Chapter 19: Strong Competitors
Good grief.
Many felt taking a bullet to the head might be a better relief compared to this.
The stunt they had attempted was anything but easy.
As the group made their way down, the strain was evident on their faces, drenched in sweat and heavy breathing.
The technique, while appearing simple on the surface, demanded a level of mental acuity and physical prowess that few could muster.
Levon's hands were a testament to the challenge—crimson red and bloody.
Yet, his expression remained stoic, betraying no emotion.
Suddenly, a scream pierced the air, a sound akin to a 'throttled goat.'
~AHHHHHH!
Many hastily threw their eyes sideways, just in time to catch a glimpse of an unfortunate person falling backwards with a horrid face.
It seemed the person had miscalculated, overestimating the proper arm strength needed to counter the burden of gravity, and support his entire weight.