Reincarnated: I Became The First Warlord Of The World-Chapter 29

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Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Hillary looked into Jonathan’s eyes, since everyone saw that she merely won Jonathan in the race, she didn’t want them to think she was all for talks earlier, so challenging Jonathan publicly like this would make everyone reconsider any thoughts they had about downgrading her.

She doesn’t know how Jonathan was able to keep up with her pace, but she would definitely crush him on the rest drills.

Jonathan blinked twices at Hillary. She wanted to say something when Jonathan suddenly walked past her. He had no time to play kids play with her. His head was occupied with far more superior things than a useless challenge with a kid.

He only wanted the magical boosting items the so-called special talents would be given, if not he wouldn’t even bother to work himself this hard.

Hillary felt humiliated by Jonathan motion. She slowly balled her hand into a fist. Her facial expression instantly became ugly.

"I will kill him."

She muttered to herself.

After just ten minutes of rest. The bald head man took them to the headquarters gym for the rest exercise for the day.

They were asked to squat until their body gave up.

Many people started energetic but slowly they all fell to the ground. Luke forced himself to continue seeing Jonathan wasn’t sweating off, but one thousand was the maximum he could do. He fell on his butt and rested fully on the ground. It felt like his heart was jumping out of his chest.

The only two people remaining were Jonathan and Hillary and they were both going strong. Hillary looked at Jonathan wondering when the bastard would fall to the ground, but Jonathan was acting like he wasn’t in pain. He was able to keep it up because he knew the proper way to do it without putting more restraint on his muscles, unlike everyone, including Hillary. They were all doing it wrong, which was causing them to lose quickly.

After clocking five thousand squats without stopping, Jonathan could tell that Hillary would give up soon, because no matter how strong she was, she was doing it wrong and the longer she continued to do it wrongly, the harder she was making it for herself.

He was surprised that Hillary could make it this far, her zeal not to lose to him was truly unquestionable.

Although Hillary would be crashing soon. He had no idea if he would be able to continue. His legs were starting to shake tremendously.

Just as Jonathan doubted himself, he received a shock wave from his legs and he found himself falling to the ground.

’Damn it!’

Jonathan cursed loudly in his mind. As he landed on his butt. He was surprised his falling wasn’t the only sound he heard. He turned to Hillary’s direction and was surprised that Hillary also fell to the ground. They both fell to the ground at the same time.

"Dammit!!"

Hillary and Jonathan screamed out in their mind at the same time.

"Five thousand and twenty. That is a new high score, and to think it was set on the first day, that is truly fabulous."

The instructor recorded the score on the device he was carrying.

"Rest for a while before we will kick off the last drill for the day."

Hillary got up to her feet, while Jonathan was still sitting down, trying to catch his breath fully. Although Hillary was also trying to catch her breath, she pretended that she was doing fine so everyone could see that she was stronger than Jonathan who was still on the floor.

A few minutes went by and the bald headed man returned to the gym.

"Okay. Now that you have all rested. It’s time we raise some weight. Your body has to be tough if you truly want to become a well known figure in this upcoming war.

If you want your name to be remembered, you must be willing to do the hard work!"

With those few words, the bald headed man leads the team to where the weights were arranged.

The bald headed man walked to the middle and brought out a small booklet and pen from his pants.

"I will call your name and you will show us all how much you can do."

"Luke Warren!"

Luke was surprised that he was the first person to be called, although he was frightened to the bone by the mention of his name, he came out like a boss.

Luke stepped closer to the barbells in the middle of the room. He just had to carry it halfway and drop it to the ground then carry it again.

He wondered how heavy the barbell was, the weight would determine how many times he would be able to carry it.

Regardless of that, Luke wanted to ensure he carries the barbells more than ten times. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Luke kicks off by carrying the barbell to his knee region and dropping it to the ground.

He carried it again and the veins in his head started showing. Luke carried it for the fourth time and he almost shit in his pants. He had to let go of it immediately. He couldn’t continue anymore, his body was in a total mess.

Luke didn’t even bother to keep his act. He fell on his butt immediately.

"Luke Warren could only complete three attempts.

Next!"

The next person came out and could only manage to lift the barbell twice. The third person came and he managed to lift the barbell once. The numbers kept increasing with nobody being able to beat Luke’s record. Luke was starting to feel amazing about himself.

He felt like he was a menace to everyone.

The calling finally got to Jonathan’s turn. The call was between Jonathan and Hillary, but the bald headed man decided to call Jonathan, making Hillary the last person that would be carrying the barbell.

Jonathan stepped closer to the barbell. The size was massive, he never watched the world strongest man game in his previous world, but he believed the size of these barbells had never been used in those games before. It was the biggest Jonathan had ever seen.

This was making Jonathan nervous, but if Luke could complete three attempts, he sure would be able to complete five attempts. The only problem was he didn’t know how many Hillary would be able to do, so no matter what he must keep carrying the barbell until his hands twitch out of position or until his legs fails him.