At this point, Tang Lang's first phase of training ends.
Although it did not complete the sixteen "military boxing" movements it had initially submitted within the "data month" stipulated by Hobatoru, for the first time Hobaorou did not sneer at Tang Lang on this matter, but instead had a look on his face.
He came over to "bring tea and water" to the exhausted Tang Lang, and even fanned Tang Lang with his fat hand.
She looks like a close-fitting little maid.
This made Tang Lang very vigilant, this guy was definitely going to cause trouble.
In the face of Tang Lang's greatly improved hand speed and ability to control mechas, the sixteen "Military Fist" moves are no longer too difficult. In just ten "data days", Tang Lang can
I can already use the mecha to use the military fist that has been integrated into my own bones. From "blocking and punching" to "throwing the crotch and lifting the crotch" to "strike the waist and choke the throat", every move is not bad at all, even if
He was the most demanding training instructor in the Republic on Blue Star, and he couldn't find any flaws.
Sure enough, Hobrou would not let Tang Lang go so easily. His "martial arts dream" had never been broken, even if his so-called "Nine Yang Divine Skills" and "Nine Yin White Bone Claws" were used by Tang Lang in a simple and cruel way.
He was extremely bad at fighting skills. However, he always believed that it was because he was not good at it, rather than because his skills were not strong enough.
So, it collected "Yue Family Gun", "Tai Chi Stick", "Baji Boxing", "Shaolin Boxing", "Xingyi Boxing", "Wing Chun Boxing"... and even from the Blue Star Internet
What about "Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu", "Muay Thai", "Taekwondo"...
Anyway, as long as the maps that can be collected in its database are displayed one by one, Tang Lang can control the mecha to complete it.
Tang Lang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he had to bow his head under the eaves. He could only cooperate with the low taste of this man who was determined to train a mecha "martial arts master", otherwise God knows, this guy would come up with other disgusting training content.
Tang Lang's idea was right. When Tang Lang spent more than five "data months" to complete the movements on these massive martial arts and Chinese martial arts charts one by one, Hobadorou came up with a few moves.
The first movement is to lift the mecha's hind legs, stretch its arms, spread the mecha's waist and abdomen as far as possible, and the palm tips of the upper and lower arms should be in contact with the soles of the feet. The picture in Tang Lang's mind at that time was this: a fat man was clumsily moving
Practice gymnastics...
An indescribable feeling that cannot be seen directly.
But this action gave Tang Lang, who had become more and more proficient in controlling mechas, a sense of challenge. Compared with more rigid martial arts or Chinese martial arts moves, to complete such an action, the input of control commands was up to three times more difficult.
I don't know how big it is.
When Tang Lang was exhausted every day, even the face of the body lying in the simulation virtual cabin showed a trace of paleness. It took a full "data month" to finally "stand up..." for the last time.
After the action of issuing about forty instructions in one second is completely completed.
"It's not qualified. The ground clearance of your mecha's hips is not enough. It should be raised a little higher. The most important thing is your mecha's head. The light should be a little lighter. Yes, it's just like how you usually feel when you squint your eyes.
Also, the corners of the mouth can definitely be cracked a little more! Yes, use some micro-control to make the mecha's facial expression a little more intoxicating..." Fatty Bai's voice sounded in the ears of the relieved Tang Lang.
Rings.
Tang Lang was like a carp, and Tang Warrior's mecha was like a tiger coming out of the gate. It suddenly jumped up from the ground, jumped five or six meters into the air, and then stepped down boldly.
Trampling the fat white man with a mean face directly into a stream of data.
"You are a master if you can control the mecha to the point where you can show facial expressions! Isn't it enough for me to have strict requirements on you?" Although Fatty Bai was filled with grievances, his malicious voice sounded again.
Without any surprise, it was trampled into a data stream again.
You bitch needs to be beaten to be honest.
"Ouch! Good intentions are being treated like donkeys' liver and lungs! Just wait for me." The white fat man's pitiful howl just disappeared.
The extremely spacious training field behind Tang Lang suddenly disappeared without a trace. The scene that greeted Tang Lang's eyes made him stunned even though his nerves were strong, and he couldn't help but suddenly screamed, "Fuck!"
Fatty Bai's revenge came so quickly.
In the sky, fighter planes were fighting back and forth! The bursts of flames were like the fireworks set off during the Blue Star Spring Festival, only they were much brighter than that.
On the ground, countless artillery fires tore the earth apart, mechas charged at each other like a tide, and the remains of mechas that were destroyed in close combat could be seen everywhere. The light strips drawn by energy cannons and live ammunition complemented each other on the battlefield, forming a death-like formation.
scene.
This is a battlefield! Such a huge battlefield! Thousands of mechas and fighter planes are galloping here. Through the mecha's perception system of the outside world, Tang Lang can even feel the scorching heat emitted by the explosion of energy weapons...
..
Tang Lang, who stood alone on the battlefield and personally experienced the war mode of this era, had no fear. He was just amazed and amazed at the processing power of the hob meat. How powerful a "CPU" must be to instantly build such a huge macro and look real.
Incomparable world.
There is a huge gap between the technology of foreign civilizations and the technology that Tang Lang understands.
However, Tang Lang had no time to continue his exclamation. He was in the center of the battlefield where the two sides were fighting. Many Qin Warriors and Tang Warriors mechas that he was already familiar with fell down beside him. The remains of the mechas were still emitting arcs and residual fire after the explosion.
Proves the situation on the battlefield.
To the left and right of Tang Lang, there is a mecha that looks like a gorilla carrying two knives and a gun. There are at least more than a hundred of them, like a group of standing mechas.
The armor-like beasts have already surrounded him heavily.
Then, on the screen in front of Tang Lang, a row of words and the unique humble voice of Hobdorou suddenly flashed, "Brother announces that the actual combat test has begun!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Lang had no time to react. The orangutan mechas from all directions opened fire on Tang Lang!
Tang Lang was suddenly surrounded.
What a spectacular sight would it be if more than a hundred mechas focused on firing at one machine?
Countless energy cannons crisscrossed the area, all focused on one point.
"Wipe it!" Tang Lang only had time to roar like this before he was drowned in the gunfire.
Even the talented Tang Lang, who had reached the control level of a junior mecha master in a few months, did not have time to raise the energy shield of his Tang Warrior mecha.
Of course, even if it rises, it's probably of little use.
Under the crazy fire of more than a hundred mechas, the energy shield's ability to absorb energy will definitely not be stronger than a soap bubble.
How bright the starry sky is, how brilliant Tang Lang died!
The feeling of "death" that can continuously destroy people's will once again filled Tang Lang's consciousness.
When he was resurrected, Tang Lang clicked on the battle record, and the screen showed the data just now: "88 energy cannons in his body, 34 live metal rounds, mecha survival time, 0.83 seconds, attacks from his mecha, 0.
Combat statistics: 25 bullets in the leg, 56 bullets in the chest, head... System combat evaluation: Unqualified! Training officer evaluation: A scumbag!"
Needless to say, the so-called training officer is naturally the name Hobadorou gave himself.
Tang Lang took a deep breath, suppressing the discomfort all over his body and the fear that remained in his mind.
The simulation system modified by Hobrou can fully intervene in human perception. The ninety-five percent degree of reality gave Tang Lang an extremely painful "death" experience. The feeling of being beaten to a pulp by random cannons was even more intense than before.
Falling to death from a 100-meter-high mountain rock would be much more painful.