Chapter 566: Finishing the Strength Challenge

Chapter 566: End of the Strength Challenge

After wrestling, judo, and the subsequent "slaughter" of the UFC's top fighter at a South Korean martial arts dojo, Meng Fan earned the title of "World's Strongest Man." This was a publicly recognized moniker, and to this day, no one has dared to challenge him in this regard—hardly even a provocation.

Under a heavy fist, where is the brave man?

Regarding the terror of Meng Fan's close-combat abilities, no historical record, ancient or modern, domestic or foreign, has ever documented feats surpassing his. To say he is the strongest in history is not an exaggeration.

With top-tier technique and the greatest strength ever known, coupled with the courage and bloodlust to single-handedly take on an entire nation's martial arts world, if he weren't the strongest in history, the South Koreans would be the first to disagree!

Now, looking at today's livestream, after witnessing Meng Fan's javelin and shot put, most people have already removed him from the global comparison pool. They feel he belongs in the realms of martial arts, anime, or even fantasy—humanity can no longer contain him.

If there was still a hint of technique in his javelin and shot put, then the hammer throw and discus were pure brute force.

For the discus, Meng Fan pinched it between his thumb and index finger, swung it behind his head, and threw it vertically. With no aerodynamic lift whatsoever, it flew over sixty meters, just ten meters short of the world record.

Then, prompted by a nearby athlete, he switched from vertical to horizontal, tossing the discus like a skipping stone, slightly angling the force upward. This time, it flew over seventy meters—exactly how far was unknown, but it certainly surpassed the world record of 74.08 meters, as the system confirmed the challenge was successful.

The hammer throw is harder to master than the other three events. First, you must ensure the direction of the rotating hammer is correct—something 99% of people can't guarantee. Meng Fan wasn't confident either, so instead of spinning his body, he rotated the hammer with one hand, whipping it like a rope before letting it fly. With one throw, he broke the world record of 86.74 meters.

The world records for discus and hammer throw are both from 1986, ancient by now.

Meng Fan shattered these records in such an inhuman and violent manner that both experts and novices in hammer throw and discus fell silent.

Just how strong is he? With no technique or experience, he still reached the pinnacle of the world.

No technique at all—pure strength!

Is it really that domineering, this principle of "one force overcomes ten techniques"?

"Yesterday's livestream left weightlifters, powerlifters, and even bodybuilders speechless. Today's stream might make the big guys in throwing events cry."

"I'm gradually becoming numb, feeling like I'm nothing while also thinking everyone around me is a fragile weakling."

"I thought evolution had left me behind, but now I realize only Iron God is evolving."

"Evolving? Or maybe mutating."

"Clearly, he's cheating."

"Iron God's name on Station 8 is 'Meng Pang Cheats,' confirmed."

"Looking back at everything Meng Fan has done over the years, I have absolute reason to suspect he's completing tasks. He might have gotten a system!"

"I think he's earning popularity points through a series of events, then using them to exchange for physical attributes or directly acquire and upgrade skills. This must be a popularity-related task—why else would he expose himself to the public eye, risking being sliced up for research?"

...

After finishing the hammer throw, Meng Fan completed today's challenge. He stepped in front the camera and said to the netizens, "The strength-related challenges end here. Next, I plan to try challenges in other fields, including ones I've never attempted before. If you have any good suggestions, leave them in the comments on Weibo. Goodbye, my friends."

He ended the livestream, and the tens of millions of viewers dispersed. Half went to Weibo. Most didn't offer suggestions—many don't like commenting—but they didn't mind liking good ones they saw. Of course, even though the proportion of suggestions was low, the sheer number of people meant plenty of ideas, ranging from serious to absurd.

"Strength is over, now try speed-related stuff, like the 100-meter dash, hahaha."

"Meng Pang's strength is maxed out, but speed... maybe endurance could work, like running the longest distance in one go."

"If you're saying that, I'll suggest high jump, hahaha!"

"Dragon sucking water—something to look forward to."

"Basketball! Forget streetball, I want to see Iron God shoot threes—there's a world record for three-pointers, right?"

"Speaking of basketball, I think of soccer, and speaking of soccer, I..."

"Swimming! So many events, all kinds of world records!"

"Swimming has so many likes, I wonder how many are for the event itself? Everyone just wants to see Iron God's physique! (Swallows drool)"

"Physique doesn't matter; I mainly want to see Iron God looking a bit shy in swim trunks."

"Cycling, kayaking, rowing—all worth a try."

"Diving, gymnastics! I want to see Meng Pangzi getting squeezed."

"I think there are still plenty of strength world records, like pulling a plane by hand or lifting a car—that would be exciting."

"I think you all need to broaden your horizons. Why limit it to sports? There are so many world records out there."

"Let me flip through the Guinness World Records book."

...

After lunch at the sports institute, Meng Fan scrolled through Weibo comments for a while, then closed the app. What was all this? Nonsense!

"Brother Yang!"

Meng Fan ran into someone as he left the cafeteria, his face lighting up. "I was just about to look for you, and here you are."

Yang Ji asked curiously, "Aren't you busy challenging world records lately? Looking for me? I don't have any events suitable for you."

Yang Ji was the archery coach at the sports institute and also worked at the Zhejiang Shooting, Archery, and Cycling Management Center. After the Hangzhou Olympic Sports Center was built, it included a training hall for the archery center. He used to commute between Hangzhou and Changxing, but now he's mostly in Hangzhou, often taking the institute's archers to train there.

Meng Fan smiled. "Who says there's nothing suitable for me? I can do archery too."

"Really?" Yang Ji saw Meng Fan wasn't joking and got excited. "You can? Well... I'm about to lead the team to the training hall at the Olympic Sports Center. If you're free, want to come along?"

"Sure."

"Alright, wait for me here, or should I meet you at Building Two?"

"I'll wait for you there."

After Meng Fan left, Yang Ji gathered his team while calling Dean Zhan. If Meng Fan was taking up archery, he was bound to stir up trouble. If it actually worked out, that would be another event—Yang Ji would be thrilled, but it also meant Meng Fan's future training and competitions... better report it first.

Dean Zhan sounded numb to it all. Let him do as he pleased. It was the off-season anyway; he could mess around however he wanted. When the season started... well, no one could really control him. As long as he didn't neglect weightlifting competitions or maybe churn out a few world champions, it was fine.

That afternoon, Meng Fan followed the team to the archery hall at the Olympic Sports Center.

(This chapter ends)