Ye Chong looked tired. Even with his strong body, the intense training every day had taken its toll on him. For the past 80 days, Ye Chong had been running and dodging every day. He ran and dodged Sha Ya's laser beams with all his might. He was like a cheetah in the forest, running in the rain. In the end, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to run!
Ye Chong's explosive strength was astonishing. Sha Ya had seen it for herself, but Ye Chong's endurance was just as terrifying as his explosive strength. He could maintain the same speed all day long in the training room. The series of afterimages did not affect a Level 8 shooter like Sha Ya much, but if she had to stare at the moving afterimages all day long, even a strong Level 8 shooter would not be able to handle it. After the first day, Ye Chong was exhausted. Sha Ya, on the other hand, could only see double.
The next day, Sha Ya learned her lesson. She closed her eyes. At this distance, parapsychic sense was more reliable than her eyes. The only thing that surprised her was Ye Chong appearing at the training room on time, as if nothing had happened.
The first thought in Sha Ya's mind was: Is this guy still human?
Ye Chong ran wildly in the small training ground. While his sharp turns did not seem to work, he still ran with all his might.
Towards the end, Sha Ya could hear his heavy breathing. Ye Chong's footsteps were no longer as light as before. Every step and turn felt like a 10,000-ton giant had landed heavily on the ground, and the reinforced floorboards began to crack. Sha Ya knew that Ye Chong was at the end of his tether.
Every time this happened, she would count the seconds, but Ye Chong would always hold on until the last second. Right now, Ye Chong looked like he had just been fished out of water. His body was soaked, and the veins on his forehead bulged like thick earthworms. It was a scary sight.
For the past 80 days, he had been like this, day after day.
Sha Ya found it hard to imagine that such a thin body could contain such a huge amount of power.
She discovered that the young man in front of her had completely shattered all her previous knowledge. Ye Chong's hard work, no, it was a masochistic training, had won Sha Ya's respect. At that moment, Ye Chong had won Sha Ya's approval.
This did not mean that Sha Ya had developed any feelings for Ye Chong. It was a form of respect, the respect an expert had for another expert.
Shooters were very sensitive. Their parapsychic sense allowed them to detect even the tiniest changes in their surroundings in the shortest time possible. As a Level 8 shooter, Sha Ya had a clear understanding of her surroundings.
Ye Chong's breakthrough happened on the 57th day. The number was nothing special, but to Sha Ya, it was a significant number. On this day, she witnessed a breakthrough. The strongest fighter in Eastern Cloud, perhaps the strongest in the world, had finally found a way to break free from the parapsychic control of a Level 8 shooter.
She did not know how Ye Chong did it, but Sha Ya could clearly feel that her parapsychic sense had lost track of him in that instant. Soon, however, Ye Chong was locked onto by her parapsychic sense again. However, Sha Ya knew that someone as terrifying as Ye Chong would not miss a crack in his breakthrough, no matter how small it was.
Sha Ya was right. In the following days, Ye Chong became more and more cunning. Sha Ya found it harder and harder to lock onto him with her parapsychic sense.
Sha Ya knew that while Ye Chong still could not threaten the status of shooters, from this day onwards, the era of shooters would be over.
Ye Chong was tired, very tired! However, he dared not let his guard down. He knew that opportunities like this did not come by often. Every second of his time was precious. He needed to familiarize himself with this feeling as soon as possible. Only then would he be able to fight against Level 8 shooters.
At first, Ye Chong did not think much of it. He did not know how to deal with parapsychic sense. Hence, he decided to let Sha Ya attack him. To defeat an enemy, one must first familiarize oneself with the enemy. Every day, Ye Chong was surrounded by Sha Ya's powerful parapsychic sense. He ran around her parapsychic sense, trying his best to avoid the unavoidable laser beams.
This method was very effective. Ye Chong soon got used to the feeling of being locked on. At first, every time he was locked on, he would feel a great sense of danger. Gradually, he got used to the feeling, and was able to deal with it calmly.
A month later, Ye Chong could already sense the minute changes in Sha Ya's parapsychic sense. If Sha Ya's parapsychic sense was like water, then Ye Chong was now familiar with its properties. This was a rare advantage. Other than him, even if other combat experts were as strong as he was, who would have a Level 8 shooter as their training partner? Every Level 8 shooter was a top expert. They had every right to be proud.
This was important. After all, Ye Chong was not a true mentalist. In the past, while he was knowledgeable in theory, he could not understand parapsychic sense as well as Huang Baiyi or Sha Ya did. Now, however, he trained day and night, and Sha Ya did not hesitate to show off her strength. Again and again, she challenged her limits, and Ye Chong's understanding of parapsychic waves increased exponentially.
Once he truly understood parapsychic sense, Ye Chong's rich experience in combat, his calm mind, and his powerful Jie expert abilities allowed him to quickly find a way to deal with parapsychic sense.
Ye Chong's first attempt was to use the unique skill he gained after becoming a Jie expert. He had tried it before, but it did not work. This time, he used the skill again. A strange blue curve flashed across his vision. It was the first time Ye Chong had seen something like a ripple in water.
In the past, when Ye Chong used this skill, the blue lines that appeared in his vision were always straight lines or folded lines. He had never seen such strange curves before.
Almost instinctively, Ye Chong moved upwards along the strange curve. In that moment, Ye Chong felt his body relax. It was like a person who had been walking in water, and the water around him suddenly disappeared. Ye Chong would probably never forget that feeling.
At that moment, the usually calm Ye Chong's chest was filled with unprecedented ecstasy. Every day, he would push himself to his limits. He was like a bowstring, slowly being pulled taut. His body and mind were stretched to the limit. At this moment, all the pressure was released. Ye Chong, who had lost his balance, quickly escaped from that state. That was how he was hit by Sha Ya.
From then on, Ye Chong dodged Sha Ya's attacks more and more often. Ye Chong soon found a way to escape from Sha Ya's parapsychic sense. He had to remain calm. This was not difficult for him. This had always been his strength.
As Ye Chong became more familiar with Sha Ya's parapsychic sense. The strange curve appeared more and more often, and each time it appeared, it was different. In the end, Ye Chong was like a fish, swimming freely in Sha Ya's parapsychic sense. The number of curves in his field of vision gradually increased. This meant that Ye Chong had more choices to choose from.
Ye Chong had not spent much time on this skill since he became a Jie expert. Ye Chong had many ways to fight, but he had only used this skill a few times.
This skill played a crucial role in successfully escaping from Sha Ya's parapsychic sense. This was something he did not expect.
Why did the skill not work at first, and then become so effective later on? Ye Chong pondered. It was only then that Ye Chong realized how unfamiliar he was with this skill that he had been using for a long time. He had never thought about how it worked. When Ye Chong saw the skill for the first time, he found it unbelievable. He thought it would be understandable if the skill was used by a super mentalist like Huang Baiyi, but it was strange for it to be used by someone like him, who had no talent in mentalism. However, since he rarely had the chance to use it, Ye Chong had neglected this problem.
The breakthrough this time had changed his understanding of this skill. It was not like the prejudgment of a mentalist, but more like Mu's after a large amount of calculation to attack a weak point! This was also why the skill was useless in the beginning. With Ye Chong's understanding of
Sha Ya was getting more and more familiar with his spiritual will. Like an optical computer, he was getting more and more familiar with the parameters of his spiritual will. This way, he could gradually use his super computing power to find the flaws of his spiritual will.
It seemed like there was nothing special about the skill, but Ye Chong knew how powerful it was. Under normal circumstances, Ye Chong believed that no matter how familiar he was with Sha Ya's parapsychic sense, he would not be able to calculate the changes in her parapsychic sense. However, this skill could.
When using this skill, his brain's computing power was a hundred times greater than usual.
What a terrifying skill!
Judging from the results, this closed-door training was very successful. Not only did Ye Chong achieve the breakthrough he wanted, he also benefited from it. His already strong body had improved after all the extreme training he had gone through in the past few days. After three days of rest, Ye Chong's body had recovered to its peak condition. He only noticed this now. The strength in his body was so comfortable that he wanted to moan.
"I didn't expect you to succeed. Congratulations," Sha Ya's voice was low. She congratulated Ye Chong sincerely. Ye Chong's hard work and desperation sometimes made her hardened heart feel a little sorry for him. Ye Chong had trained himself in these 80 days. It was obvious from the floor. The entire training room's floorboards were broken into pieces smaller than fingernails, evenly distributed throughout the training room. If he stepped on the floor too hard, the pieces would fly everywhere. These were all the result of Ye Chong's hard work these days.
After this closed-door training, Sha Ya finally understood where Ye Chong got his skills that did not match his age.
He had recovered from his initial ecstasy. He accepted Sha Ya's congratulations calmly. "Thank you. And thank you for training me these days. Without you, I would not have succeeded. " Ye Chong was not being polite. Without Sha Ya's dedicated training, he would not have been able to find the right way in such a short time.
Sha Ya smiled, and her ordinary face immediately became lively. There was a hint of emotion in her voice. "I've never seen a lunatic as calm as you. Don't thank me. This training has helped me a lot. I should thank you for helping me find a way to improve. "
"I'll modify your laser gun tomorrow." Ye Chong thought about it, and decided to express his gratitude directly.
"I won't say thank you. I'm curious, though, how did you do it? " Ever since she noticed that Ye Chong had escaped from her parapsychic sense, Sha Ya had been changing her parapsychic sense, but still could not stop Ye Chong's advance. Her parapsychic sense gradually locked onto Ye Chong, until it could no longer lock onto him.
In fact, Sha Ya was worried. Ye Chong was now a very dangerous presence for shooters. If Sha Ya did not belong to Ye Chong …
Ye Chong's expression was strange. "I don't know."
Sha Ya nodded in understanding. She knew that Ye Chong was not trying to shirk his responsibility. At their level, there were many things that could not be explained clearly.
The next day, Ye Chong modified the small silver laser gun and gave it to Sha Ya. Kristen also gave Ye Chong the money for the six cannon arrays for the next three months.
Ye Chong's life seemed to return to normal. Without the crazy training, his life had slowed down.
It was good news for Ye Chong that he had a breakthrough in combat. This also meant that shooters could not pose a threat to him without flying their own fighter jets. Hence, Ye Chong now had to consider the issue of fighter jets. If he could solve this problem, then Ye Chong would be able to solve his two most pressing problems.
In this world, fighter jets were like mechs.
As a Level 8 shooter, Sha Ya's fighter jet was very advanced. It was custom-made from a fighter jet manufacturing company. There were many companies in Eastern Cloud that could produce fighter jets, but few had the ability to design them. Fennesgut was one of them. Sha Ya's fighter jet was custom-made from this company. It was called the Red Sound.
Compared to the standard fighter jets sold in the market, the Red Sound was very different in appearance. It was almost completely triangular in shape, but one could only see the curves and undulations of the wings from the side. In the atmosphere, the fighter jet could reach almost the same speed as Celest. This was because it was more aerodynamic, while Celest had more air resistance.
Sha Ya watched with a pained expression as Ye Chong dissected the Red Sound. He finally found the fighter jet's engine.
He was impressed by the engine's structure. This was the first time he had seen real advanced technology here. The engine's design was very advanced, but it was not enough for a fighter of the same weight to reach Celest's speed. The materials used here were the deciding factors. Not only were they excellent in physical properties, they were also very light.
The main material used in the Red Sound was a type of red light wood called driftwood. It was one of the lightest wood materials available, and had excellent physical properties. However, it was very expensive. The price of the Red Note was even more exorbitant. Besides, because of its high speed and light weight, it was very difficult to pilot. Only the most capable Level 8 shooters would buy a fighter jet like this.
Ye Chong shook his head. A fighter jet designed for atmospheric flight was too impractical. Celest and the Red Sound traveled at similar speeds in the atmosphere, but in outer space, Celest was much faster than the Red Sound. Besides, Celest was much more agile than the Red Sound. The Red Sound was a threat to Celest because it had a device that Ye Chong did not understand, the trackball.
Sha Ya demonstrated how to use the trackball. Ye Chong was fascinated by the flashing lights. To Ye Chong, the trackball was like a control console controlled by parapsychic sense.
Using parapsychic sense to lock on and fire the fighter jet, it was much faster than using the holographic screen to detect the enemy and input commands into the control console. That was why Celest was at a disadvantage against the fighter jets.
This miraculous trackball, which looked like a crystal ball, was the best part of the fighter jet.
Unfortunately, he did not have any parapsychic sense, so there was nothing he could do about it.
At this moment, Sun Sieha arrived.
Ye Chong found it strange. Would the ruler of a country have so much free time?
When Sun Sieha saw Ye Chong, his expression changed. His bodyguards also changed.
Sun Sieha took a deep breath, and his tone returned to normal. He smiled and said, "I didn't expect this, I really didn't expect this! You really are a person who always brings me surprises. "
Ye Chong ignored Sun Sieha's comment and asked directly, "What do you want?" He frowned and said, "It's still too early for the national combat tournament."
Sun Sieha laughed drily. "Can't I come if I have nothing to do? I heard that you've been training hard recently, so I came to see you. Hmm, I'll take you out to relax. "
Sun Sieha's bodyguards were used to this. His Majesty never seemed to be able to do anything to this young man.
Ye Chong said nothing, and only looked at Sun Sieha.
Sun Sieha's eyes flashed coldly at Ye Chong's intransigence, but he quickly composed himself and explained softly, "This is part of the plan."
"I see." Ye Chong took a look at Sun Sieha. He did not understand this, but he believed that Sun Sieha was not the kind of person to waste time.
Prince Desnio's residence was located in the most prosperous part of Su City. Music could be heard from inside, and passersby would often look up in envy. The Prince's Night Ball was very famous in Su City. There was never a shortage of good wine and beautiful women. Naturally, there was no lack of celebrities. Not only were the most famous musicians performing, but the best chefs in Eastern Cloud Country were also there. It was a playground for the nobles. Being able to attend the Prince's evening ball was a symbol of one's status. Only by attending the Prince's evening ball would one be accepted by the nobles. Many people tried their best to get their hands on an invitation to the Prince's evening ball. In the black market, an invitation to an anonymous Prince's evening ball would always fetch an exorbitant price.
Prince Desnio was Sun Sieha's uncle. The Prince was a highly respected man. Sun Sieha had lived in the Prince's residence for a long time when he was young, and had a good relationship with the Prince. The Prince was a respected man, but he never crossed the line. He never interfered with political affairs, and spent more time on the evening ball.
However, no one would overlook Prince Desnio's influence in politics. The new King's ascension to the throne had greatly increased his influence. However, he still maintained a low profile, and never expressed his opinion on political affairs.
Prince Desnio's evening ball was a favorite of the nobles. The unique decorations and relaxed atmosphere made it the place of choice for the nobles to relax and socialize.
Prince Desnio was a burly man with a ruddy complexion and a loud voice.
"Hah, Your Excellency, it's been a while since you last visited me. Did you find a new place to play? You must let me know. "Prince Desnio laughed heartily when he saw Duke Warren. He went up to him and gave him a bear hug.
Duke Warren did not dodge in time and was caught in Prince Desnio's embrace. He looked pained and annoyed, and quickly said, "Be gentle, be gentle. Are you trying to break my old bones?" Duke Warren was one of His Majesty's most important ministers. His hair was white, but his skin was well maintained, and he looked tired.
Prince Desnio looked Duke Warren up and down, and said in surprise, "What happened? Could it be that last night … "He gave a knowing look.
"At my age, I don't have the energy to take care of those little rascals," Duke Warren said with a wry smile.
"Then what happened?" Prince Desnio asked in surprise.
Duke Warren's expression became even more bitter. "It was all for His Majesty's celebration. His Majesty suddenly announced a national tournament. I've sent out all my men, but it's still not enough. I've been going crazy for the past two days. Today, I finally had a chance to catch my breath. So, I came to Prince Desnio to relax. "
"Why are there not enough people?" Prince Desnio was surprised once again. Duke Warren was His Majesty's Minister of Internal Affairs, and was in charge of almost all the manpower in Su City. How could Prince Desnio not be surprised when he said that there were not enough men?
Duke Warren's face was as bitter as a gourd. "His Majesty's celebration is coming soon. The ambassadors from all the countries and the representatives from all over the country will need people to receive them, right?"
"Yes." Desnio nodded.
"You must have heard about that d * mned tournament during His Majesty's celebration, right?" Duke Warren was obviously very unhappy about the tournament.
"Hah, of course I know. I was happy for a long time. It's been a long time since something so fun happened. It's going to be a battle of the pinnacle. Just thinking about it makes me excited. "
"Oh, of course, if I didn't have to be the host, I would definitely be in favor of the tournament. What a great way to entertain yourself! "Duke Warren's expression was exaggerated." And yet, I'm the one in charge of all this. My God, I'm sure this is the most mentally draining I've ever been in my life. Look, even my wrinkles are showing. "
Prince Desnio did not notice any wrinkles on Duke Warren's well-maintained face, but the fatigue on his face was obvious. Prince Desnio asked in confusion, "How did you end up like this?"
Duke Warren looked like he was about to cry. "There are too many people! There are too many people! Currently, Sucheng was almost bursting with people from all over the country. His Majesty's celebration, the national tournament, "Duke Warren said weakly as he counted on his fingers," and the weapon-making competition, which is a week after His Majesty's celebration. They're all squeezed together. You know how much each of them gives me. If all three of them are squeezed together, how am I supposed to live? "
Prince Desnio looked at Duke Warren sympathetically. "Duke, please take care of yourself."
All of a sudden, Duke Warren's expression changed. All of his emotions were gone, as if he had turned into a different person. "But to serve His Majesty, it is our duty as subjects." Under Prince Desnio's disdainful gaze, Duke Warren looked around and suddenly lowered his voice. "I heard that His Majesty only announced the national tournament after he returned from that manor. Do you think this has something to do with the owner of that manor?"
Prince Desnio looked wary. He chuckled and lowered his voice as well. "Hehe, I don't know about that. There are too many lies and falsehoods about the owner of that manor. I'm too lazy to bother asking. "
"What are the two of you talking about?" Suddenly, a loud voice interrupted the two of them.
Both of them looked up in surprise. It was Ming Xiao, the commander of the 1st Legion. Even in a situation like this, he was still dressed in his military uniform and was very eye-catching. Ming Xiao walked over with a glass of red wine in his hand.
"Lord Ming Xiao, I didn't expect the sun to rise from the west this time." Prince Desnio's first words upon seeing Ming Xiao were sarcastic.
The legendary hot-tempered Lord Ming Xiao was not offended at all. He smiled and said, "I've been bored for the past two days. I heard that your snow toads are delicious, so I came to have a look tonight when I was free."
Warren said sarcastically, "Lord Ming Xiao is said to be a self-disciplined person. I didn't expect you to bow down to the snow toads this time. Tsk tsk, it's not easy, not easy at all. I say, Prince, you should reward the chef well. "
"Of course, of course," Prince Desnio agreed.
Ming Xiao laughed loudly, his voice loud and clear. He looked at the two of them with a smile that was not a smile. "Oh, one of you is the Minister of Internal Affairs with great power, and the other is a Qinwang. It is rare for you to have such rapport and to be so engrossed in your conversation. You've really piqued my curiosity. "
Everyone around them pricked up their ears and listened carefully. Lord Ming Xiao, Duke Warren, and Prince Desnio were good friends when they were young, but the differences between the three grew. The relationship between the military and the other ministers was very bad, especially between Ming Xiao and Duke Warren. The Prince became the buffer between the two.
"I heard that Lord Ming Xiao's favorite general, Lord Du Feng, suffered many casualties recently. The Prince and I were about to pay him a visit. Commander Du Feng has made great contributions, and I'm sure his subordinates are strong. His injuries are a loss to the country, so we should pay him some compensation to show our sincerity, "Duke Warren said coldly.
Ming Xiao's expression changed, but quickly returned to normal. "Oh, I don't know where Duke Warren got this news. Sigh, rumors are really powerful these days! No wonder His Majesty has warned time and again that spreading false news is a serious crime. I see, I see! "
This time, it was Duke Warren's expression that changed. Ming Xiao's words made it clear that His Majesty did not want this news to spread.
Desnio looked at the two of them helplessly. "I say, why are you two so angry? Come, let's drink, let's drink! "
Just as he was about to raise his cup, a flustered servant suddenly ran in and whispered in the Prince's ear.
Ming Xiao and Duke Warren were the closest to the Prince, so they heard everything clearly. The two looked at each other, then separated as if they had been electrocuted. Both of them had strange expressions on their faces.
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