Ye Chong was not in a good situation!
When Ye Chong came out of the cabin, he was soaked as if he had just been fished out of water.
That was not the only side effect. Ye Chong looked at his perfectly fine hands, but he was distressed.
Pain! Pain that seeped deep into his bones! Every now and then, the spasms would hit Ye Chong's brain. Even with his incredible endurance, he would gasp from time to time, his face pale from the pain.
Strangely, however, his hands showed no signs of swelling or cramping. In fact, they were perfectly fine, without a single hair missing!
After examining Ye Chong, Mu Shang explained expressionlessly, "This is the side effect of overusing your consciousness. The nerves in your central nervous system that control your hands have exceeded the boundary between your consciousness and your hands, resulting in pain. It does not cause any actual harm to your body. You will recover with some rest."
Ye Chong gasped in pain as he mocked, "Rest? How can I rest when I'm in so much pain? I'll probably wake up from my dreams from the pain! "
Mu Shang said, "I have a way to avoid your pain!"
Ye Chong's eyes brightened, "Really?" The endless pain was tormenting him to the point of wanting to die. Hearing that Mu Shang had a way to relieve the pain, Ye Chong was relieved.
Mu Shang continued, "This method does not require medication or injections. It's safe and effective. You can see it on the spot …"
Ye Chong's eyes glowed brighter as he interrupted Mu Shang, "Then, then hurry up and start!"
Mu Shang stopped and looked down at Ye Chong, "Are you sure you want to use this method?"
For some reason, Ye Chong felt a chill on his neck as he looked at Mu Shang, but the growing pain made him decide, "I'm sure!"
Bam! A gust of wind hit Ye Chong's carotid artery.
Ye Chong blacked out. Before he woke up, the only thought in his mind was - it's, it doesn't hurt anymore!
Mu Shang's calm voice echoed in the room, "Done!"
When Ye Chong woke up, he could clearly feel the changes in his body, especially his hands. It was as if his body was always slower than his mind, and it felt awkward. His body was not as obedient as it used to be.
Mu Shang explained, "This is because your consciousness and body are not in harmony. Your consciousness has been improved, breaking through the previous limit, but your body has not changed. It cannot keep up with the speed of your consciousness, so you feel that your body has become slower than before. In fact, it is only your consciousness that is faster than before!"
Following Mu and Shang's advice, Ye Chong did not log into the virtual world for the next few days. He stayed at home to train his body, especially his hands.
On a half meter square, Ye Chong concentrated on controlling the six steel balls. His hands moved back and forth deftly, his ten fingers like a net, trapping the six steel balls within. The steel balls moved at high speed within the range of his hands and collided with each other, their trajectories unpredictable.
The steel balls moved faster and faster. Ye Chong's forehead was beaded with sweat, and his hands moved faster as well. Gradually, the sweat on Ye Chong's forehead grew thicker and thicker. Ye Chong's hands moved faster and faster, and the thin layer of mist gradually materialized!
Finally, with a series of crisp sounds, Ye Chong could no longer control the steel beads, and they collapsed!
Ye Chong panted heavily. He did not even bother to pick up the steel balls that were flying around. This thing was too tiring!
Mu Shang commented from the side, "While it is not satisfactory, it is still a good result for you!"
Finally, he did not have to do the boring steel ball training anymore. Ye Chong suspected that it might be Mu's special way of torturing people. However, deep in his heart, Ye Chong admired Mu Shang. At least his hands felt like his own again, and much more nimble than before.
Ye Chong sat back in Winnie, feeling very excited. Ye Chong, who had not used a mech for a long time, felt a sense of familiarity when he saw the shabby Winnie.
These days, Ye Chong immersed himself in the steel ball training, and the usual hunting tasks were done by Mu and Shang. The prey that Mu and Shang hunted would not have any other wounds other than a hole in the neck. Ye Chong could not help but feel speechless. Mu was really strong!
Ye Chong rode on Winnie at high speed, passing by one garbage hill after another, while Mu and Shang followed behind him at a steady pace.
Ye Chong truly felt that his hands were faster and more nimble than before. In his joy, Ye Chong suddenly remembered the Irregular Wave Jumps that Mu had taught him last time, and his heart was filled with the desire to play.
Ye Chong abruptly pushed Winnie to the maximum speed, and his hands moved in a series of dazzling maneuvers, performing an impromptu Irregular Wave Jumps!
Under Ye Chong's control, the old Winnie stumbled as it drew a series of big or small, curved or straight arcs.
Ye Chong, who was in high spirits, actually began to perform short and concentrated Wave Jumps.
Within a very short distance, Winnie began to advance at full speed with extremely small Wave Jumps. If the Wave Jumps before were of different sizes, the Wave Jumps now were all small Wave Jumps, and Ye Chong seemed to be trying to make the Wave Jumps smaller.
Ye Chong, feeling proud of himself, tried to make the Wave Jumps smaller. With a loud crack, Winnie finally could not withstand the overload of the Wave Jumps, and was forcefully split into two from the waist!
Ye Chong was shocked, and before he could call for help from Mu and Shang, Winnie's upper body was sent flying like a meteorite, crashing deep into the garbage hill not far away. Before Ye Chong could recover from the shock, the mountain of trash had buried him deep into the ground.
Ye Chong's vision turned dark.
When Ye Chong, no, to be more precise, Winnie's upper body was pulled out from the pile of rubbish by Mu Shang, Ye Chong noticed that Mu Shang's usually expressionless face had a tinge of mockery on it. That pissed Ye Chong off! And when Ye Chong sat in Winnie's cabin, being carried home by Mu, that feeling of dissatisfaction had reached its peak!
Without Winnie, Ye Chong would not have a mech. Mu had never allowed Ye Chong to pilot his mech, and letting Ye Chong pilot Mu, Ye Chong always felt like he was trying to show off in front of Guan Yu. There was no other way, the difference in strength was too big!
Ye Chong could not accept not having a mech. Winnie may be old, but without a replacement, it was the most important and indispensable part of Ye Chong's life.
In desperation, Ye Chong could only beg Mu to help him pick up Winnie's lower body.
Looking at the bitter fruit he had sown on a whim, Ye Chong's heart turned cold. Winnie was an old master mech, and after years of overage service, it was a miracle to be able to use it until now. Now that it was injured like this, it would be a fatal injury for any other mech, and there was basically no hope of recovery, let alone in this place where there was nothing but garbage.
Mu and Shang did not forget to pour cold water on Ye Chong, "Ye, I have to tell you a very cruel conclusion. The probability of Winnie's recovery is less than 1%, and it is completely against the theory of value to work on such a small probability!"
Ye Chong wanted to cry, but there was nothing he could do. In a fit of anger, he flipped into Mu and Shang's cabin, and dived into the virtual world.
Mu and Shang did not care about Ye Chong's feelings at all, and followed Ye Chong like a ghost, "According to the statistics, you still have 86 basic subjects that have not been trained in mech pilot training. This is the subject list!"
A long list of names popped up in front of Ye Chong. Ye Chong ignored it, and walked straight ahead.
Mu and Shang were silent. After a while, Mu and Shang spat out, "Ye, if one day your skills surpass mine, I will let you pilot me!"
Ye Chong paused, and walked away silently.
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