Fatty and Mu Fan were sitting in the directional suspension vehicle and were introducing relevant knowledge in PO to Mu Fan.
"The place we will go to soon is the training base, where you will be given basic training in PO Battle Network. This world has a high degree of freedom. If you are a seasoned person applying for an alt account, you don't have to go. But I still recommend that you go.
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Mu Fan listened attentively, and then said, "What kind of operations are you going there to train on?"
"It's mainly mecha operation, and individual combat, but that doesn't mean much, because it's obvious whether you can fight or not. This is just a simulated battle, and there is no substantial improvement in skills. This
The purpose of the base is to familiarize you with the world as quickly as possible."
"Yeah" Mu Fan didn't ask any more questions.
While talking, the two of them had already arrived at their destination.
"You go in, I'm going to the battle area. I've written down the coordinates of this training base. When you get familiar with it, just call me when you come out."
The fat man rubbed his hands. The recruit camp was really boring. As a veteran like him, he couldn't do anything here. What do you mean by training base? Are you kidding me? You have to fight against dummies for a day.
"Okay, I'll contact you when you come out, and thank you." Mu Fan hummed, and then looked at the fat man with grateful eyes.
"You're welcome. Now that you've made friends, don't go outside. I'm still waiting for you to come out and take me with you, so I'll go first!" The fat man waved his hands indifferently, and then rushed into the teleportation point beside him with excitement on his face.
Suddenly disappeared.
Mu Fan lowered his head and looked at the wrist ring light screen. The back of the 'lemon balloon' already showed that it was not in the same area, and then his rank was written on the back: Silver 1-star.
Shaking his head, Mu Fan walked into the light blue space door.
The body broke through a layer of film, feeling cold and cold, and then appeared in front of an empty and deserted corridor.
Following the blue guiding light under his feet, Mu Fan walked to a metal revolving door and pressed the dim button on the side.
"Hello, recruit Mr. Dan, this is the training center at base 341."
Mu Fan's facial muscles stretched unconsciously, and now he just wanted to ask if he could change his nickname.
"Please select a training item, one, individual combat training. Two, mecha driving training."
When Mu Fan heard the sound, he saw two options displayed on the electronic screen in front of him, and stretched out his finger.
"Individual combat option." Mu Fan answered decisively.
You need to be familiar with both types of training, starting with individual combat, and then getting familiar with mecha training. Mu Fan's plan is very clear. If he wants to become familiar with this world, he must start from the most basic, just like surviving in the wild, and be cautious in everything.
If you lose it accidentally, you may die.
When Mu Fan clicked the button, the entire corridor darkened, as if he had returned to the scene when he first entered the battle network and encountered darkness, and there was silence all around.
Soon, a bit of light came from the front. There was light behind the metal swing door. With a clicking sound, the corridor where Mu Fan was in disappeared. He stepped on the ground, that kind of special composite material floor. A ray of light enveloped Mu.
Within a radius of ten meters, everything was still dark.
What a real feeling! Mu Fan was secretly shocked. It felt like he was back to the days of hunting in the deep forest at night.
No! What's going on with this atmosphere and this sense of oppression?! Why is my heart beating so hard?
"Whoosh"
"Who!!" Mu Fan turned around suddenly. At this moment, he was no longer the silent and low-key young man. At this moment, his back was slightly arched and his arm bones were making slight noises.
There was a figure flashing past in the shadow on the right. If it weren't for Mu Fan's extraordinary facial senses, he wouldn't have been able to detect it.
Mu Fan clenched his fists and pressed his body even lower, like a wild wolf preparing to kill. Another heartbeat sounded.
What's going on? It feels so real. The abnormal beating of the heart when encountering danger in the wild can be clearly fed back into the PO world, but what the fat man said before was not so real.
Phew! Another shadow flashed past, and Mu Fan turned around suddenly. He could see at night, but he still couldn't see the end of the surrounding area or the appearance of the shadow. He could feel that the shadow was consciously stuck.
The blind spot in his vision.
There was no one there anymore. Suddenly, Mu Fan's pupils shrank instantly, his body dwarfed, his neck tilted slightly, and then the sound of breaking through the air came from his ears. It was a sneak attack at extremely fast speed.
Metal weapons! Danger!
There was another burst of sound in the air. When this sound appeared, Mu Fan knew that it was too late to avoid it. He stretched out his forearm muscles and stretched out his hand.
Hiss, it hurts. The feeling of solid metal hitting the flesh, Mu Fan felt like his bones were about to break.
Is this still a virtual world? The rookie training that Fatty said is so difficult?
"Whoosh" I didn't have time to think more, and suddenly there was a slight strange sound in my ears.
He ran to the left again, and Mu Fan turned around quickly and alertly.
How insidious! Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the short metal stick coming through the air. Mu Fan became furious. He instantly leaned down and touched the ground with his hands. His legs collapsed with all his strength and bounced up like a cannonball. He punched out with his fist.
But Mu Fan seemed to have forgotten that this was in the PO Battle Network. He was not yet sure about the attenuation of his power in the virtual world, so he watched the metal short stick smoothly change direction in the air, and then
Infinite magnification in the field of view.
Bang! Mu Fan felt his skull crack under the stick, and felt that his consciousness was scattered in all directions by the violent blow. The brain's compulsive fear reaction in the face of death changed the touch,
The feeling of collapse in one blow, the feeling of powerlessness of losing control of the body, and the... infinite attachment to life.
At this moment, the huge blow to the consciousness even exceeded the pain of the skull being broken and the brain being exploded. Did he die just like that?...
Huh? Why is the consciousness still there? Isn't the person lying on the ground not me? Suddenly, a tiny whirlwind rolled up and swept my "body" on the ground into it, and then the "corpse" was shattered into light spots in the whirlwind.
Suddenly reorganized, a suction force brought him into the darkness and then into the light.
Is this death? Mu Fan looked down at his intact self, touched his head to make sure he was fine, and couldn't help but feel afraid.
Fortunately, it's in a virtual world.
"How does death feel?"
When he heard the voice coming from behind, the unhurried tone made the hairs on Mu Fan's body stand up, but he did not turn around. He restrained his subconscious behavior.
"Tsk, tsk, this is the first time I've had such a reaction." There was a hint of mocking praise in that faint tone.
Mu Fan turned around after confirming that his body did not feel any danger.
A figure emerged from the darkness. It was a darkness that was thicker than the dark night. Step by step, it gradually came closer. Mu Fan did not hear the slightest sound. This man's control of the leg muscles was simply outrageous.
The figure in darkness walked to the edge of the central light and stopped. Although he was closer, Mu Fan couldn't see his appearance even more clearly. He only saw a pair of eyes hidden under the cloak when he raised his head.
Dark green eyes.
"Little guy, welcome to the newbie training camp. I am the instructor here. Relax, little rookie." It was still the same light tone, as if he was drinking a glass of boiled water when he introduced himself.
Phew, Mu Fan almost forgot that this was in a virtual world again.
"Hello, instructor." Mu Fan always treated his instructor with respect.
"Um."
PO Battle.net is so realistic that even the tone of system characters can be imitated.
"Is this a training camp for newbies?" Mu Fan always felt that something was wrong.
"yes"
"Are you my fighting instructor?"
"yes"
"How do i call you?"
The "Fighter" figure waved his hand boredly.
"Fighter instructor?"
"kindness"
"How should we train next?" Mu Fan put aside his doubts.
"Let's do it again. Remember to come when we go online tomorrow." Before Mu Fan could even bother to answer, he saw the figure waving his left arm, bringing up a burst of afterimages, and the familiar whistle of a short stick was accompanied by the sound of broken bones.
"So... insidious." Mu Fan blocked the stick with his arm, but his bent arm and collapsed ribs made him so painful that he could hardly speak.
"Today's training is over, remember to come tomorrow." With a backhand, he felt the familiar feeling again, and the helpless feeling that he could not avoid. Mu Fan once again experienced the feeling of his skull being shattered by a heavy blow.
Looking at Mu Fan who turned into light and disappeared before his eyes, this figure seemed to kill a fly casually.
The corners of the fighting instructor's mouth under the cloak lifted up, and then the green pair of eyes faded into the darkness, and the faint muttering to himself also disappeared in the complete darkness.