Second World

Chapter 1310 1310. The Second Sacrifice

Master returned with an expressionless face, but Jack somehow felt the guy was dissatisfied. Jack wondered what the hell he was dissatisfied with after putting on such an impressive display. Little did he know that Master was discontent because he failed to break the hammer throw's world record from the past world.

"Next," Aglea uttered.

Jack looked around and saw that no one was willing. So, he volunteered.

He went and picked up one of the remaining seven balls.

'Hm? Not too heavy. Is this truly one hundred kilograms?' he thought.

'Your strength stat is abnormal,' Peniel reminded him.

"Hehe. Yeah, I have super strength," Jack muttered while grinning. The others were confused why Jack could still grin under their current situation.

Jack went inside the throwing circle and dropped the ball while holding the grip.

"Hm…," He didn't truly play hammer throw before but he supposed what Master had done was the right way of doing it. So, he copied what Master did.

He first swung the ball back and forth before rotating it with rapid spins. His spinning was so fast that people had trouble counting how many times he had spun. Jack himself also didn't count. He just tried to get as fast as possible. Being accustomed to flying under turbulence let him not become dizzy even with such fast spinning.

After having the dragon eye skill for so long, his vision had slightly adapted. Even without that skill in effect, he could still aim his throw despite his inhuman spinning speed. Like Master, he was also rotating the balls at an angle. He let go of the metal ball when it was at the highest angle.

The heavy ball flew at an arc.

The others were watching with open mouths when they saw the way the ball fly. It landed on the ground with a loud thud. They turned to the board beside the field that showed the names.

101.7 meters.

Everyone was speechless. They wondered if that ball Jack had thrown was truly one hundred kilograms.

Master was scowling. Even though he knew Jack's three classes had a better strength stat than four of his five classes, he was still unhappy, especially for losing to this buffoon. Jack's throw was even almost twice his.

Jack walked back to the crowd with a wide grin. He made sure to walk past in front of Master, which vexed the ethereal even more.

"Thanks for the pressure, man," Winston said.

"You are welcome," Jack replied, either didn't get the sarcasm or chose to ignore it.

"Next," Aglea called. She was the only one maintaining the same expression throughout the occurrence. Her creepy smile never wavered.

Everyone just stayed where they were for so long that Aglea finally chose one randomly. "You," She pointed at Glover.

Glover took a deep breath. He went and picked up the metal ball. Glover never told anyone his level, but from the way he was holding the ball, Jack figured his strength stat wasn't too far from Stefan's.

Glover also copied what Master and Jack did. His throw put the ball at a distance of 10.6 meters. A better result compared to Steven.

"Next," Aglea called. This time, Naomi opted to come forward.

From the way she handled the metal ball, it looked like she was stronger than both Stefan and Glover. She did mention she invested heavily in her strength stat.

She also performed the same movements as the others.

"Damn it. I'm truly damned by you," Stefan said to Jack, which confused Jack. "I have the lowest score because I didn't throw it properly. If I didn't go first as you ask me to, I won't be the lowest one."

Jack now understood Stefan's concern. He said to Stefan, "Have no worries. I promise I won't let you die if you become the sacrifice."

'That didn't comfort me, bro,' Stefan thought while glaring at Jack.

Naomi was currently rotating her ball. She also tried to do very fast spins like Jack. However, she had underestimated the speed. She wasn't able to see clearly. When her ball was released, it didn't fly in the direction she intended.

The ball flew at a low altitude directly at the group of people behind her. This took everyone by surprise.

Because the speed of the ball was very fast. Most didn't have the time to react except for Jack and Master. The two moved away as the ball came flying and it smashed into Winson's face.

Both Winson and the metal ball landed on the ground after the impact.

"Aurrghhh…," Winson groaned loudly from the pain.

Under normal circumstances, a one-hundred-kilogram metal ball hitting a man's head at such speed would have squashed the person's head like a melon. Luckily for Winson, this was a game world and currently, he was at a place where he couldn't get damaged by teammates. So aside from the extreme pain in his head, he was not wounded.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…!" Naomi apologized. She truly didn't mean for this to happen. But then another concern came into her mind. She had thrown the ball in the wrong direction. Would she be disqualified? Would she be the sacrifice?

She turned to the board expecting to see no score beside her name, but it was there. Beside her name was 6.4 meters.

"I'm not disqualified?" Naomi asked.

"She is not disqualified…?!" Winson yelled amidst his pain.

"Why? I never said she has to throw the ball in a certain direction or that she cannot hit anything," Aglea said. "She has the lowest score for hitting you, so that is her loss."

Now that Aglea pointed out this point, Naomi realized she was now the potential candidate for sacrifice. Stefan heaved a relieved sigh, which caused Naomi to glare at him.

"Next," Aglea called again.

Winson was still wincing in pain on the ground. Naomi came to him to apologize and console him. He didn't accept it.

After waiting for a while, Aglea pointed at Kramer. "You."

Kramer felt like he had been given a death sentence. The teenage native walked out slowly to the row of metal balls. When he picked it up, Jack frowned. It was clear that Kramer was having difficulty with the weight. Kramer's level might not be as high as the others.

Kramer tried doing what the others did, but he didn't seem to be able to get the momentum due to his difficulty with the weight. When he threw the ball, the others didn't need to look at the board to know that it didn't go past the five-meter distance.

"We have ourselves a sacrifice," Aglea announced cheerily.

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