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Chapter 940

Chapter 942

Michaelis decided to humiliate the SouthStar Airlines competitors, and his smug expression was evident. "Oh well, a sick person is just a sick person," he said. "Can't even throw 20 meters."

"It's true," someone else chimed in. "Why bother competing in this rain? Might as well go home."

But no one paid him any attention.

Soon it was Brogan's turn, the last athlete to throw the shot put.

Almost all of H Rovirsa's audience silently cheered for Brogan.

Michaelis's arrogant face was clear for everyone to see.

Evie whispered worriedly to Sylvia, "Boss, do you think he can do it?"

Sylvia smiled. "I believe in him."

Or rather, she believed in Franklin! She believed in his ability to train his subordinates!

Brogan walked over and picked up the five-kilogram shot put with one hand. He then stood one meter away from the throwing line and pushed the ball back before suddenly accelerating into a run! With a loud shout, he threw the shot put out with perfect form!

The heavy ball hit the ground and splashed water everywhere before landing on some nearby grass leaves... and it seemed like it went further than Michaelis's earlier attempt?!

At that moment Michaelis felt Brogan's strong explosive power because he knew that kind of power could only result in an impressive distance thrown!

Just then an official shouted loudly. "21. 9 meters!"

Everyone erupted into cheers at hearing this number.

Michaelis couldn't believe what had happened; his expression froze on his face as he glared hatefully at Brogan. "You got lucky this time! You might not be so lucky next time!" Brogan wasn't proud or boastful; nor did he care about Michaelis's taunts or threats. "Thank you for your concession."

Michaelis comforted himself by thinking there were other events where they could still score points - as long as their total score beat SouthStar Airlines', they would win for sure! The rain poured down heavily making their clothes stick uncomfortably onto their bodies.

like throwing shot puts but instead involved

faster would be declared

this event to improve their leg strength, endurance, and explosiveness. Normally, it wouldn't be a problem, but in this rainy weather with such heavy rain, the water soaked into their backpacks added

running competition even more

their foreheads, they crouched down at the

didn't sound like much distance to cover but carrying twenty kilograms made it much harder than expected - especially in such heavy rain that stung when hitting their faces. The wind resistance also slowed

He was muscular with long legs - typical traits for Evodroupolians or Aettosans

back loudly. "I'm not useless!" He charged forward with full force

mixed with rainwater rolled off everyone's faces continuously while above them dark clouds loomed lower

just 800

he kicked his long legs into gear and started to

Finally, he passed many of the other

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then suddenly, Brogan leaped forward and landed heavily on the finish line.

they were only

silent as everyone watched

the 800-meter weighted run that everyone snapped out of their daze and erupted

"Wow!"

"That was amazing!"

he

the judge's seat with an ugly expression on his face as he stared at the

said coldly. "Brogan didn't cross the finish line by running - he

Brian," she said.

had punched him in

at Brogan furiously. "You have

cheating." His teammates joined in on cursing at Brogan

- soaked through from head to toe with wet hair sticking to his forehead - and chuckled softly. "Losers always make excuses for their failures and

slaps across their faces; painful reminders of how sorely they'd lost this race... and how much more sorely they would continue losing if they kept acting like this towards

before; so angry that it felt like every muscle in

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