Second World Chapter 1309 1309. The Second Match

Chapter 1309 1309. The Second Match

On the second day of the match, Jack and the others were teleported into another pocket world within the constructed dimension. It was again a sports field. Near where they stood were nine metal b.a.l.l.s. Each of these b.a.l.l.s was attached by a steel wire to a grip.

Seeing those b.a.l.l.s, Jack said, "Hammer throw…?"

After blurting, he quickly closed his mouth with his two hands. Aglea was once more here with them to oversee the match. Jack was afraid Aglea would be offended again if he spoke out of turn. 

Luckily, Aglea didn't seem to mind. "I see you are familiar with this sport. I don't need to explain then, do I?" She asked. 

Jack nodded. He then asked, "Who should go first?"

"Anyone is fine. Just don't spend too long deciding," Aglea said. Even with her wide smile and friendly tone, Jack still somehow felt that her sentence was a threat.

"I don't understand. What should we do with these b.a.l.l.s?" Kramer asked.

"Dude, you seriously don't know? Oh, wait… You are a native. I guess it makes sense if you don't know," Jack said. "This is one of the sports from our world. Hey, Stefan. You go first. Show him how to do it."

Stefan turned to Jack with a look that asked, 'Why me?' But since he had to do it sooner or later, he decided to just go along. He walked to the metal b.a.l.l.s.

While Stefan approached the metal ball, Naomi asked, "I am wondering, why did they use Olympic games' compet.i.tions to choose a sacrifice?"

"Do you prefer they have us play children's games instead?" Jack asked.

Stefan was looking between the nine metal b.a.l.l.s. They all looked the same. He bent down to pick one of them up. His eyes turned wide when he tried lifting it.

"Holy!" He exclaimed. He then dropped the one he tried to lift and went to lift the next one.

"s.h.i.+t! Why is it so heavy? I'm sure the b.a.l.l.s from the Olympic games aren't this heavy," He uttered.

"Really?" Jack was about to go and check but Aglea stopped him.

"One person at a time," Aglea said. He then said to Stefan, "You have one minute to throw the ball. If you haven't thrown a ball by then, you will be immediately chosen as the sacrifice."

Stefan was taken aback by Aglea's statement. He glared at Jack.

"Huh?" Jack didn't understand what the glare was for.

Stefan went and tried the third ball. It was also heavy.

"Are all of them this heavy?" Stefan asked Aglea.

"Naturally," Aglea answered. "Providing different weights will just benefit the first partic.i.p.ant, won't it?"

Since all of them were the same, Stefan just tried his best to lift the current one. He had to use two hands to lift the ball and brought it to the throwing zone, which was marked with a large circle on the ground.

"What is the weight of that ball?" Jack asked Aglea.

"One hundred kilograms," Aglea answered.

Naomi and several players gasped.

"Anyone knows what is the normal weight for a hammer throw's ball?" Jack asked.

n.o.body said anything. When Jack thought no one knew the answer, Master said, "It is sixteen pounds. Around seven kilograms."

"Wow! So, the ones we use here are more than ten times the normal ones?" Jack asked.

"Do you want to issue a formal complaint?" Aglea asked Jack with her smile.

"No, no! I'm good. One hundred kilograms is good," Jack answered.

Stefan had placed the ball at the center of the throwing circle. He was now gripping the handle and readied himself to swing the ball.

He took a deep breath. With a yell, he pulled hard and started to rotate his body. The ball revolved around him with his body as a pivot. He continued picking up momentum while rotating. After rotating four times, he released the ball.

The ball flew a short distance and landed on the ground not far away. The sound of clapping hands could be heard even though they didn't see any spectators. The sound of a bell then drew their attention to a board by the side of the field. On that board were their names. Beside Stefan's name was written 8.1 meters.

"I'm honestly surprised he could throw a one-hundred kilograms ball that far," Winson remarked.

"I don't find it strange. Our strength stat here gave us a much stronger body than our past world," Jack said.

"Good," Aglea said to Stefan who walked back. "If you cannot throw past five meters, you will immediately be chosen as the sacrifice."

Stefan had a cold sweat hearing that. Shouldn't that kind of thing be informed first before the match start?

"Who is next?" Aglea asked.

Now that everyone knew that failing to throw a sufficient distance resulted in an instant death situation, most didn't want to go first. If the one who went first failed and the sacrifice was decided, there was no longer a need to continue the match.

Seeing that no one came forward, Aglea said, "On the count to three, I will randomly pick one."

"No need to count," Master walked forward and picked up the ball.

Different than Stefan, he used one hand to pick up the ball.

"Hey, are you sure all the b.a.l.l.s are the same weight? Why does his one look light?" Winson asked Stefan.

"Dude, I ain't the one saying that," Stefan said.

Aglea asked Winson the same question he gave Jack, "Do you want to issue a formal complaint?" To which Winson also replied the same way as Jack.

Jack wasn't surprised by Master's act. Master's five cla.s.ses provided him with higher strength stat than normal. His level was above average players.

Master dropped the ball onto the center of the throwing circle. Unlike Stefan who immediately spun his body, Master first swung the ball back and forth a couple of times. The momentum generated from those swings gave him stronger force when he spun his body after that.

The way he rotated the ball around him was also different from Stefan's. Stefan's rotation was mostly flat on a horizontal plane. As for Master, his rotation was slightly at an angle. After spinning it five times, Master released the ball when its position was pointing upward. Thus, sending the ball upward and allowing it to fly a longer distance.

"d.a.m.n… He truly knows what to do," Jack remarked. The others nodded.

When the ball fell on the ground, the marking next to Master's name was 59.5 meters.

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