Another two days later, Han Lang soaked himself in the unimaginable cold water as usual, and now Han Lang has been able to withstand the ultra-low temperature waters of minus 110 degrees, and practiced in it for more than three hours without losing weight. will be hurt.
After the training, Han Lang crawled out of the ultra-cold pool, covered in white steam, his skin was red, and his body temperature was rising rapidly.
crunch~
Han Lang swallowed a nuclear kinetic energy. This is an illegal drug used to enhance the source power. It can stimulate the zero-degree brain region to generate and release the source force on a large scale. Millions of soldiers die or become paralyzed every year because of taking nuclear kinetic energy. So much, it has long been listed as the most dangerous banned drug by the Galactic Federation.
But Han Lang has a special anti-drug physique. He not only takes nuclear kinetic energy every day, but also takes it once before and after training. If ordinary soldiers ate nuclear kinetic energy as jelly beans like Han Lang, they would have died a hundred times.
Shua~
A large amount of source power began to pour into Han Lang's body, eliminating his fatigue and filling him with strength. Even after three hours and forty minutes of extreme training, Han Lang felt that he was still capable of fighting anyone shelf!
This was the power that belonged only to Han Lang. He practiced crazily, studied crazily, and took drugs that others would never dare to use! So his level increased rapidly like a rocket.
There is a mirror in the training room. Han Lang is putting on his coat facing the mirror. He has very obvious muscles. If someone pinches Han Lang's biceps, he will find that Han Lang's muscles are so special. Harder than steel, it doesn't seem like the type of muscle a human being should have.
This is just the additional effect brought about by long-term extreme training. While increasing his level at a high speed, Han Lang is becoming as strong as a robot. He once competed with his teammate Simberg, who has the highest level, and Xinberg has a four-star intermediate level. The proud son of heaven, the existence with an origin index close to 50,000.
If you don't use superpowers to fight melee like this, it would be difficult for Simberg, who is ten times stronger than Han Lang, to fight Han Lang, because Han Lang's muscles are too hard, like wearing armor, and his ability to resist blows is top-notch. It was difficult for Simberg to hurt him. On the other hand, if Han Lang punched Simberg, it would make Simberg grin in pain.
All in all, under the guidance of the strange old man Zong Wudao, Han Lang grew up faster than ever before, with a demonic aura, and he became less and less like a normal human being.
The facilities in the training camp are advanced, and there is a large-screen computer with a high configuration in the room. Han Lang took off the necklace from his neck, took out the dark web login program installed in the memory card, and habitually found Zong Wudao.
As Han Lang and Zong Wudao became more and more familiar with each other, they began to use video chat. Zong Wudao was no longer as ruthless as before, but his requirements for Han Lang became stricter. Wudao would scold Han Lang harshly.
Seeing Zong Wudao's serious old face, Leng smiled slightly and said, "Teacher, the established task is completed, and I think I can enter the minus 120-degree waters to practice."
Zong Wudao nodded slightly, carefully looked at Han Lang's training records today, and sent Han Lang's daily training records to Zong Wudao through the physiological testing opportunity he carried with him, heartbeat, blood pressure, source power consumption, etc., all in detail.
Han Lang gradually discovered that Zong Wudao didn't just teach him to practice casually. It seemed that there was some kind of cultivation science that he didn't understand. When to lower the temperature and when to increase the intensity, Zong Wudao used the data to determine Sure.
Zong Wudao nodded slightly, "Well, the source power index is 4,257. According to the current level standard of the Galaxy, you are already a three-star intermediate fighter, and all the indicators are also excellent. Tomorrow, you will enter minus 120. Ten degrees of water, the goal of training is still the forty-six rehearsal."
Han Lang rubbed his head and said, "Teacher, it's the forty-six ensemble again? I'm already a weirdo in the army, but with a three-star intermediate cultivation, I can only play the forty-six ensemble, and I haven't learned any other martial skills. "
Zong Wudao stared at him, "What? Are you dissatisfied?"
Han Lang hurriedly shook his head and said, "That's not true, I have always believed in the teacher's arrangements."
Changing the subject, Han Lang said thoughtfully: "Recently, the situation on the earth is getting worse and worse. Yesterday, it was attacked thirteen times unprecedentedly. There was even a robbery group that tried to attack a large city on the earth. Heavy casualties."
"And our legion has been preparing for war like crazy recently. The large troops practice from morning to night every day. The head of the legion comes to see our Spike tactics every day. He asked me several times in a row about the level of tactical preparation. I always replied: no problem."
"Teacher, if my guess is correct, we may be on the battlefield in just two days."
Zong Wudao raised his eyelids lightly, then nodded and said, "I know what you said. Do you think that if you learn a little martial arts, you might be able to perform better on the battlefield?"
"That's what I think." Han Lang said without any concealment.
Zong Wudao sighed and said, "To be honest, it's time for you to learn martial arts. Regardless of this battle, you will go to the final stage of the stress test in two months. At that time, you will need martial arts." .”
"But you have to know that you are different from others at all. It may be good for others to learn martial arts, but for you, if you don't do it well, it will be harmful. After all, your superpowers and combat characteristics are too special. When you choose a martial skill, you must Be more careful."
"As for the battle you want to participate in, don't worry, your body is now stronger than anyone else's, your toxin resistance is stronger than anyone else's, and your superpower is unique. These three are your foundation. In fact, if you can display your true fighting spirit and make good use of the characteristics of the forty-six ensemble, you are already an excellent fighter."
Han Lang thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Understood, haste makes waste. Instead of rushing, it's better to make the best use of what I have now."
After the training, Han Lang had to take the comrades in the genius battalion to practice the wolf fang tactics together. Han Lang saw that the time was almost up, so he said goodbye to Zong Wudao, turned around and left his dedicated training room and went to the hall.
The team members had already arrived, and they were all around the big screen, staring intently. An Beibei was anxiously dialing the phone at the other end of the hall.
"Let's go, let's start!" Han Lang shouted, waving his arms.
It's strange that he didn't pay attention to him. Usually everyone is very active in training.
Chen Zhong turned his head and said in a suppressed voice: "Wait a while, Sydney has been attacked."
Leng was taken aback, and quickly came to the big screen, only to see the famous Sydney Opera House in the picture. Now this landmark building has turned into a sea of flames, and the shell-shaped hall completely collapsed.
The camera gradually zooms into the distance, the huge city is in a mess, there are countless fire points, and there are countless wailing sounds.
On the side of the broken street, a broken street lamp was pressed on the back of a mother. The mother curled up and protected her young son under her body. The little boy cried loudly, but he couldn't wake up the sleeping mother.
A skyscraper fell down, and a slender arm protruded from the ruins. Obviously, this arm belonged to a certain young woman, pointing to the sky, the voice of calling for help became weaker and weaker, and it was unknown how many people were buried under the ruins Before they even had time to utter a cry, they lost consciousness.
The helicopter camera kept switching to the tragedy after the Sydney city robbery. There was no sound, and the live TV broadcast was awkwardly silent. Maybe even the live broadcaster didn't know what to say at this moment.
An Beibei is still making calls non-stop, but unfortunately there is always a busy signal on the other end of the phone.
Chen Zhong sighed softly, and said to Han Lang in a low voice, "Her family is in Sydney."
Han Lang didn't speak, and everyone didn't speak.
Suddenly, An Beibei, who was always cheerful, broke out in silence. She smashed the phone in her hand against the wall until it was smashed into pieces. She hit the alloy wall with her fist, punch after punch.
Aww~
It's hard to imagine that the wailing from such a beautiful girl's throat turned out to be like a wild beast. Ambebe rushed out of the hall hysterically and into the yard, facing the sky full of stars, she finally cried out, crying to the bone marrow .
"I'll go and see her, you guys continue training." Simberg stood up and said.
"At this juncture, who still has the heart to train." Chen Zhong patted his head with his big hand, and said with red eyes.
Simberg's figure stopped suddenly, without looking back, he said in a deep voice, "I shouldn't have said it, but my cousin who was working on the Atlantic told me that they were required to complete the entire ship by tonight. First level maintenance."
"Han Lang, I think you guessed it right. Tonight should be our last joint practice before departure, so it's very important."