"Great! Ren, try walking around the field once."
Wen Lei forced himself to stay calm and instructed again.
After a half lap, Ren Zhong forgot Wen Lei said "walk" and started to jog.
Ren Zhong returned to Wen Lei and tried a few stretching moves from the eighth set of radio calisthenics, talking to himself, "Each coordination has a 0.1-second delay, it's weird, a bit uncomfortable, it's really quite difficult."
Wen Lei: ...
Wen Lei decided to skip the basics and start ramping up for Ren Zhong.
"Ren, do you see those nine targets over there?"
"I see them."
Ren Zhong looked over at the nine black circles on the wall about five meters away, each with a diameter of about half a meter.
"There's a super low-power laser beam gun at your waist. In a moment, those nine targets will flash randomly at a frequency of once per second, try to shoot them. This counts as a comprehensive training of both brain reaction and physical index."
"Okay."
Five minutes later...
Wen Lei looked at the 90% hit rate and was speechless again.
Ren Zhong finally couldn't pretend anymore, "These targets are so big, and with a purely linear laser gun, you can hit even with your eyes closed. It's too easy."
Wen Lei internally roared.
Bro! The difficulty is not in aiming!
Each time you see a flash, then the brain sends commands, and precisely coordinate actions with your body and armor to aim, that is the real training point!
Your focus is wrong!
Wen Lei was not discouraged.
"Then Ren, why don't you shoot continuously for half an hour, just to warm up?"
"Sure."
Half an hour later, Ren Zhong's overall hit rate became 98%.
By this time, Wen Lei had already quietly reduced the flashing interval to 0.8 seconds.
This indicated that Ren Zhong's operating precision with the armor and brain reaction index was almost catching up with Wen Lei.
Ren Zhong was finally starting to pant.
"A bit tired."
He sighed.
Wen Lei, who was standing throughout, also said, "I'm a bit tired too."
"Then why don't you go get a chair to sit on over there?"
"No, no. I'm not physically tired. Since all these simple things don't mean much to you, let's go straight to it."
"How to ramp it up?"
"Virtual combat dodging. That humanoid AI mecha over there will attack you with low power from different directions and speeds, similar to a normal person's fighting frequency. Ren, you will train dodging and blocking together. This is the highest strength training in the intermediate field. I originally thought it would take you at least over a week to adapt to reach this stage. Your balance, your motor neurons..."
Ren Zhong nodded, "Keep it low-key. No need for praise. Let's get started."
After having a bowl of high-absorption nutritional meal, Ren Zhong took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the AI mecha.
...
Over three hours later, Wen Lei, the injured one, carried Ren Zhong out of the training field.
By this time, Ren Zhong's face was as pale as white paper, his hair was completely wet, and his clothes were thoroughly soaked, looking like a drenched chicken.
His eyelids were slightly squinted, almost unable to open his eyes.
Wen Lei couldn't help but say, "Ren, there's no need for this. Right now, all your other parameters are pretty good, only the Physical Comprehensive Index is lagging behind, it can be improved slowly."
An hour ago, he saw Ren Zhong was about to collapse, almost done for.
At that time, he advised Ren Zhong to stop first and spend the remaining time resting, because the Enhanced Training Armor would continue to train the carrying power anyway.
Though it was a bit of a waste not to fully utilize the 4 hours bought with 10 Contribution Points without high intensity, people should act within their capacity.
Unexpectedly, Ren Zhong was adamant, and even sent Wen Lei to Ju Qingmeng to flatter her to get another portion of the nutritional meal for an extra meal.
After eating, he pushed himself through until now.
During this last hour, Wen Lei was worried more than once that Ren Zhong might collapse.
The Ren Zhong on his back laughed, "That's not acceptable, I've already spent the money, might as well make full use of it, just like an all-you-can-eat buffet, got to get your money's worth."
While talking, Ren Zhong was pondering over his own stats again and again.
After this round of training, except for the Brain-Machine Synchronization Rate, his other three stats have been roughly measured.
In these four hours, the Biological Electric Power has risen to 2.3 kilowatts, and the improvement speed seems to have increased.
As for the others.
To match with the carrying power, both the brain reaction index and physical index took on the calculated value.
His brain reaction index was 19. Far exceeding the minimum value of 10 for a First Level warrior, no wonder he didn't waste the daily high-intensity hour of ping pong during his study years, playing with elderly gents in the park without much competition, known as the Elder's Woe. People who are good at ping pong generally have fast reactions.
But his Physical Comprehensive Index was only 5 at the beginning, standard malnutrition wasteland inhabitant level.
After this half-day of hard training and two portions of nutritional meals, though he's not fully recovered yet, the machine estimated Physical Index had risen to 6.
Ren Zhong was quite satisfied with the result, believing it wouldn't be long before he entirely overcomes his ailments and regains a strong body.
It's been said that the body is the capital of the revolution.
Ren Zhong thought this was an absolute truth.
Wen Lei nagged, "Ren, don't do this next time, it should be gradual. I don't understand why you're pushing so hard."
Ren Zhong laughed it off but didn't explain.
Long before, when he first stepped into Starfire Town and saw the tragic life of the wasteland people, he already had an awakening.
Why do I push myself?
Because this world will eat you.
I'm not sure if I can change this world.
But since I am gifted, at least I need to become a ravenous beast in this world.
At minimum, I don't want to be prey.
As for what Wen Lei said about sudden death, am I afraid?
Of course I am.
But that doesn't stop me from facing my limits with a fear of death.
This is his new life, every day, every hour, every second of living is precious.
The two walked about ten minutes to reach a small courtyard in the middle region of the slum at the north end of the town.
The courtyard had a four-meter-high wall, eight meters wide, sixteen meters deep, with a two-story structure building inside.
"This is our team's yard, we usually rest here. Ren, this should be your first time here. There is a bathroom inside, go take a shower first. Can you still move now?"
Wen Lei explained while opening the door.
Ren Zhong: "Barely manageable."
Inside, Zheng Tian and others were sitting in the yard chatting while eating sunflower seeds.
Seeing the two return, Zheng Tian immediately got up and walked quickly over.
Seeing Ren Zhong's near-death appearance, she angrily punched Wen Lei in the chest, "What happened? How did Ren end up like this? Did someone cause trouble?"
Wen Lei, having an injury on his chest that was just hit by Zheng Tian, drew back a step with a wincing corner of his mouth, and explained aggrievedly, "It's not like that at all."
[PS: This 3345-word chapter should not have been this lengthy during the new book period. However, the planned content unconsciously resulted in so many words. Feels painful. Please vote for Monthly Tickets, Recommendation Tickets, collect and reward!]