stopwatches.
"Let’s move, let’s move. There are few participants in this drill and Number 1 is the main force; we can’t compete with him."
As everyone began to disperse with resignation, the referee’s voice finally rang out.
"53 seconds and 92!"
"Ah..."
The sole team that still harbored a glimr of hope, the Shanghai General Team, now sighed.
First place, gone.
The Shanghai team mbers who had heard that focusing on the underground rescue drill would be disadvantageous yet did not believe it now did.
The sa feeling of lost spirits was repeating itself in the competition ti and ti again.
Succeeding competitors continuously shattered the dreams of the instant champions, creating new dreams of their own.
No champion dared to show a relaxed smile before everything was decided.
Because every gold dal had 300 pairs of eager eyes watching.
...
Ti for lunch.
When the Guizhou Brigade entered, everyone saluted.
Today, everyone had completed four events.
And the forrly insignificant Guizhou, who had never so much as farted at the whole corps, clinched the underground rescue drill that afternoon, took sixth place in the initial fire control drill, and currently ranked first in the cumulative score.
Don’t underestimate this sixth place. Behind them were 24 whole corps grinding their teeth with envy.
Breathing down their necks in the overall standings were Hunan, Liaoning, and Guangdong Zhejiang.
The main forces from the south, Guangdong and Sichuan.
This year, Guangdong was surprisingly behind Hunan and Liaoning.
The main reason was Liaoning’s first place finish in one event, which pulled too many points ahead, and Guangdong had not yet caught up.
As for Sichuan, they kept silent.
No one ridiculed the Sichuan General Team, for they hadn’t trained together at all. Most of their team mbers, before departing, were still helping the local folks with post-disaster reconstruction.
The Beijing command unit was also busy.
XZ and XJ hadn’t co at all.
This year, China was very busy, with many things more important than the Grand Martial Arts Competition.
However, judging from the results, the quality of this Grand Martial Arts Competition surpassed that of all previous ones. In one day, the national records for two events were broken.
Moreover, the One Hundred ters Ladder Attack Drill record was broken twice.
As everyone stood at a distance, snacking and discussing the day’s thrilling monts, so couldn’t help but get up and narrate the events like a storyteller.
At this mont, soone didn’t want to just talk quietly. They entered the cafeteria from behind, approached Fang Huai, and suddenly lunged forward, wrapping their arm around him and laughing:
"Number 1! Didn’t see that coming, did you? Feeling defeated? I thought you guys were going to be double champions today!"
Fang Huai, sowhat lost for words, shrugged off Zeng Jieyi’s hand, retorting:
"The pot calling the kettle black," You guys from the Hunan General Team haven’t even gotten second place and still have the nerve to brag?
You were all barking pretty loudly before, weren’t you? ’Champions?’ It made waste my energy keeping an eye on your results."
Zeng Jieyi, however, was unashad: "We aren’t strong? Our tactics are the sa as yours! We exert effort evenly, chasing the overall score!
Now we are third in three events, and the worst one is fourth! Unlike you guys, who ended up ninth in the last event, right?
The Guizhou Brigade, if not for you, this year you’d be at most..."
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