While the big man at the iron tower was resting and drinking water, Zhong Chao was assigned by steward Zhang Chong to be in charge of a hemp rope.
At the same time, he also said cautiously: "This is your opportunity, you must seize it... Tu Zhen is our new head catcher in Jujiang City. Every two or three days, he will come here for training. If you are interested in him,
Look, you'll have a safe job every once in a while."
"Moreover, the benefits of being valued by him don't stop there. There are many agents under the slaughter leader, and they often come here for training. These jobs are quite safe."
"It is said that some people were recruited by him as his subordinates because of their outstanding performance. For you bronze medal disciples, this is a way out."
Zhong Chao didn't care about what happened before, but when he heard that Tu Gang could jump out of the Vajra Martial Arts Hall and become a government agent, Zhong Chao's expression finally changed.
"Thank you, steward."
"You don't need to thank me. If you fall in love with him, it will be good for me too."
Seeing that Tu Gang had rested, Zhang Chong pushed Zhong Chao and pushed him to the center of the field.
"Go ahead."
…
"suck!"
In order to escape from the prison of being a handyman disciple, Zhong Chao went all out and turned on the maximum steam turbine.
"Buzz!"
The inhaled air turned into a billowing heat wave after entering his throat, which drove up the blood throughout his body and caused his strength to skyrocket. With a feeling of expansion (one breath to penetrate the core and inhale to expand the body), Zhong Chao grabbed the
Hemp rope, ready to tightly restrain the opponent.
Then, he felt like he was being dragged away by a speeding car.
…
Before getting started, Zhong Chao naively thought that this training was useless to him.
But at this moment, he realized that he was wrong, very wrong.
Tu Gang's power is too great.
Every move he made had the power of nine bulls and two tigers. In order to restrain him, Zhong Chao tried his best, but he was still dragged away easily.
And force is relative. This kind of force confrontation can not only exercise Tu Gang, but also temper Zhong Chao's muscles.
However, at this moment, he had no idea of exercising. Instead, he put all his body and mind on the rope in front of him, trying to restrain the opponent even for a moment.
"I don't want to miss this opportunity to escape from being a handyman disciple!"
"Roar!"
With this thought in mind, Zhong Chao's jaw tightened and his veins popped out, and he really put all his effort into feeding.
Unfortunately, facts are not subject to human will.
Even though he tried his best, he still couldn't restrain the opponent in the slightest.
He only felt that the hemp rope in his hand was like a giant python or a dragon. If the other side moved at will, he would be carried flying up.
Even Zhong Chao leaned back and planted his feet on the ground. This method of taking advantage of the geographical advantages was still useless.
The foot brake marks on the gravel ground seemed to be taunting him.
The only thing that made him happy was that he was not the only one who couldn't restrain the other side. The owners of dozens of hemp ropes all had their faces flushed, but they couldn't do anything to the other side.
In the center, Tu Gang was practicing boxing meticulously, and on the periphery, Zhong Chao and others were doing their best, and time passed by like this.
And Zhong Chao's heart gradually calmed down from the heat.
"It failed."
Because he couldn't restrain the other party in the slightest, Zhong Chao felt that there was no hope.
However, he did not relax his strength.
It couldn't be maintained for a long time, but he still had to do a good job today.
This is also an explanation of kindness to the steward Zhang Chong.
…
While a group of bronze medal disciples were trying their best, the stewards gathered next to them and started chatting.
"Zhang Chong, you are the kid who brought me here. You have worked very hard, but if you are not strong enough, no matter how hard you try, it will be in vain... just like you."
"Huh, so are you. I see you brought six people with you, and these six people together didn't restrain the slaughter head."
Such a straightforward rebuttal made the steward surnamed Dou look a little confused.
"How can it be possible to hold him back? I have exchanged blood for the slaughter head three times. He really has the power of nine oxen. If I want to completely restrain him, I need 20 to 30 second-level warriors. The ones who are coming now are all first-level disciples. Only those who can hold him back will be able to hold him back."
It’s a ghost.”
"Are you complaining that Tu Baotou can't afford to hire a second-level warrior? I will tell him about this."
"You...I never said that!"
Although it is true that the slaughter leader is not as rich as the rich young master, the warrior has changed his blood three times to reach the next level, and Steward Dou does not dare to offend him.
Both of them came here with the intention of making acquaintance with this new head catcher, and that was why they were so explosive.
Not taking advantage of his words, Steward Dou snorted coldly and left the place.
But after Zhang Chong separated Guanshi Dou, he was not too happy.
After looking at the situation on the field, he sighed and shook his head: "The area where the leader of the massacre is located is the block where my brother is responsible. I originally wanted to help him, but now it seems that it really doesn't work... The strength of the newly named disciples
It's too weak, and I don't have a strong hand."
The conclusion has been drawn, Zhang Chong is not interested in reading anymore, and went to other places to busy himself.
Zhong Chao didn't know this. At this moment, all his attention was on struggling with the rope.
In the beginning, Zhong Chao worked so hard partly because he wanted to take care of things. Now, he does it for himself.
While wrestling with all his strength, the 'qi' that Zhong Chao breathed into his body was rapidly consumed.
In a way, this is a good thing. Only when the energy in his body is exhausted can he complete a training cycle.
As the five internal organs were tempered, Zhong Chao's Qi pulse became extremely long, and his endurance also improved greatly, which allowed him to hold his breath for as long as 30 minutes.
Such a long time has meant that if Zhong Chao now wants to train the steam turbine efficiently, he must do strenuous exercise.
And the all-out tug-of-war just meets this need.
In addition, Zhong Chao also discovered one thing - during the continuous wrestling process, the progress of the Pure Yang Golden Bell on his data panel had improved.
To be honest, Zhong Chao was surprised when he first saw this.
"How is it possible? Without hammering, how can the proficiency of the golden bell be increased?"
This was inconsistent with the description of the exercise, which made Zhong Chao want to explore it.
However, the current situation is not suitable, Zhong Chao can only keep this matter in mind.
But after discovering that tug-of-war can improve the proficiency of the golden bell, Zhong Chao's slightly depressed heart naturally returned to the heat again.
"call……"
"suck……!"
After taking a breath and gritting his teeth, Zhong Chao returned to his appearance of bulging veins.
"Roar!"
With a low growl, Zhong Chao tried his best to pull the rope back.
And because of his concentration, what Zhong Chao didn't notice was...as time went by, several people had changed on the other ropes.
In order to gain Tu Gang's respect and break away from his status as a handyman disciple, not only Zhong Chao, but others are also doing their best.
However, going all out is very energy-consuming.
It usually only takes three or five minutes for them to lose their strength.
Don't think that this time is short. High-intensity anaerobic exercise usually lasts for more than ten seconds. In previous lives, athletes' physical strength was considered to be at its peak, and sprinters were the representatives.
But in this way, they can only take into account the 100-meter and 200-meter sprint events at most. Once an athlete chooses the 400-meter sprint, it will be difficult to take into account the 100-meter event.
400 meters, 20 seconds, this was the limit of high-intensity anaerobic exercise in the previous life.
When Zhong Chao and others pull the rope, it is slightly weaker than this intensity. Naturally, such intensity of exercise is difficult to last.
As for pretending to exert force... Tu Gang in the middle can feel the strength of the rope. Whenever someone's strength weakens, he will not reduce the movement in that area, but will increase the strength, which caused several people to be thrown away.
, or hit the ground.
In this way, the rope will naturally fall off, and then someone will replenish it.
This kind of thing is easy to notice. Unfortunately, after discovering that wrestling with Tu Gang can improve the proficiency of the Pure Yang Golden Bell, and the harder he exerts, the faster the proficiency increases, Zhong Chao has no intention to pay attention to other things.
My mind is on the hemp rope.
Therefore, he did not notice that now, fifteen minutes later, almost all the ropes had been replaced by two or three people, but he was the only one who was still continuing.