In Han Lang's personal training room, the extreme cold training has entered the ninth hour, which is twice as long as the previous training time, but Han Lang still has no intention of stopping.
As there were fewer and fewer people in the training camp, Han Lang felt more and more pressure. Faced with the pressure, Han Lang didn't back down, but chose to use more craziest training to improve himself.
There are two obvious differences between Han Lang's extreme training and the past. In addition to practicing the forty-six ensemble, Han Lang also spends time practicing how to use the dark power in his body to transform this powerful power For the combat power that you can control as you like.
Another change is Zong Wudao.
This strange old man became more and more interested in Han Lang. He asked Han Lang to turn on the big screen while he was practicing, and he kept staring at Han Lang all the time, talking to Han Lang anytime, anywhere, and giving him advice on how to practice better.
huh~
Han Lang stood in the non-freezing cold water at minus two hundred degrees, with white mist covering his body, panting heavily.
In such cold water, even if Han Lang remained motionless, every minute and every second would be a torment, and it would take a lot of energy to persevere.
Compared with a month and a half ago, Han Lang's physique has changed significantly. The extreme difficulty of training has not made Han Lang bigger. He is still a little thin, but his bones and muscles are obviously stronger, like a red steel body.
Just finished a round of forty-six ensembles, Han Lang was adjusting himself, Zong Wudao frowned slightly and said: "The next step is to practice the match, I found you a good opponent, a fugitive from the Kui nationality, a Kui nationality fugitive You know the physical characteristics, there are hard scales on the body, the limbs are much more developed than humans, and the explosive power is very good."
"Besides, he is a killer. He is very good at hiding and making surprise attacks. If you are not careful, he only needs one round of attacks to tear your body open with his sharp fingers."
Zong Wudao made good use of the dark web. Every day, he would find some strange people from the dark web to fight Han Lang. Fugitives, killers, and dark fighters. Anyway, there was not a single good person. They were all ruthless guys.
According to Zong Wudao, after Han Lang gets used to the most vicious opponents in the galaxy, he will fight against the orthodox fighters, and he will find that their attacks are so naive, and they are completely out of the same class as these wanted veterans. superior.
And the facts have already proved that the group of guys Zong Wudao found were really dark. They drugged Han Lang secretly, and used illusion to conjure up a few naked girls to confuse Han Lang. Understand what is called regular combat, how to be black and how to come, how to be insidious.
In the beginning, Han Lang suffered a lot, but as he faced these old worlds more and more times, Han Lang became more and more accustomed to the dark methods of these monsters. One's way also governs one's body.
Under the leadership of Zong Wudao, Han Lang went further and further on an unscrupulous path, and learned a lot of methods that were not at all aboveboard.
Seeing that Han Lang didn't respond, Zong Wudao frowned and continued: "I know you're holding your breath, but everything must be done step by step. The battle is all about the test of comprehensive quality, cultivation, experience, fighting awareness and will. No, hurry up, in addition to going one-on-one with that Quebec killer, you also have to go to the death live broadcast to watch the life-and-death fight, which is also a very important homework."
Han Lang took two deep breaths and asked, "Teacher, the Galaxy Conference is getting closer and closer. When can I start learning martial arts? When can I enter the final stage of the stress test?"
Zong Wudao said seriously: "This is not busy. If you want to go further, you need a better foundation. Now is the time for you to lay the foundation. Martial arts can be learned slowly later, but a weak foundation will be fatal."
"As for the final stage of the stress test, as long as there is no delay, it is fine to pass at the last moment. The current situation is already obvious. Someone is targeting soldiers from Earth. You should wait for you to participate in the final stage test after you are absolutely sure. "
Nodding his head, Han Lang said in a deep voice, "Understood, I will do the last dark practice, and I will meet that opponent from the Kui tribe."
Shua~
After the words fell, Han Lang suddenly sank, submerging his whole body into the extremely cold water.
"Pupil technique, open!"
Han Lang muttered in his heart, and he suddenly opened his right eye. At this moment, his right eye had completely turned into a deep black color, emitting a bleak light like a ghost.
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There were only three days left before the end of the stress test, and Han Lang still didn't show up on the field. Instead, he locked himself in the base and practiced like crazy.
Every day, Han Lang has to do extreme training for ten hours, spend one hour fighting against the ** fighters that Zong Wudao found, and spend another hour analyzing today's battle situation, and then watch the live broadcast of death for up to eight hours non-stop , Watch how those alien fighters fight, and think about what to do if you are on the battlefield.
When Han Lang reappeared at the base, he saw two people, Simberg and Chen Zhong. They were not training, but were sitting in the lobby waiting for Han Lang, with their luggage next to the sofa.
Han Lang's heart skipped a beat. Now that the training camp has become empty, there are only three of them left. Could it be that Chen Zhong and Simberg...
After a few steps to the two of them, Han Lang sat down facing them and said in a low voice, "Are you leaving?"
Chen Zhong, who has a carefree personality, sighed, and said with a wry smile: "I was originally a soy saucer, and I stayed here for such a long time just to be with you. After all, we came out of the Huaxia Region together back then. They are all my good brothers."
"Unfortunately, the time is almost up. Those who should come will always come, and those who should go will always go, monk, do you remember? This bald man was eliminated early, and now he is mixed up as an instructor in the third army. There are many people, anyway, there is no hope of advancing to the main match, so I might as well go to the army earlier, so that when I get it, my official rank is not as high as that of a monk, so I will be ashamed."
Han Lang didn't know what to say, so he nodded and said, "Work in the army is also very important, so it's better to report early."
The three were silent in embarrassment. Both Chen Zhong and Simberg knew that after he left, Han Lang was the only one in the huge training camp, and he was also the last hope of the Earth Federation to advance to the main competition.
Ten years ago, Earth had just joined the Galactic Federation. Under such difficult conditions, four fighters headed by Billion Clark entered the main match.
After ten years of meticulous preparation, the young fighters with the most potential on Earth were gathered early, and they spared no expense in training them, but now they have almost wiped out the entire army. One can imagine the disappointment in everyone's hearts. If even Han Lang is eliminated, the Earth The Federation is really going to be a galactic joke.
Simberg kept rubbing his hands with a bitter face, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't speak.
Han Lang tried to break the awkward silence, and whispered, "Sinberg, you also went to the military headquarters like Chen Zhong? I heard that the Administration of Relics really hopes that you can go to their side."
Shua~
To Han Lang's surprise, Simberg suddenly grabbed Han Lang's hand and trembled. The tall and Germanic Simberg burst into tears and said, "Han Lang, I'm sorry, you just came to the camp I once targeted you before, now that I think about it, I am a stupid pig!"
Han Lang was startled, and patted Simberg on the shoulder and said, "Let him pass the past, we are all brothers now."
Simberg nodded vigorously, looked into Han Lang's eyes, and said in a pleading tone: "I have been cultivating desperately for more than ten years, day and night! I don't care how much hardship I suffer and how much blood I save! Just In order to become a warrior like Clark, do your part for the earth!"
"But I'm useless, I'm useless! I was eliminated in the preliminaries like an idiot. I have no chance, but you still have a chance! Please make it to the main match! No matter how small the earth is, it is a country, if If even one of us can't make it to the main match, it's a shame! It's a shame for all of us!"
Hey~
Chen Zhong sighed at the side, hugged Simberg, dragged him out of the crying, and muttered: "Han Lang, don't listen to him, this kid is just too nervous, go, go Come on, my brother, how can we not trust you, as long as you try your best, no one will say anything about you."
Han Lang was dumbfounded as he watched Chen Zhong pull the pained Xin Bei out of the door.
"Didn't we agree to leave happily and not to put pressure on Han Lang? What did you do?"
"Li Yu, Tallinn, Long Chuan, they're all going crazy, and I haven't seen them come to talk to Han Lang, have they? It's not fair to leave such a heavy pressure to Han Lang alone." After leaving the door, Chen He wiped Shinberg's eyes again, and threw him into the military jeep that had been prepared.
Simberg covered his face with his hands, nodded and said: "I understand everything you said, but I just can't help it! If the entire army of the Galaxy Conference is wiped out this time, the Alliance will definitely classify the earth as a colonial planet! Even myself I can’t keep my home, how can I see my mother in heaven! When my mother was dying, I promised her that I would be the best soldier!”
"It's useless, it's useless, I'm so useless!"
Crying and tearing his blond hair, Simberg has always been a proud fighter, a steadfast figure in training camp and on the battlefield.
Now it seems that maybe everyone has their own vulnerable side, but it's just not the time to be sad.
Han Lang looked around this once bustling training camp. There used to be forty-nine of the best young fighters from all over the world here. Chen Zhong with a big mouth, Luo Yuyin like a kitten, Parker with a fiery temper, and a boy with a pair of slender legs. An Beibei, Nicholas from Siberia likes to drink strong vodka.
In a blink of an eye, everyone was gone, and Han Lang was the only one left in the training camp, and the silence made people panic.
Pushing open the door of the training room, Han Lang logged into the dark web and found that Zong Wudao had been waiting for him.
With a slight smile, Zong Wudao's eyes flashed a cold light, and he said in a deep voice: "Today is the last training class before you take the stress test, and it is also the most important class. You have done basic training for six months. Now, I I hope you can learn a martial art in one day!"