Another two days passed. As usual, Han Lang immersed himself in cold water that was unimaginable to ordinary people. Now, Han Lang could withstand the extreme cold water temperature of minus 110 degrees Celsius. He could continuously cultivate in it for more than three hours without getting hurt.
At the end of the training, Han Lang climbed out of the super-cold pool, white steam rising from his body. His skin was red, and his body temperature was rising rapidly.
Crunch ~
Han Lang swallowed a nuclear energy pill. This was an illegal drug used to increase source energy. It could stimulate the brain to produce and release source energy on a large scale. Millions of soldiers died or were paralyzed from taking nuclear energy every year, and it had long been listed as the most dangerous drug in the Galaxy Alliance.
However, Han Lang had a special body that was resistant to poison. Not only did he take nuclear energy every day, but he also took it before and after training. If ordinary soldiers ate nuclear energy like candy like Han Lang, they would have died a hundred times.
Swish ~
A large amount of source energy began to flow into Han Lang's body, eliminating his fatigue and filling his body with strength. Even after three hours and forty minutes of extreme training, Han Lang felt that he still had the ability to fight anyone!
This was a power that belonged only to Han Lang. He trained crazily, learned crazily, and took drugs that others wouldn't dare to use! Therefore, his level rose rapidly like a rocket.
There was a mirror in the training room. Han Lang was wearing his coat in front of the mirror. He had very obvious muscles. If someone were to pinch Han Lang's biceps, they would find that Han Lang's muscles were too special. They were harder than steel, and they didn't look like the type of muscles that a human should have.
This was the additional effect of long-term extreme training. At the same time, Han Lang was becoming as strong as a robot. He had once competed with his teammate, Simberg, who had the highest level. Simberg was a four-star intermediate and was a genius of his generation. His source energy index was close to fifty thousand.
If he didn't use his superpower to fight in close combat, it would be difficult for Simberg, who had ten times more source energy than Han Lang, to tie with Han Lang. Han Lang's muscles were too hard, like he was wearing armor. His ability to resist attacks was top-notch, and it was difficult for Simberg to hurt him. On the other hand, if Han Lang gave Simberg a punch, Simberg would grimace in pain.
All in all, under the guidance of Zong Wudao, this strange old man, Han Lang grew at an unprecedented speed. His demonic aura soared into the sky, and he became more and more unlike a normal human.
The facilities in the training camp were very advanced. There was a large screen computer in the room. Han Lang took off the necklace from his neck and took out the Dark Web login program installed in his memory card. Out of habit, he looked for Zong Wudao.
As Han Lang and Zong Wudao became more familiar with each other, they started to video chat. Zong Wudao was no longer as cold as he used to be, but he became more strict with Han Lang. If there was even the slightest mistake during training, Zong Wudao would reprimand Han Lang harshly.
Han Han looked at Zong Wudao's serious old face and said with a smile, "Teacher, I've completed the assigned task. I think I can enter the -120 ° C water to practice."
Zong Wu Dao nodded slightly and carefully looked at Han Lang's training records for the day. The physiological test device he carried with him sent Han Lang's training records to Zong Wu Dao. Heartbeat, blood pressure, source energy consumption, etc.
Han Lang gradually realized that Zong Wudao's guidance on cultivation was not just for show. There seemed to be some kind of cultivation science that Han Lang did not understand. When to lower the temperature and when to increase the intensity, Zong Wudao used data to determine.
Zong Wudao nodded slightly. "Yes, your source energy index is 4,257. According to the current standard of Milky Way, you're already a Three-Star Intermediate Warrior. All the indicators are excellent. Tomorrow, you'll enter the -120 ° C water. Your goal is still the 46th repetition."
Han Lang scratched his head and said, "Teacher, 46th repetition again? I've become a weirdo in the army now. I'm a Three-Star Intermediate Warrior, but I only know the 46th repetition. I haven't learned any other martial skills. "
Zong Wudao stared at him. "Why? You're not satisfied? "
Han Lang hurriedly shook his head. "That's not it. I've always believed in Teacher's arrangements."
Changing the topic, Han Lang said thoughtfully, "Recently, Earth's situation has been getting worse and worse. Yesterday, it suffered an unprecedented 13 attacks. There was even a group of marauders who tried to attack a rather large city on Earth, causing heavy casualties.
"And our army has been preparing for war like crazy recently. Most of the troops have been training from morning to night every day. The army's supervisor has been coming to check on our Wolf Fang Tactics every day. He's asked me several times about the level of tactical preparation, and I've always said that there's no problem.
"Teacher, if my guess is correct, we'll probably be going to the battlefield in the next two days."
Zong Wudao raised his eyelids slightly and nodded. "I know what you're talking about. You think that if you learn some martial skills, you'll be able to perform better on the battlefield, right?"
"That's what I think," Han Lang said without hiding anything.
Zong Wudao sighed and said, "To be honest, it's indeed time for you to learn martial skills. Not to mention this battle, you'll be going to the final stage of the stress test in two months. At that time, you'll need martial skills.
"But you have to know that you're different from others. It might be beneficial for others to learn martial skills, but for you, it might be harmful. After all, your superpower and combat characteristics are too unique. You must be very careful when choosing a martial skill.
"As for the battle you'll be participating in, don't worry. Your body is tougher than anyone else's, and your poison resistance is stronger than anyone else's. Your superpower is unique, and these three are your foundations. If you can display your true fighting spirit and make good use of the 46 Octet's characteristics, you'll already be an outstanding warrior."
Han Lang thought about it and nodded. "I understand. Haste makes waste. Instead of making a last-minute effort, it's better to make good use of what I have now."
After training, Han Lang still had to bring his comrades from the genius camp to practice the Wolf Fang Tactic. Han Lang saw that it was almost time, so he bid farewell to Zong Wudao and left his personal training room for the hall.
He saw that all the team members had arrived, and they were all surrounding the big screen, staring intently. An Beibei was anxiously making a phone call at the other end of the hall.
"Let's go, we're starting!" Han Lang waved his arm and shouted.
Strange, no one paid attention to him. Usually, everyone was very active in training.
Chen Zhong turned his head and said in a suppressed voice, "Wait for a while, Sydney has been attacked."
Han Leng was startled and quickly came to the big screen. He saw the famous Sydney Opera House on the screen. Now, this landmark building had turned into a sea of fire, and the shell-shaped hall had completely collapsed.
The camera gradually panned out into the distance. The huge city was in a mess. There were countless fires and countless cries of pain.
On the side of the broken street, a broken street lamp was pressing on the back of a mother. The mother was curled up, protecting her young son under her body. The little guy was crying loudly, but he couldn't wake up his sleeping mother.
A skyscraper collapsed, and a slender arm reached out from the rubble. Clearly, this arm belonged to a certain young woman. She pointed her finger at the sky, and the cries for help grew weaker and weaker. It was unknown how many lives were buried under the rubble, but they didn't even have time to cry out before they lost consciousness.
The helicopter's camera kept switching to the tragedy of Sydney. There was no sound, and the live broadcast was awkward and silent. Perhaps even the announcer didn't know what to say at this moment.
An Beibei was still making calls, but unfortunately, the other end of the phone was always busy.
Chen Zhong sighed softly and said to Han Lang in a low voice, "Her family is in Sydney."
Han Lang didn't say anything, and no one said anything.
Suddenly, the usually cheerful An Beibei exploded in the silence. She smashed the phone in her hand against the wall, smashing it into pieces. She used her fist to hit the alloy wall again and again.
Roar ~
It was hard to imagine that such a beautiful girl would be howling like a wild beast. Anbebe rushed out of the hall hysterically and rushed into the courtyard. Facing the stars in the sky, she finally cried out loud. She cried so painfully that it pierced into her bones.
"I'll go see her. You guys continue training," Chen Zhong said as he stood up.
"Who has the mood to train at this time?" Chen Zhong said with red eyes as he patted his head with his big hand.
Chen Zhong suddenly stopped. He didn't turn around and said in a deep voice, "I shouldn't have said this, but my cousin who works on the Atlantic told me that they've been asked to complete the first level of maintenance on the ship by tonight."
"Han Lang, I think you're right. Tonight should be our last joint training before we set off, so it's very important."
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