Zhang Junbao practiced in the attic until late at night before falling asleep. He was rampant in the elite training camp, and he had to work harder. The environment is an important condition for creating strong people. Only when he came here did Zhang Junbao feel the pressure of competition, which was a good thing for him.

Ordinary warriors of the same level cannot make him feel urgent and crisis, and over time his progress is not as fast.

As the saying goes, fighting with the sky, the joy is endless; fighting with the earth, the joy is endless; fighting with people, the joy is endless!

Competition is always the best motivation!

One night of practice, in the pavilion full of ancient Chinese culture, Zhang Junbao slept very comfortably one night, and he was even more energetic the next day.

The next day at 11:00 noon, after having a hearty lunch, Zhang Junbao sat cross-legged in the attic.

"I didn't expect that in the elite training camp, even the students who participated in the assessment ate all monster meat. Although they were only at the level of beast soldiers, their nutrition was a hundred times richer than ordinary foods.

If an ordinary person who is not a warrior eats a large amount of blood and blood of monsters, it will probably be like eating a thousand-year-old ginseng suddenly. If it is not replenished, it will directly spray blood and die.

For ordinary people, the most fundamental problem is that they are not replenished. The flesh and blood of monsters is not something that ordinary people can bear. Only warriors, because of their strong physique and having been exposed to cosmic energy, can quickly convert the nutrients in their bodies into strength to withstand monsters.

Unfortunately, even the elite training camp can’t eat beast-level cubs every day. I’m really thinking too much. “Zhang Junbao thinks that although the food in the elite training camp is good, in terms of nutritional value, it is still not as high as he ate in the wilderness area during the period he was in the wilderness.

It was not until 11:50 noon that Yang Hui came late. When he saw Zhang Junbao, who was full of energy, he smiled and said, "I have a good appetite. It seems that I am ready. Come with me."

"Do I need to prepare something? Weapons? Or combat uniforms?" Zhang Junbao asked.

"Nothing is needed, just come with me like this." Yang Hui explained.

Zhang Junbao did not continue to ask questions and followed Yang Hui towards the Jiuchun Building.

Each floor of the Nine-Level Building is about six meters high, and the length and width of the Nine-Level Building are over 150 meters, which is definitely a giant tower of giants.

The tower looks quite classical on the outside, but the interior is absolutely technological. The ground is full of hard alloys, and you can easily hear bursts of air and shouts.

"Let's go up to the ninth floor." Yang Hui said, and the two walked into the elevator together.

Soon, the elevator reached the 9th floor. After opening the door, Zhang Junbao found that many students were already here, including yellow, white, and black. Seeing Zhang Junbao coming, many people turned their heads to look at him.

"Hey, brother, Chinese?" a bald young man asked in Chinese with a smile.

"Chinese." Zhang Junbao replied.

"Come on! Come in, there will be one more Chinese people in us." The bald young man shouted with a smile.

"I think it's so beautiful. The elite training camp is not that easy to enter. I think he is not old, so he can't be here to join in the fun, right?" Another black girl with butterflies tattooed on her side looked at Zhang Junbao with disdain on her face, fiddling with a spring butterfly knife in her hand, and her movements were very skillful.

"Don't worry about her, they are just jealous of our Chinese genius." The bald young man glanced at him and continued to say to Zhang Junbao.

"Okay, see you later."

Zhang Junbao did not continue to pay attention to these students. Whether they can enter the elite training camp is not just talking to these people. After the test, the results will naturally be known.

Under the leadership of the God of War Yang Hui, Zhang Junbao came to the innermost part of the hall. There was a passage here, and there were large rooms on both sides of the passage. Soon Zhang Junbao was led to a room on the innermost floor. The space in this room was not large, and it was even a little dim.

"Bang!" The light turned on.

There are only two sands in this room, and there is a dark blue helmet on both sands.

"These two helmets were imitated by us human scientists, and they imitated the consciousness sensors of virtual space equipment excavated by ancient ruins civilizations." Yang Hui pointed to the helmet and said, "We can only imitate this simple consciousness sensor. As for the host of the virtual space, it is the ancient machine that has been sleeping underground for countless years."

"Is this the helmet of consciousness sensing? It's quite similar to what I imagined. Sure enough, the fantasy content of the novel writer in his previous life was not fabricated out of thin air, but it actually existed." Zhang Junbao thought to himself.

In his original era, virtual reality spaces have long been quite common, and VR, AR, and MR were eventually integrated into a virtual world. However, that virtual world cannot fully simulate touch, taste, etc., but it has already had a certain prototype.

"Now humans on Earth are just imitating 'conscious sensors'. As for the virtual space host equipment, they can't be created at all. They are just old guys excavated from ancient ruins." Yang Hui said.

"The virtual space host adopts a theoretical system that is completely different from human science. Scientists on Earth cannot understand it at all, so don't mention imitating it."

"Well, if you put it on, your consciousness will enter a virtual space with a 100% simulation, just like the real world, including touch, smell and even power feedback." Yang Hui said, "After entering the virtual space, we will let you enter the 'trial tower' and accept the B-level test of the person!"

Zhang Junbao picked up the faint blue helmet and looked inside curiously, and found that there were countless glowing dots flashing constantly, which were very similar to the consciousness helmet in science fiction novels.

"Mr. Yang, I'll just take it with me?"

"Just wear it like me, and then lie down."

Yang Hui smiled, then lay on the sofa and said, "As soon as you put on your helmet, your consciousness will directly enter the virtual space, so don't panic. Come on, put on your helmet!"

Zhang Junbao didn't think anything was wrong. In the original world, he had also experienced an incomplete version of the virtual helmet, but the operation process was similar. This was not too new to him, but the effect was not more realistic.

Zhang Junbao then lay down, picked up his helmet and put it on naturally. Yang Hui was stunned again with the skillful movements.

Why does Zhang Junbao look so skillful in his movements?

"Hmm?" After putting on the helmet, Zhang Junbao still felt the difference from the virtual helmet he had experienced before. His whole head buzzed, as if his consciousness was immersed in another world.
Chapter completed!