Crushing

Fatty and Mu Fan sat in the directional hover car, introducing the relevant knowledge in the PO to Mu Fan.

"The place we are going to is the training base. The basic training in the PO Battle Network will be held there. The degree of freedom in this world is very high. If an account with a familiar application comes in, you can choose not to go. But you and I still suggest going."

Mu Fan listened attentively and then said, "What kind of training are we going there for?"

"Mainly mecha operation, and one-on-one combat. But that doesn't mean much because it is obvious that you know how to fight and you don't know how to do it. This is just a simulation battle, and there is no substantial improvement in your skills. The purpose of this base is to let you familiarize yourself with this world as soon as possible."

"Okay." Mu Fan did not ask more.

When they were talking, they had reached their destination.

"You go in. I am going to the combat area. I have memorized the coordinates of this training base. Call me when you are familiar with it."

The fatty rubbed his hands. The New Recruit Camp was boring. As an old bird, he could not do anything when he came. What training base? What a joke. Was he going to fight the dummy for an entire day?

"Okay, I'll contact you when you come out. Thanks, too." Mu Fan looked at the fatty gratefully.

"You're welcome. Don't be so formal since we are friends. I'm waiting for you to come out and take me. I'll go first!" The fatty waved his hand indifferently, then excitedly dashed into the teleportation point beside him. With a whoosh, he was gone.

Mu Fan looked down at the wristband light screen. The Lemon Balloon showed that they were not in the same area anymore, and his rank was written on the back: Silver Quality, Star 1.

Mu Fan shook his head and walked into the light blue space door.

His body went through a thin film. It was cold, and then he appeared in an empty corridor.

Following the blue guiding light from his feet, Mu Fan walked to a metal revolving door and pressed a light button.

"Recruit" Lord Egg "Hello, this is Base 341 Training Center."

Mu Fan's facial muscles twitched unconsciously. He just wanted to ask if he could change his nickname.

"Please choose your training program. One, solo combat training. Two, mecha pilot training."

When Mu Fan heard the voice, he saw two options displayed on the electronic screen in front of him. He stretched out his fingers.

"Single combat," answered Mu Fan decisively.

He had to familiarize himself with both types of training, starting with individual combat and then familiarizing himself with mecha training. Mu Fan's plan was clear. If he wanted to familiarize himself with this world, he had to start with the basics. It was like surviving in the wild. He had to be careful in everything. The slightest mistake could cost him his life.

When Mu Fan pressed the button, the whole corridor went dark. It was as if he had returned to the dark scene when he first entered the Battle Network. The surroundings were silent.

Soon, a beam of light came from the front. Light shone through the metal revolving door, and the corridor Mu Fan was in disappeared with a click. He stepped on the ground, which was made of special composite materials. A beam of light covered ten meters around Mu Fan, and it was still dark.

It felt so real! Mu Fan was secretly shocked. It felt like he had returned to the days when he hunted in the deep forest at night.

No! What was with the atmosphere and the pressure? Why was his heart beating so fast?

Swish!

"Who is it?!" Mu Fan suddenly turned his head. He was no longer the taciturn and low-key youth. At this moment, his back was slightly bent, and the bones in his arms creaked slightly.

A figure flashed in the shadow on the right. If it wasn't for Mu Fan's extraordinary facial features, it would have been impossible to notice.

Mu Fan clenched his fists and lowered his body even more. He was like a wild wolf ready to pounce. Another heartbeat sounded.

What was going on? It felt so real. The abnormal beating of his heart when he encountered danger in the wild could be clearly reflected in the PO world, but what Fatty said before was not so real.

* Whoosh! * Another shadow flashed by, and Mu Fan suddenly turned his head. He could see at night, but he could not see the end of his surroundings, nor could he see what the shadow looked like. He could feel that the shadow was deliberately blocking his vision.

There was no one else. Suddenly, Mu Fan's pupils shrank, and he bent his body. His neck slanted slightly, and then the sound of air being torn apart came from his ear. It was a sneak attack with extreme speed.

Metal weapons! Danger!

There was another air-piercing sound. When the sound appeared, Mu Fan knew that it was too late to dodge. He flexed his muscles and stretched out his hands.

"Hiss, it hurts." Mu Fan felt like his bones were going to break from the feeling of solid metal hitting his body.

Was this still the virtual world? The rookie training that Fatty mentioned was so difficult?

Swish! Before he could think further, he heard a soft sound.

He ran to the left again and Mu Fan quickly turned back.

"So insidious!" From the corner of his eye, Mu Fan saw the metal bat coming through the air. He made up his mind, bent down, and put his hands on the ground. He used all the strength in his legs to shoot up like a cannonball and punched fiercely.

However, Mu Fan seemed to have forgotten that he was in the PO Battle Network. His strength and reflexes are not present accurately in the virtual world, so he watched helplessly as the metal bat made a smooth turn in the air and then magnified infinitely in his vision.

Bang! Mu Fan felt his skull split open under the blow. He felt his consciousness being knocked away by the violent blow. The compulsory fear reaction in his brain when facing death would break his senses, the feeling of powerlessness in his body, and his infinite longing for life.

At that moment, the huge blow to his consciousness was more than the pain of his skull cracking and his brain splitting. Was he going to die just like that?

Huh? Why was his consciousness still there? Wasn't he the one lying on the ground? Suddenly, a small whirlwind swept up his "corpse" on the ground, and then "his" corpse "shattered into light spots in the whirlwind and suddenly reformed. A suction force brought him into darkness and light.

"Is this death?" Mu Fan looked down at his undamaged self and touched his head to ensure that he was safe. He couldn't help feeling a little afraid.

Fortunately, they were in the virtual world.

"How does death feel?"

When he heard the sound coming from his back, the unhurried tone made Mu Fan's hair stand on end, but he did not turn around. He restrained his subconscious behavior.

"Tsk, tsk. Why didn't you react like you did on first time." There was a hint of mockery in his tone.

When Mu Fan confirmed that his body did not feel any danger, he turned around.

A figure emerged from the darkness. It was darker than the night. Step by step, he approached. Mu Fan did not hear a single sound. This person's control over his leg muscles was appalling.

The figure in the darkness walked to the edge of the center of the light and stopped. Although he was closer, Mu Fan could not see him clearly. He could only see a pair of dark green eyes under the cloak when he raised his head.

"Little guy, welcome to the newbie training camp. I am the instructor here. Relax, rookie." His tone was still calm, and he introduced himself.

Mu Fan almost forgot that he was in the virtual world again.

"Hello, Instructor." Mu Fan had always been respectful to his instructors.

"Okay."

PO Battle Network was too realistic. The system character could even imitate the tone.

"Is this the beginner's training camp?" Mu Fan felt that something was wrong.

"Yes."

"Are you my combat instructor?"

"Yes."

"How do I address you?"

The figure of the "fighter" waved his hand, bored.

"A combat instructor?"

"Okay."

"How should we train next?" Mu Fan was relieved.

"One more time. Remember to come back tomorrow when you are online." Before Mu Fan could respond, the figure waved his left arm, leaving a trail of afterimages behind. The familiar sound of the baton was accompanied by the sound of bones cracking.

"So… insidious." Mu Fan's arm blocked the stick, but his crooked arm and the collapsed ribs hurt so much that he could hardly speak.

"Today's training is over. Remember to come tomorrow." He drew back his hand. It was a familiar feeling, a feeling of powerlessness that he could not avoid. Mu Fan once again experienced the feeling of his skull being crushed by a heavy blow.

Mu Fan, who had turned into a beam of light and disappeared, looked like he had just swatted a fly.

The corner of the mouth under the cloak of the combat instructor lifted, and then the pair of dark green eyes faded into the darkness. The faint voice of self disappeared into the complete darkness.

"Ah, a fighter… Interesting…"