Shadows stretched long and spilled across the ground at the front of the Bulwark Hall's training yard when Leon entered.
He walked straight toward the heavy iron bars without giving the elegant posters hanging on the walls a single glance.
When he wrapped his fingers around the seven-foot bar, which was already loaded with 200 kg of weight, and lifted it, a bone-cracking sound echoed from his elbow.
He gritted his teeth and raised it up and down while sweat spilled from his face and arms like a broken pipe.
The moment he finished thirty repetitions, the bar slipped from his trembling fingers and slammed on the ground, sending a loud shockwave across the training yard.
"Fuck!" Leon screamed, then forced his trembling fingers into a tight fist before releasing them.
As soon as he lifted it five inches high, he lowered it back to the floor, then shifted his gaze to the round weight bar. "Another 100 kg won't be bad."
