Chapter 565: Stand and Fight, Invincible

Chapter 565: Standing and Unleashing Is Invincible

"Look! The Iron God is here!"

"Idol!"

"Kid, why are you crying?"

"This is my first time seeing the Iron God! He's even more handsome than in the videos! The pressure is overwhelming, I'm dying!"

The athletes practicing javelin saw the Iron God walking toward them, and two of them instantly went crazy.

Javelin and shot put were probably the events Meng Fan participated in the least among all competitions. Although he had been exposed to these sports early on, his official competitions came the latest, and their influence among the Chinese people couldn't compare to weightlifting, wrestling, and judo. However, this didn't diminish Meng Fan's greatness in these two fields. Athletes in these events, whether domestic or international, famous or not, regarded him as a deity.

Meng Fan's greatness lay in breaking the world records that had been sealed for twenty or thirty years and raising them to a level that no one else could touch for the next fifty or even a hundred years.

The original javelin world record was 98.48 meters, now 106.66 meters, an increase of over 8 meters, even surpassing the 104-meter "permanent world record" set before the javelin weight reform.

The original shot put world record was 23.12 meters, set in 1990 and not broken until 2020 at the Kyoto Olympics by Meng Fan, with a throw of 23.33 meters. Later, Meng Fan repeatedly refreshed it to 24.08 meters. (A quick note: the real-world new world record was also set at the Tokyo Olympics (qualifying trials) by Ryan Crouser, who was mentioned as the most promising to break the record. The new record is 23.37 meters, just 0.04 meters off what the author wrote.)

Once, throwing the shot put over 23 meters was a luxury; now, even if you throw 23 meters, you're still a meter away from the world record. Don't underestimate that meter—for the shot put world record, it's a gap as vast as the sky.

"Brother Lin, I heard you sprained your ankle a while back. Feeling better?"

Meng Fan first greeted Lin Dafa, the javelin coach, who had previously served as his javelin coach. Later, after Meng Fan earned a coaching title at the sports institute, the coaches, including this one, asked him to call them "brother" to show closeness.

"Much better, enough to chase these little rascals and beat them up," Lin Dafa said with a laugh. "You made quite a commotion yesterday. I heard it from outside the heavy sports gymnasium and thought it was an earthquake. Only later did I find out it was your deadlift barbell hitting the ground. So, what's the plan today? Coming to the field to challenge another world record?"

Meng Fan said, "Haven't touched a javelin in too long. Just getting a feel for it."

Lin Dafa said, "Yesterday, you guided the weightlifting team first before challenging. Can't play favorites." With that, he had the team members prepare and pulled Meng Fan over to give some guidance first.

"Alright, it's only right."

Meng Fan agreed readily, letting the athletes throw one by one.

He possessed the world's top throwing technique and the keenest observational skills. With just one look, he could identify each athlete's throwing technique characteristics and physical attributes, pointing out everything from throwing skills to power points and other comprehensive factors in a single sentence.

If the athletes were willing to strengthen their weaknesses as he suggested, their performance would see a significant improvement in a short time.

After finishing all the guidance, under everyone's "strong request (and cooperation)," Meng Fan also picked up a javelin and stood at the starting line.

At that moment, in front of Meng Fan, within a hundred meters—no, two hundred meters—there was no one.

The truth was, Meng Fan's throwing distance was so terrifying that no one dared to guarantee a safe range. Plus, Meng Fan was so accurate—what if he aimed at you? Just kidding.

Grip.

Run-up.

Throwing steps.

Throw.

Stand.

Throughout the process, Meng Fan's movements were smooth and fluid, his technique precise enough to be described as "spot-on."

The javelin flew, arced through the air, and landed.

It stuck into the ground.

The estimated distance was over a hundred meters; the exact figure would need measurement.

But Meng Fan had already received a system notification, completing the javelin world record challenge, definitely exceeding 107 meters.

No one went to measure.

Meng Fan stood at the starting line, had someone hand him an armful of javelins, then cradled them with one hand while picking one up with the other and throwing.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Meng Fan threw over a dozen javelins from a standing position, each one not falling short of the first throw!

The athletes present and the netizens watching the live stream were all stunned. Everyone knew Meng Fan was incredible, but this show-off was just too much.

Standing and unleashing a world record!

So the question was: if Meng Fan used a run-up and threw with full force, how much higher would the world record go?

That answer, unless Meng Fan himself solved it, no one would know.

Standing throw of a hundred meters—would a run-up double it?

Maybe yes, maybe no.

Who knows.

"Look, the Iron God's javelin even formed a pattern at the end!"

"What is that? An X?"

"Haha, a true flex!"

"He's really got precision down!"

"Imagine if Meng Fan were on an ancient battlefield—could he become a god of slaughter with this javelin skill?"

"The distance rivals ordinary bows, and the destructive power is at least dozens of times greater!"

"A peerless fierce general!"

"If he went to the Three Kingdoms era, he'd be even more impressive than Lü Bu's shot at the camp gate!"

"Bro, the camp gate shot was about using a bow to hit the small branch of the halberd at the gate. Different kind of shot."

"If he went to ancient times, the Iron God could definitely stand and take down a mammoth!"

"Mammoth? Why not a dinosaur? Don't limit your imagination!"

"Imagination? Don't you think, with Meng Fan's personality of casually wrestling tigers and riding whales, he'd have to catch a dinosaur as a cute pet?"

As for combat power.

Meng Fan's subsequent performance in shot put once again exceeded everyone's imagination.

Similarly, after guiding the shot put athletes, Meng Fan began his own showtime.

He still chose to complete the world record challenge with normal movements. Then, he had all the shot puts brought over, asked for two tables, placed the shot puts on them, and then, standing between the two tables, he started the iconic scene of grabbing shot puts with both hands and throwing them alternately.

Others "put" the shot; he "threw" it.

Left hand one, right hand one, alternating.

Each throw covered at least twenty meters.

The sand pit was blasted into a cloud of yellow sand.

"Damn! Isn't this Garp's Bone Fist Meteor?"

"No, Bone Fist Meteor is single-target; the multi-target version is Bone Fist Meteor Shower!"

"Iron God Meng Fan, Iron Fist Garp—can't tell them apart!"

"With the Iron God's physical abilities, he could really enter a high-martial arts world from a 2D anime!"

"Station 8 welcomes you!"

"Station 8 says it understands the Iron God best!"

Yesterday's weightlifting and powerlifting gave me an intuitive grasp of the Iron God's might, and now I'm dumbfounded again—the Iron God's strength is truly beyond mortal comprehension!

"Iron God · Humanoid Weapon · Mobile Turret · Melee Titan · Unmatched at Any Range · Meng Fan!"

(End of this chapter)