It is a wide valley flanked by jagged cliffs on which several old trees grow, and dark green moss is faintly visible. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As soon as Mu Shaoan entered this training space, he naturally moved into a combat state by mistake, and at the same time quickly searched the surroundings with his eyes, but the expected attack did not appear.

There was not even a simulated virus similar to the dagger training, there was not a ghost shadow around, but there was a rough and ugly scarecrow erected two hundred meters away, and at Mu Shao'an's feet was a white line, and next to the white line, there were only twenty javelins for throwing.

He understood what it meant, he needed to stand on the white line and hit the scarecrow two hundred meters apart, but this was too pitiful, two hundred meters, he really thought he was holding a sniper rifle?

Mu Shaoan thought it was incredible, but after thinking about it, he still bent down and picked up a javelin, which was very handy, but the standard was very barbaric.

Yes, it's brutal, it's two hundred centimeters in length, the weight is about ten kilograms, the center of gravity is placed in one-fifth of the front end, if it is a real-world javelin master to throw, it must be a miracle to be able to throw fifty meters.

Even judging from Mu Shaoan's current attributes, such a javelin is too unreliable.

And even more so to hit the target at a distance of two hundred meters?

Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, he closed his eyes and gently adjusted his breathing, he is not a competitive athlete, he is a warrior, he is a killer, so he will not think too much about scientific and unscientific, reasonable and unreasonable issues.

What he needs is just to quickly adjust his psychology and enter the state of fighting and killing, otherwise he will come here to train and prepare to win the gold medal?

As soon as the three-second pranayama time passed, Mu Shao'an suddenly opened his eyes, and the whole person quickly entered the attack state, without any need to run, the heavy javelin in his hand burst through the air with a roar, this kind of throwing speed is definitely three or four times faster than the throwing speed of the javelin master in reality!

Because his strength is more than three times greater than that of ordinary people.

But even so, the heavy javelin he threw could barely throw about 150 meters, which was far from 200 meters.

And Mu Shaoan felt that it was pointless to do this, at a distance of two hundred meters, unless the speed of his javelin throwing should reach the speed of the rifle bullet, the farther away the other party would be able to dodge the past.

So he has always positioned his wooden spear throwing within 50 meters, which has to be because the other party does not have enough dodge space, such as a dense military formation or something, but if the other party has only one person (excluding ordinary people), and there is enough dodge space, and it is face-to-face, then Mu Shaoan feels that the distance he throws must be shortened to 20 meters in order to have a certain chance to nail the other party.

This is not a joke, Mu Shaoan would not dare to brag about this cowhide no matter how confident he is.

Huh?

Mu Shao'an was thinking about these thoughts, and was suddenly stunned, because he saw that the ugly scarecrow two hundred meters away on the opposite side actually came to life, and then the other party slowly picked up a heavy javelin of the same standard from the ground.

It looks casual, but for some reason, at this moment, Mu Shaoxin has an extremely terrifying sense of crisis, as if he has been targeted by a fierce beast.

He wanted to dodge, but found that he couldn't move at all, or he didn't have time to dodge, because in the next moment, he only had time to see an afterimage, and then his own head instantly blossomed, and he was directly bombarded into slag.

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"Damn!

Panting heavily, Mu Shaoan's figure reappeared outside the training ground, and the whole person collapsed in place, sweating like pulp, trembling all over, he felt that he was also experienced in a hundred battles, but this time it was too terrifying.

I'm almost scared out of Xiang.

What a mess!

At a distance of 200 meters, there is not even a reaction time of 0.1 seconds, and the throwing speed of the heavy javelin has far exceeded the speed of the rifle bullet.

With such attack power, such strength, he bets that the base throw value of the simulated virus on the opposite side is at least 500 points or more, and the power is at least 200 points or more.

Moreover, that guy seems to have a breathtaking invisible power, which suppressed him into a blank mind as soon as he exploded, is this the legendary famous murderous aura

Are you kidding?

When Mu Shaoan was shocked, he received the training information.

"Number A-11982, you were killed by a simulated virus in intermediate training, and because of your status as a D-class procedural soldier, you still have nine training sessions today and a chance to ask questions in the training space. ”

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Intermediate training, when did you enter intermediate training?

Mu Shao'an was stunned for a while, and immediately understood, it turned out that the training level of the Chaos Base was assigned according to the level of each procedural soldier, as well as their strength.

I chose javelin throwing, but now he has passed the initial stage? No way, the upper limit of the skill of the E-class program soldier is 150 points, but his basic throwing is only 90 points at present, okay?

However, the identity of a D-class program soldier is really good, the number of training times has been doubled immediately, and the most important thing is that he can also ask questions.

Thinking of this, Mu Shaoan first rested a little, and then re-entered the training space, where everything was as usual, and the ugly scarecrow was still opposite, but this time he didn't dare to underestimate anything.

"I'm going to ask a question. He shouted, but the scarecrow on the other side did not move, but a mechanical voice sounded.

"Number A-11982, you have a chance to ask a question. ”

"I want to know, is the instructor on the other side real?" Mu Shaoan asked without thinking about it, he wouldn't be stupid enough to only ask questions related to javelin throwing, he had too many questions about the Chaos Base.

"This question belongs to the category that can be answered, all the training instructors in the Chaos Base are 100% replicas based on the virus, and their combat effectiveness will be adjusted to the peak state, so they are real, for example, the instructor you are facing at the moment is the wanted virus nicknamed Scarecrow, and his danger level is silver, and the answer is complete. ”

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After listening to this answer, Mu Shaoan was speechless for a long time, not shocked by the strength of the simulated virus instructor, this is normal, the virus camp can consistently beat the chaos base, how can it be done without two hits?

He was speechless that the training system at the Chaos Base was too fucked up.

He's still a pink newcomer, isn't it? He's only completed two anti-virus missions, and you actually got me a silver-level virus to be my mock opponent.

Can it be a little more pitiful?

Mu Shaoan has seen the hunter ranking of the ST platform, which has epic, legendary, purple gold, platinum, gold, silver, black iron, and finally bronze.

He can only be regarded as the last person in the last echelon at the bronze level now.

As a result, you asked me to fight against the silver-level simulation virus, this is not the legendary cross-level killing, this is a three-level promotion in a row, and I am killing myself.

No wonder he was killed so simply in seconds before, and he didn't have a chance to die together.

Although he complained, Mu Shaoan did not choose to escape because of this, but began to actively think about how to make this training more balanced, such as whether he could sneak up and get closer, and then burst into a blow.

But then the tragic facts proved that the scarecrow on the opposite side of the simulated virus was indeed giving him the opportunity to attack first, but as long as he dared to step over the white line, it would be a killing blow immediately.

In this way, the nine training sessions ended, and Mu Shaoan was also shot nine times without suspense.

"I hate this training mode to death, I can only be beaten but I can't fight back!"

Walking out of the training ground, even though Mu Shaoan had always been very calm, he couldn't help but complain at this time, and now he felt that the whole person was top-heavy, completely because of the sequelae caused by being brutally killed, and he couldn't get any benefits in such a difficult training at all.

It's not scientific at all!

Could it be that damn Chaos Base system is cramping today?

Mu Shao'an sneered, it took him half an hour to recover from the sequelae of that kind of bad headshot.

It's not going to go on like this, he's going to have to be trained to be scrapped.

Really, it doesn't feel right, it's not normal training, it's destroying him in the worst possible way, destroying his self-confidence, destroying his will, destroying the skills he has mastered, and making his throwing skills unstoppable.

It's vicious, as if the system is targeting him.

Although this speculation is ridiculous, he has decided that tomorrow he will not come here to train javelin throwing, which is simply self-destroying the city wall.

Really, Mu Shaoan knows this very well.

Because it's not impossible for a professor at a prestigious university to give homework to first-graders, there's nothing wrong with that, but if the content of the tutoring is Goldbach's conjecture, and the punishment is that you can't guess it, you won't be able to eat, which is very bad.

(Thanks to the little tank that the book friend crosses, the past that will not go, the cute of the blizzard, the edge of the garden hanging fat, Jekcen, Shao prawns, 160421221636354, the dark night, the king is back, etc.