Xiang An effortlessly lifted the massive cauldron, which several ordinary men likely could not have raised together, leaving the many officers below staring in stunned disbelief. Even Huan Chu, the planted supporter Xiang Liang had arranged beforehand, was dumbfounded.
But Xiang An's next move left everyone unable to make sense of it.
He raised the cauldron high above his head with one hand, then carried it steadily to one side of the drill ground's platform, where he faced Xiang Yu from afar.
"Xiang An, don't tell me you're planning to..." Xiang Yu's eyes lit up.
Xiang An did not answer. He merely grinned. "Brother—catch it!!!"
With that, he hurled the cauldron in his hands toward Xiang Yu.
Understanding at once, Xiang Yu raised his arms and caught the cauldron just as easily, lifting it high over his head like Xiang An had.
The surrounding officers: ...
Are we really living in the real world right now?
Xiang Yu caught the cauldron, tossed and caught it twice himself, then threw it back to Xiang An.
"Haah—!!!" A faint flush appeared on Xiang An's face as he set the cauldron back in the middle of the drill ground platform. The entire platform shook, sending up a thin layer of dust.
Xiang An patted the cauldron, a grin spreading across his face. "Come on! You can all try its weight if you dare!"
"This kid..." Xiang Liang stood in the distance with his arms folded, unable to suppress a laugh.
"This is good as well. The two brothers will surely gain greater prestige in the army this way." Beside Xiang Liang, an old man stroked his white beard, a faint smile on his face.
His name was Fan Zeng. He was also one of the Xiang Family's old guard, already seventy years old.