[Greek Mythology] Penglaiji Construction Team

Ah Bing's opponent is a big guy.Minas, cousin of General Pandaros.

He was also last year's champion.The best result is said to be able to throw a discus weighing four catties more than [-] steps.

The deceitful tricks used in sprinting can no longer be used in the discus event.

Firstly, Minas is a rough man who is not interested in meditation, and secondly, it is clear whether the discus is thrown far or near, and no one has to argue.

Ah Bing stood beside Minas, only reaching his shoulders, losing momentum from the perception.

The onlookers were certain that Minas would definitely win this round.

In the first two preliminary rounds, Minas threw 69 and 68 respectively, both of which were better than Ah Bing's.

Ah Bing is still a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, not as confident as Ah Short.He looked at the behemoth beside him, feeling timid in his heart.

Minas arrogantly patted his smaller opponent on the head: "You just have to farm well, you shouldn't be the royal guard."

Ah Bing dared not speak out because he was afraid of being beaten.

Minas became more and more arrogant: "Let me tell you, my score is more than seventy steps. I can throw ninety steps at home."

His house is really wide, wide enough to throw a discus at home.

As for whether there are ninety steps or not, no one can say. If you want to find a short person to measure it, you may be able to get a hundred steps.

Minas pointed at the sprinter who lost the championship just now: "See if that guy didn't, give half a step, and lose. My brother said that you will never be allowed to play this round."

Looking in the direction of Minas' thumb, Pandaros was also mixed in the crowd.

He also wants to cultivate his influence in the royal guard, and attaches great importance to this competition.

Fang Chengmu spoke on the stage: "Two athletes, please remain calm. Those who are calm will be favored by the gods."

This is mainly for Ah Bing.The child Ah Bing looked very flustered.

Fang Chengmu's encouragement finally calmed him down a bit.According to Fang Chengmu's plan, when warming up before the game, he smashed the discus and picked up a small stone from the ground.

With a flick of your fingertips and skillful use of your wrist, the stone was shot seventy steps away.

Minas mocked: "My big discus can be thrown farther than your small stone."

Ah Bing took a deep breath, not to let Minas see the flaw: "Really? But the small stone you throw may not be as far away as my big discus."

Minas was furious.He can even throw a big discus ninety steps, let alone a small stone!

He shattered the discus with one punch, picked up one of them, spun a few times on the spot, and threw the stone far away like throwing a discus.

Although he threw it high, the stone could not fly far.It was less than thirty paces long when it landed.

Minas couldn't believe his eyes.The weight of the small stone is obviously less than one-twentieth of the discus, so how can it not be thrown far?

Unconvinced, Minas smashed another discus.Pick up another stone.

Same pose, more power.

Unfortunately, there was some wind in the air this time, and because the small stones were light, they were more resisted by the wind, and they were even closer than the first time they were thrown.

In fact, a pebble should be bounced like Ah Bing to be able to shoot it far. If it is thrown high like Minas, it will only encounter greater resistance.

Minas didn't understand these principles. According to common sense, the smaller and lighter ones should be thrown farther away.He murmured: "Impossible, impossible."

Fang Chengmu suddenly announced the start of the game.

Ah Bing quickly grabbed a discus while Minas was in a trance and threw it vigorously!

"The result is valid!"

Fang Chengmu was decisive.

Discus throwing is not like running a race, there is no requirement for two players to throw at the same time.

What's more, it's Ah Bing's grade that is judged now. As long as he has no objection, other audience members will not have any objection either.

"It's your turn, Minas."

The referee called Minas' name.

The way to use soldiers is to attack the heart.

What Fang Chengmu wanted to attack was Minas' momentary unrest.

We must seize the time and press hard at every step, and we must not let him turn the corner.

Minas remained motionless.

Holding the discus in his hand, he kept muttering to himself, what went wrong?

Why is he suddenly unable to throw even a small stone far?

Is his method training wrong?

"Strong Minas, please throw your discus. May the power of God fill you."

Fang Chengmu read his prayers.

Hearing Fang Chengmu's blessing in the name of God, Minas fell to the ground instead.

Fang Chengmu's name is blessing, but in fact he is punishing his heart.

It was God who forsaken him!God's power had been removed from him, so he couldn't throw a stone far!

When Minas, who practiced the gods, thought of this, he immediately lost all his strength.

The discus in the palm became extremely heavy, and it was very difficult to raise the arms.

He could no longer hear the cheers of the audience, and he fainted.

Fang Chengmu shouted Minas' name three times on the high platform.

Minas still didn't wake up.

Fang Chengmu hurriedly announced: "Unfortunately, Minas gave up the competition. The champion belongs to the commoner."

The civilians cheered again.This is already their second championship today.

The nobles led by Pandaros suddenly became fussy, cursing the referee for being unfair.

Fang Chengmu was very calm: "You say I am unfair, what is unfair?"

Pandaros asked his spokesperson to complain: "A good man, why did he suddenly fall? You must have played tricks."

Fang Chengmu spoke confidently: "Since I'm sitting high on the flying platform, how could I have the opportunity to plot against him? I didn't see Ah Bing touching his body under the eyes of everyone. If there is a reason, it must be that the gods have abandoned him."

The former champion who fainted on the ground suddenly sat up and wailed: "My Ares, please don't abandon your people, please accept my sacrifice."

Seeing that even Minas himself admitted that he was abandoned by God, the nobles had nothing to say, so they had to find a few people to pull him down and admit Abing's victory.

Fang Chengmu and the civilians took the lead again, and their morale was booming.

The long-distance running finals then kicked off.

This time, Fang Chengmu was not worried, nor did he prepare any schemes.

A Chang has undergone Dongtu's internal strength training, and his breath is very stable. Every step of his is guided by his breath. Although it is not fast, it is important for it to last.After running another forty miles, he was still in good spirits.

His opponent was sweating from before the start of the run and couldn't even stand up straight.

Even ordinary citizens can see that Ah Chang is winning, and Fang Chengmu is even more relieved.

When it's time to fight for strength, let's fight for strength.

The two runners stood side by side on the track, ready to start.

Fang Chengmu suddenly felt something was wrong.

The aristocratic athlete feels reborn.His eyes shone brightly, his breathing quickened, and his ten fingers whirled uncontrollably, as if possessed by an evil spirit.

Fang Chengmu's first thought was whether there are gods intervening in the competition.

His eyes swept in all directions, but he didn't see any trace of the gods.

The nobles who watched were very impatient: "Why haven't you announced the start? Magistrate, what are you waiting for?"

Fang Chengmu didn't particularly want to start this competition.The state of the noble players made him very uneasy.

Ah Chang was very confident in himself, and pointed at Fang Chengmu to indicate that he could start.

Fang Chengmu had no choice but to read his prayers: "Warriors with strong feet and endurance, please run forward for the gods. Live forever and never stop."

The two athletes start running.

The audience was amazed one after another indirectly.

It turned out that the long-distance runner sent by the nobles ran faster than the sprinter.

In an instant, he had finished one track, turned back, and was about to complete the second track.

And Ah Chang, who pays attention to slow start and slow return, has only finished half of the track at this time.

"If he runs so fast, he will lose his strength soon, right?"

"Yeah, running like this is sure to lose."

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and they were not optimistic about the noble players.

The voice of discussion became less and less, and in the end no one dared to speak.

Noble players have run a full 31 courses at the speed of sprinters.

His speed is still increasing, and his legs seem to never tire.

The onlookers were stunned: Is he a god?

Ah Chang's heart was also shaken.

He has a full 22 tracks behind his opponent.

In the preliminary round, he was always ready to catch up from behind, but no matter how much he gained momentum, he would never be left behind by more than three track distances.

The opponent must have a god protecting him, how could a mortal be able to defeat a god!

When the heart is shaken, the breath is also shaken.

Qi wavered, exhaustion engulfed the whole body.

Ah Chang felt that he could hardly move forward.

He will also fall to the ground like the discus thrower just now.

One is getting stronger and stronger, and the other is crumbling.

The trend of victory and defeat is reversed in an instant.

Pandaros shot a provocative look at Fang Chengmu who was on the high platform.

Fang Chengmu ignored him.

He said high in his mouth: "Tranquility and emptiness, the true energy follows it. The spirit is kept inward, and the illness is never safe."

This is not the poetic language of the Trojans. Only Ah Chang, who earnestly followed Fang Chengmu to practice Dongtu internal skills, can realize the true meaning of it.

Even for Ah Chang, it took him a day and a night of hard work just for this one sentence.

He was asked to sit cross-legged in meditation and silently recite the mantra of the inner law.Say it, and go over what it means in your head.

"Don't think about anything, let the air flow penetrate your body. Stop thinking about it, there is no way for any disease to invade."

When he was first practicing, Ah Chang kept on reading, and the more he read, the more annoying he became. When the annoyance reached the extreme, his whole body was itchy, his waist was sore and his legs were numb, and he always had to get up and move.

As long as he moved, Fang Chengmu would knock him on the back with the umbrella handle, knocking his mind back.

Later, the longer he sat, the more he thought about it, the more he understood, Ah Chang finally understood that since he didn't think about anything, it was right not to even think about this sentence.

His altar finally became clear, and the itching and numbness on his body finally disappeared slowly.

Fang Chengmu is very satisfied with Ah Chang's progress, otherwise he would never be so relieved of him.

But the human body is always the master of desires, and when it comes to a critical moment, those mental methods must be left behind.

Fang Chengmu read out the formula.

This formula is like a ray of light penetrating Ah Chang's desire.

Ah Chang recalled the anguish of countless days and nights to comprehend the essentials, recalled the pain of many beatings on the back, and survived such a long ordeal, not to mention the short 48 tracks?

There is no protection from the gods.

I am the god who protects me.