The floor was replaced with a specially made composite material floor. The same light enveloped Mu Fan in a ten-meter radius, and everything was still dark. Mu Fan's eyes flashed red, and through the ability of neuron docking to synchronize night vision, a strong
It’s so dark that I can’t even see the edge!
My heart is awe-inspiring, this world is always so full of awe.
"Arrived very early." A low tone came from behind.
Mu Fan was frightened and was on alert in advance, but still couldn't feel his presence.
The fighter in the shadow seemed to know what Mu Fan was thinking, and said again: "Don't be nervous, yesterday was the meeting ceremony, and today the training officially starts."
Mu Fan then turned around and stared hard at the darkness in front of him.
There was only a dark shadow there, not under the central light source.
"Interesting little guy, do you want to see me clearly?" The man seemed to be amused by the behavior of the young man in front of him, with a hint of amusement in his tone.
"Can't see clearly." Mu Fan replied honestly.
Two dark green rays suddenly appeared in the darkness. Those were eyes! At this time, he looked quietly in the direction of Mu Fan.
The figure of the fighter gradually appeared. Although it was in the same black fog, Mu Fan was able to use his ability to clearly see the fighter's whole body... outline, except for the face! The face hidden under the cloak.
There are still only two faint touches of green on the top.
A wide and somewhat shabby cloak covered the whole body, which was incompatible with the characters Mu Fan had seen on PO Battle Network. From this distance, one could notice that the rough fabric was a bit thick, and there were faint traces of sword scratches on it, and the lines were uneven.
of small cracks.
His hands were hanging on both sides, covered with metal gauntlets, and he was holding a metal short stick in his right hand. At this moment, it seemed that the fighter instructor had appeared intentionally. Mu Fan could clearly see that the two ends of the short stick were extremely thick, with complex metal textures wrapped around the light green.
The light, no, there is also the back of the hands on both sides, but the color is darker, and the rest of the parts are hidden under the tattered cloak.
The fighter just stood there naturally, and a sense of vicissitudes mixed with history and iron blood came to him. Mu Fan looked at the person in front of him as if he was facing a martial arts master who had traveled across time and space.
Shocking! The first person to put such huge pressure on Mu Fan was a virtual character in PO Battle Network!
It was extremely true. Was this really arranged by Hei? No matter the tone or the dialogue, I was led away by him.
"Hello, fighter instructor." Mu Fan did not think about anything else and lowered his head in greeting respectfully.
"Very good." The person in front of him spoke, his voice low and hoarse, but penetrating like a knife, going straight into people's hearts.
"You are weak," the person in front of him said, setting the tone, ignoring Mu Fan's dissatisfied look, "I can beat you to death a thousand times with the same stick, do you believe it or not?"
Mu Fan, who was about to refute, was speechless. He believed it! But he was still not convinced.
Seeing the expression on Mu Fan's face, the two shades of green flickered, and he spoke again in a low tone, "It's a good thing to be motivated."
The figure walked around with his hands behind his back, but the words reached his ears accurately, "From today on, you will gradually understand the gap between you and me. But," the tone was slightly emphasized, "from today on
, as long as you can persist, I will make you stronger and stronger until you surpass me..."
"Do you still have any questions?" The figure turned around again, looking at Mu Fan with his green eyes.
"No." Mu Fan is not a person who likes nonsense.
"Very good, let's start the first training today. From now on, I will teach you 2 hours a day. This is a virtual world. I can only teach you skills, all kinds of skills... But you can't keep up in reality.
If the muscle training intensity is too high, then everything you have is just talk." The short stick in the fighter's right hand suddenly started to spin upright in the palm of his hand. The speed was not fast, but it was very steady. Mu Fan noticed that his fingers under the metal wrapping were almost
Not much movement.
"However, you are not in the right state at the moment." The fighter suddenly struck out with his right hand like lightning, at least ten times faster than the rubber bullets in the gravity chamber. He did not even see the afterimage, and the thick short stick was already in his field of vision.
Instead, the metal short stick reached to the middle of the eyebrow, and then it was attached a little forward.
Holding back the throbbing and discomfort of the skin between his eyebrows, Mu Fan did not regard the person in front of him as an avatar at all, and lowered his eyes respectfully, "I have been confused since yesterday."
"Say." Just one word.
"I'm thinking about something and I'd like to ask the instructor for advice."
"Yeah." The fighter said hesitantly.
"I am a sparring partner. I can only be beaten and cannot fight back." Mu Fan looked at the instructor in front of him with bright eyes, "But I want to stand up for my friends."
"Haha." As if he heard something funny, the fighter's deep voice penetrated the black curtain, "Just do it. Until you have the corresponding strength, everything is empty talk."
"So you are anxious, anxious about what to do after you take action?" Like a wise elder, the fighter has seen through the truth.
"Kill out?" The fighter asked himself, "It's funny!"
"Let me ask you, what is a strong person?"
After all, Mu Fan was only a 17-year-old boy, and he didn't quite understand the meaning of the fighter's words at this time.
"You must know Hei. I know your relationship well, so Hei please ask me to teach you."
Mu Fan finally had someone to talk to about what he was holding back in his heart, "I want to become stronger. I have never been more motivated than I am now. Please ask the instructor for guidance!"
"Can you beat me?" The fighter suddenly asked a question lightly.
"Yes!" Mu Fan said resolutely! He had a general judgment of the opponent's strength in his mind.
"Then go, I just want you to endure!! You are a sparring partner!! Then let him beat, but beat him until he surrenders!! Use your brain more." The left hand pointed to his forehead, and at the same time he was mocking
Mu Fan is weak.
"Until you don't have the strength to survive, everything is empty talk! A strong man not only crushes with his muscles, but also embodies his will on a spiritual level!!"
"Of course, if you really can't hold it in, just fight back. If you can't even fight back, then you've really let me down."
Mu Fan's face turned red and he stared, "I can hold on!"
“Then go!!”
Mu Fan suddenly understood in his heart! Then go! Throw away all the annoyances before.
Suddenly Mu Fan's wristband beeped, indicating that someone was calling in reality.
Mu Fan was sure it was coming! He looked up at the fighter instructor and said, "I have to log off first, instructor."
Green eyes looked at Mu Fan for a while, and the fighter turned his back and disappeared into the black mist.
"Go ahead and don't let me down."
…
As soon as Mu Fan took off his helmet, he heard the communicator in the room ringing non-stop, repeating voice reminders, "Trainer Mu Fan, please answer quickly."
"I'm Mu Fan, please speak."
"Come to the fourth floor."
"good!"
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(Quick question in this chapter: Who is the prototype of the fighter instructor?
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