"Yes, in this era, no one can practice any kind of magic." Wanbo's affirmative statement once again made Ye Wushuang's heart extremely cold.
For so long, I have been trying to recover magical ability, but suddenly there is a guy who said that you will not be able to use any magic in your life. The blow that destroys people's beliefs is even enough to make a person completely decadent.
Opening his mouth, Ye Wushuang wanted to say something, but he found that his lips were dry and peeling, and there seemed to be something blocking his throat, preventing him from making any noise.
Wanbo seemed to see Ye Wushuang's mind, and after a slight smile, he said calmly: "Actually, you don't have to worry too much. Although it is a pity that there is no magic, there are even more powerful mechas in this civilization."
Ye Wushuang directly reflected a question: "Can a mecha be more powerful than a bone dragon?"
"Bone Dragon..." Wanbo hummed coldly for a few times before saying to Ye Wushuang, "You come with me."
Ye Wushuang's head was blank now. Wanbo said to go with him, but he didn't respond much, so he followed Wanbo and walked to a machine. Of course, to Ye Wushuang, that guy is like a machine, but from the perspective of modern people, what he calls a machine is called a computer.
"I used to estimate the strength of the bone dragon based on the video taken by satellites, and then I made a program to let modern mechas compete with the bone dragon, and the result is like this, you see." Wanbo repeatedly tapped on the computer. After a few clicks, a picture appeared in front of Ye Wuliang.
This is a battle scene of a sacred bone dragon against a mecha.
Wang Ye Wushuang’s brain was a little loose. The bone dragon’s chanting magic, and even the forbidden curse, could not cause any harm to the mecha. On the contrary, after the mecha shot easily, the huge sacred bone dragon body Turned into a pile of scattered bones!
Seeing the astonished expression on Ye Wushuang's face, Wanbo smiled and pointed to the computer screen and said: "According to my estimation, the most common mecha in modern civilization is dozens of times or even more than a hundred times stronger than that kind of bone frame! "
"Dozens, hundreds of times?" Ye Wushuang blinked. The sacred bone dragon is already the most high-end existence in the entire undead clan except for the undead king. It is a hundred times stronger than the bone dragon. What kind of concept is that? A, can a kingdom of undead be destroyed
Ye Wushuang felt very sad for the result of this comparison.
After all, he himself, in the past, did not even have the power to escape under the bone dragon. The problem he thought was that his current state, for the soldiers driving the mecha, was simply weak and an ant. There is no difference.
Wanbo saw Ye Wushuang’s expression so thoroughly, turned around and patted Ye Wushuang’s shoulder, he said with great pride: “So, as long as you become a teacher, you can still live well on this planet. , You have skills that many people don’t have. In terms of combat experience and combat instinct, you will be much better than any experienced mentor!"
"Master?" Ye Wushuang muttered to himself for a while, but he still looked a little unacceptable.
"Wake up!" Wanbo patted Ye Wushuang's shoulder again and said: "A real man can survive in any environment. You have survived the days of fighting against the entire kingdom of the dead by yourself. Could it be that it is calm and calm? On earth, can't you live anymore?"
"Of course not!" The will that has been tempered by life and death for a long time made Ye Wushuang wake up in an instant under the simplest question. After taking a look at his mind, he asked Wanbo: "How can I become a person who owns himself? Mentor of mecha?"
"Becoming a mentor is difficult, but simple, but also very simple." Wanbo suddenly sold off at this moment. However, under Ye Wushuang's almost murderous gaze, he finally opened his mouth and said: "In fact, the most basic thing to become a real mentor is that you must receive systematic training before becoming a mentor."
Ye Wushuang quickly answered: "What kind of training?"
"Professional mentors, no matter in terms of speed, reaction ability, or endurance and will, etc., they must meet a fixed value." After a general explanation, Wanbo went on to say: "Let's say it. , The speed of a professional instructor, the lowest threshold, requires you to make the mecha reach a high speed of 10 Hz when manipulating the mech. Those who have not reached the speed of 10 Hz in their lifetime can only be amateurs."
"10 Hz, so fast?" Ye Wushuang frowned, remembering his speed when he was fighting the fat man with the virtual mecha, as if they were talking about 9 Hz. In this case, wouldn't it mean that now? Every professional mentor, even the lowest-level one, is much better than himself in manipulating mechas
Ye Wushuang felt a little nervous about this kind of data.
When is the time when the Fatty family is making trouble for themselves, Zhang Hao’s organization has heard that there are a large number of mentors. If that’s the case, does that mean that he doesn’t even have the chance to escape
Ye Wushuang directly thought that if he wanted to escape, the most important thing was speed.
This is also an experience he has obtained after countless years of exploration on Lan Lin star. However, this experience does not seem to be of much use to the present, and this experience does not seem to be able to completely guarantee the safety of one's life!
Almost for a moment, Ye Wushuang didn't care much about the thoughts of the Fatty Family, and turned into a deep worry.
"Don't worry about it." Wanbo grasped Ye Wushuang's thoughts, and almost reached the point where Ye Wushuang's belly was roundworm.
Wei Wei smacked his lips before he said again: "I heard someone say about your battle on the virtual mecha a few days ago. In comparison, the students of the mecha academy, although they have not graduated yet, are still With system training, you can beat them without any training, which is quite surprising."
After a pause, he went on to say: "From another perspective, this also proves your great potential. If you go to receive mecha training for a period of time, I think even if they really graduated, they may not necessarily Or your opponent."
Ye Wushuang asked urgently: "Then can you arrange me to receive system training?"
"No." Wanbo shook his head and said, "I'm only doing academic work. I don't have any dealings with those with mecha systems. You are very old, let alone me. It doesn't matter, it's related and can't be arranged. You go to a formal college for training. As for private training institutions..."
"How about it?"
Wanbo saw Ye Wushuang’s anxious look and couldn’t help but smile and said: “Private training institutions have more demanding income than regular colleges. As long as they are under the age and rich, they can go to regular colleges, but For a private training institution, it's all about personal qualifications."
Ye Wushuang scratched his head, and asked a little puzzled: "Did you just say that my potential is huge?"
Wanbo sighed first, then smiled and shook his head and said: "It is one thing to have great potential, but it has to be related to a private training institution in Egypt, and it must be introduced by an acquaintance to enter. I don't have any acquaintances."
"Then what to do?" Ye Wushuang felt a little wondering how to get better.
"I don't know." Wanbo was shamelessly spreading his hands, as if he wanted to shirk, but under the scorching eyes that Ye Wushuang cast over, he still bit the bullet and made a strategy: "You can fight around on the virtual mecha first. Maybe any of the teachers and scholars accidentally saw your qualifications and recommended you to train elsewhere."
"Such a passive and passive approach can also be called a trick." When Ye Wushuang raised his head to question Wanbo, he was pushed out of the room where they talked by the old man, and then "slapped" Ye Wushuang to close the door. outside.
When Ye Wushuang wanted to knock on the door again, the big black dog who had been kicked by Ye Wushuang before, but by coincidence, barked in front of Ye Wushuang with a light bark.
"Go!" Ye Wushuang slammed out his kick again, and slammed the black dog against the wall. This time he kicked the black dog harder, but the black dog yelled twice, but he didn't dare to get up again Ye Wushuang's anger.
"Go, your own way, you need to go down by yourself."
After the old man Wan Bo sighed heavily in the room, there was no more sound. After Ye Wushuang saw that he really didn't want to continue talking with himself, he had to sigh the same, then turned and walked out of the Wanbo family's door.
Standing on the street, Ye Wushuang felt a little bit of a clue as to where to go. Suddenly hearing what Wanbo said, he did feel that he was too weak and weak in this world, and weak others might even destroy him.
This kind of fear that he had never had before made him confused about the future prospects.
"Brother Wushuang!" A familiar shout came from a distance. After Ye Wushuang raised his head, the owner of the voice laughed and ran toward him, and said happily: "I knew it. Brother Wushuang, you must be here."
"Little girl!" Ye Wushuang frowned deeply. Thinking of what Wanbo had just said, a thick murderous intent suddenly appeared in his heart, open his hands, and his face was gloomy and he greeted the little girl.