Ye Fan and Bai Mo walked into the training ground.
"Chinese, which one do you plan to play first?" Bai Mo asked lazily.
The reason why he provoked Ye Fan was purely because he wanted to embarrass the Chinese people on Chinese territory.
As for whether he regards Ye Fan as his opponent... Hehe, it's a joke! Even if the most powerful person in China stands up, it's impossible to defeat him!
Ye Fan saw that the other party didn't even bother to look down on him, so he couldn't help but smile, "Whatever, it's your bet, I don't care."
"Then... let's play with that one first!" Bai Mo said, pointing to the reaction training machine.
He knew that his reaction ability and speed were weaker than those of ordinary five-time limit warriors, so he simply used these two items to test the depth of this Chinese man.
It's best if you win, but it doesn't matter if you lose.
Because the game of cat and mouse is interesting only until the end!
Ye Fan is so shrewd that he naturally saw the white devil's plan.
This stupid guy is not stupid at all.
If he wins in both the reaction and speed training areas, the third one must be strength.
In this way, we will visit three cities in a row!
When the time comes, he laughs and says "trash", don't be too pretentious!
If the reaction fails, then he will not give up hope on speed and just deal with it casually.
However, the next three items are his special skills, and he will definitely take them seriously.
As a result, we still conquered three cities in a row!
Then he can wag his fingers in an even more disgusting manner and say, "Trash, I'm afraid you'll lose too badly, so I'll show mercy and let you win two games first!"
This way of winning a gambling battle can definitely bring greater insult and blow to your opponent!
According to the normal script flow, this is the White Devil's plan.
However, he chose the wrong opponent.
Ye Fan spread his hands and said, "Okay! But who will advance to the training machine?"
"I'll go first." Bai Mo curled his lips, "I remember you're a newbie, so you probably haven't played with such an advanced training device yet. I'll give you a try!"
"Please." Ye Fan stepped aside.
The white devil walked into the reaction training room.
This is a 33 cubic meter enclosed space, separated by a thick layer of titanium alloy glass plates. People hiding in it cannot be hurt by bombs, let alone bullets.
Around the glass plate, there are hundreds of pipes as thick as an arm. Each pipe is made of a special alloy and can withstand the extreme high temperatures caused by severe friction.
Bai Mo pressed the start button on the test machine and slowly stood in a circle in the center of the training room.
The circle is three meters in diameter and can normally accommodate five people.
But Bai Mo was too tall, so he felt just right standing in the circle.
"Gululu..."
Five seconds later, a crisp sound came from an alloy pipe behind Bai Mo.
Then, with a "swish" sound, a round iron ball the size of a tennis ball flew out from it.
The speed of the iron ball is very fast, at least thirty kilometers per hour.
In addition, the space in the training room is so small and the orientation is not fixed, which makes it appear that the momentum is very heavy and the angles are tricky.
The white devil twitched his ears slightly, turned his head sideways, and dodged the iron beads very lightly.
"Gululu!"
The iron ball passed over the white devil and entered an alloy pipe directly opposite the training room.
"Whoa!"
Before the White Demon could stand firm, another iron bead was sprayed out from the alloy pipe on the other side of him.
The speed of this iron ball is a little faster than before.
The white devil is a fat man who is very agile and can dodge easily again.
After that, iron beads flew out of the alloy pipe one after another, faster and faster each time.
The White Devil went from being calm and relaxed at the beginning to panicking.
The surrounding special teams were frightened when they saw it, and some even broke out in cold sweats.
By this time, the speed of the iron beads ejected from the alloy iron pipe had reached nearly 100 kilometers.
If you want to avoid it, you can only predict the exit from the sound of the friction between the iron beads and the alloy iron pipe, and adjust your body in an instant.
"Snapped……"
Suddenly, Bai Mo's back was hit hard by an iron ball, and a trace of pain instantly appeared on his face.
Before he could make any further adjustments, there were two muffled sounds of "Pah! Pah!" again.
Three iron beads rolled down on the ground, and there was a dark red mark on the white devil's back, arms and chest.
"Ding!"
The reaction training device showed Bai Mo's results.
"Difficulty: High. Number of dodges: 52. Number of hits: 3. Reaction rating: ss!"
Looking at the results, Bai Mo rubbed the injured area, smiled indifferently, and strode out of the reaction training room.
A few white people on the EU side nodded slightly, saying that his results were pretty good, while others were in awe.
Some envied his strength, while others envied his rough skin and thick flesh.
The members of the special team on the Chinese side took a breath of air.
Luo Yihu clenched his fists and hummed unwillingly: "The difficult reaction test actually reached the SS rating!"
"Ahu, what were your grades before participating in the military exercise?" Pang Yi asked.
Pang Yi didn't feel much about the results of the White Demon's reaction test.
Although he is not a pure agile warrior, his performance is much better than that of the White Demon.
Luo Yihu is different. He is very similar to the White Demon, and his realm has reached five times the limit. But comparing the reaction results of the two, he is simply extremely weak!
"...I, I only have a." Luo Yihu whispered back, having no face to look at Pang Yi.
Achieving an A in difficult reaction training is at the lowest level among martial artists with five times the limit. Even many warriors with four times the limit can achieve this result.
Pang Yi was stunned and suddenly smiled bitterly: "No wonder you refused to say it. I guess Mark will do better at this point."
"Let's see how far he can go!" Luo Yihu gritted his teeth, feeling unwilling to do so.
"I have seen his reaction in actual combat, and it should be within SS's assessment range. It just depends on how many iron balls he can avoid."
Pang Yi smiled faintly, showing great interest.
Luo Yihu stared at Ye Fan, his eyes almost sparkling with fire.
Ye Fan looked gloomy and walked around the response training room several times before walking in.
Bai Mo grinned and said to the comrades beside him: "This kid thinks he can figure out the secret of reaction training with just a few glances. He is so naive!"
"He's definitely out of luck!" His comrades nodded in approval, "It's the first time newcomers come into contact with reaction training, and most of them have a hard time exerting their full strength. In my opinion, even if he has an advantage in this aspect, it will be difficult for him to reach S level!"
"Haha, let's wait and see!" Bai Mo clenched his fists and said to himself: "Boy, since you dare to challenge, you should be somewhat capable. Don't let me down too much, otherwise it will be boring?"
Ye Fan stood in the circle and took steps.
"Gululu..."
A crisp friction sound sounded.
"Whoa!"
Iron beads flew out.
Ye Fan was indifferent, watching his own steps.
Onlookers outside, whether they are the Chinese special team, the European Union, or other countries, all have an idea.
"This kid is stupid. He didn't make any evasive action."
However, before they could finish their thoughts, the iron beads in the alloy pipe were like Ye Fan's dance partner, passing him by in his gentle steps.
"Gululu!"
The first iron ball drilled into the diagonal alloy pipe, and then came the second one!
"Shua..."
This iron bead passed Ye Fan's cuffs perfectly without any contact with his body.
The system judgment of the reaction instrument is very strict, but a slight contact will not fail as long as it does not affect the trajectory of the diagonal alloy pipe.
Ye Fan continued to walk at a special pace, with a relaxed look on his face, and avoided more than a dozen iron beads in a row.
The onlookers around were dumbfounded.
"This... what kind of footwork is this? How can you hide so casually?"
"Look again, I...I don't believe that he can continue to do so!"
At the forefront of the EU camp, White Bear's face gradually became serious.
In just ten seconds, Ye Fan's pace became faster and faster, but still very rhythmic.
Those iron balls seemed to be on purpose, sneaking past him before he made every move.
Time flies quickly, and those iron beads move even faster.
However, Ye Fan's steps were flawless, the rhythm was clear, and the nodes were stuck very accurately.
"Snapped!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan's palm and an iron bead were packed together.
His face looked a little surprised, and he quickly calmed down and continued to evade.
In the end, before three of them could be avoided, his palm landed on an iron bead again.
Less than a second later, the third iron ball fell to the ground.
Ye Fan frowned and looked at the statistics screen of the response system uneasily.
"Ding!"
"Difficulty: High. Number of dodges: 53. Number of hits: 3. Reaction rating: ss!"
As soon as the results came out, Ye Fan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Outside the training room, most of the members of the special team were surprised.
On the one hand, it was because Ye Fan won. Although he only won one goal, he still won!
On the other hand, it's because Ye Fan's reaction ability can actually reach the SS level.
You know, his profile is only a warrior who is four times the ultimate peak!
Being able to have such a reaction is considered to be at the upper level among warriors who are at five times the limit, let alone four times the limit!
"Brother Ye, that's awesome!" Qu Wei laughed loudly and gave Ye Fan a thumbs up.
The other Chinese special teams reacted and hurriedly congratulated Ye Fan, while Bai Mo and other members of the EU special team all looked down.
Pang Yi frowned deeply, feeling very strange that there were several white people who were also lost in thought like him.
"This Chinese is weird!" One of the white men whispered to his companion: "Three iron beads were all moved away with the palm of his hand. He seemed to have calculated the trajectory accurately."
"It seems that we underestimated this Chinese man. His reaction was definitely more than just SS comments!" Another white man nodded lightly, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
"No matter what, the White Devil is a member of the European Union. We should remind him at the right time."
"Wait and see. Maybe that Chinese guy is just lucky!
Let’s go tell Bai Mo now that with his temper, he will feel that we look down on him, which will affect his subsequent performance.”