If there were many types of Hell, then the students of the special training class would definitely find the simulation pod to be one of them.
The first day had passed and almost everyone's eyes were bloodshot.
Under the constant manipulation, their hands trembled slightly as they ate.
The program was extremely intelligent and adjusted its speed according to the body's condition.
The faster the hand speed, the faster the program would be. Of course, this meant they could complete the mission sooner.
Mecha movements couldn't be completed with a single press of a button. It required coordination.
If there was even the slightest deviation, it would be judged as a failure.
Four hundred thousand mecha movements, and this was only the first lesson!
At noon on the first day, some students ate too much due to excessive exercise.
In the afternoon, they vomited it all out.
Using the simulation pods for too long would result in dizziness. Since the pods were constantly vibrating, the human body had to bear a heavy load.
What the students didn't know was that the simulation pods were equipped with a program that only Adepts above the seventh rank could use.
Moreover, not everyone could do it.
Twenty days was the minimum. This was the evaluation the Neptune Group had come up with when they first designed the program.
Those who could complete it were real mecha geniuses, those who could become Emperor-class pilots in the future.
If the students had taken this test before the training, they wouldn't have had a passing rate of even one in five. But now …
Tang Xiao finally finished his meditation on the afternoon of the day the simulation training began.
The moment he opened his eyes, his pupils turned a silvery white.
Then, his body began to undergo strange changes.
His fat body became thinner.
It was as if he had undergone a major transformation.
When his body stopped changing, he became a tall, handsome man.
He looked sixty to seventy percent like Tang Mi.
She looked sixty or seventy percent similar to Tang Mi.
Tang Xiao was satisfied. His eyes shone with excitement.
Tang Xiao's face lit up with satisfaction. His eyes shone with an irrepressible excitement.
"Done?" A pleasant voice came from not far away.
Tang Xiao turned his head and saw a silver-masked woman looking at him from not far away.
He was all too familiar with this voice. He was abused every day. His facial muscles twitched subconsciously. He smiled and said, "Hello, Sister Mika."
Mika nodded in satisfaction.
"Boss's judgment was right. Under the heavy pressure, you completed the natural second awakening of your ability.
He should be at the eighth level now.
Go ahead and continue training. "
Yes, Tang Xiao could be said to have gained the most out of all of them. After ten days of special training, his special ability had finally completed its transformation and entered the eighth level in one fell swoop.
In terms of genetic talent, he had already surpassed Wang Hongyuan. What he needed to do now was to accumulate energy.
He had truly become a Level Eight Mighty One.
Tang Xiao asked, "What should we practice next?"
"Simulation pod, complete the program course." Under Mika's guidance, Lin Huang and the rest of the students walked out of the room.
Soon, Tang Xiao also entered the simulation pod and began his special program training.
The first to complete the first class was the Savage Goddess, Tan Lingyun.
In one day and four hours, Tan Lingyun had completed four hundred thousand cycles of movement.
Even she was pale and felt like vomiting.
But then the second class began.
"Complete the high-speed movements in sequence. Eight directions.
A total of a thousand.
Recalculate after a mistake. "
It was still the same movement, but the number of directions had increased from four to eight. This time, there was no limit of 400,000 movements, but there could be no mistakes.
If a mistake was made, they would have to start over.
Moreover, this time, the frequency of arrowheads appearing was unbelievably high.
This program had a certain level of intelligence. It would adjust the difficulty of the second stage based on the pilot's control speed in the first stage.
So, what Tan Lingyun faced was the upper limit of the difficulty she could handle.
The entire program had a total of eight classes. They were all basic exercises, but they were the ultimate basic exercises.
When Huali provided the program, she only briefly explained it to Lan Jue and Chu Cheng, and the two were already excited.
It was too difficult. Behind every success, there was a devil's program!
So, after the physical abuse, the mental and physical abuse came again!
Some people tried to take a break during the training, pausing the training.
However, they had only stopped for three seconds before the screams were transmitted and shared to every simulation pod.
High voltage electricity!
Trying to slack off?
Hehe!
A week passed. Every day during mealtime, the students' faces were pale and their eyes were blank.
But under the supervision of Zeus's four attendants, no one could slack off. After eating, they were stuffed back into the simulation pod to continue training.
Lan Jue and Huali, however, were nowhere to be seen.
Aside from her Etiquette classes at National Eastern University, and visits to the nursing home every other day, Lan Jue spent the last few days immersed in DreamNet, training with Huali.
The results were remarkable. He could already feel his mecha piloting skills returning to the peak he'd been three years ago.
Over the last few days, news of the god-team battles in DreamNet and Dreamburg spread like wildfire across every planet in the Major League.
It was the focus of everyone's attention.
DreamNet had done a great deal of work. Every day, every DreamNet player would be able to see the promotional video.
The videos were of the Four Divine Monarchs fighting in DreamNet.
As for their opponents, they were described as mysterious.
Four versus five. That was the only information that had been released about the god-team battles.
The Four Divine Monarchs would face five opponents.
Who would emerge victorious?
The officials had also voted.
Based on the results, the Four Divine Monarchs had an overwhelming advantage, with over eighty percent support.
Although the Four Divine Monarchs had been rare in recent years, they still held the top spot in DreamNet's Templar leaderboard.
All sorts of gossip about the Four Divine Monarchs was being circulated.
Lan Jue sat cross-legged in the warehouse behind Skyfire Avenue, meditating.
Huali sat beside him, meditating as well, clad in a black mecha suit.
Black tight-fitting combat uniform, blue hair, and a handsome face.
If any of his fans saw him now …
They'd be screaming.
In terms of appearance, Poseidon.
Absolutely perfect.
"It's about time." Huali opened her eyes.
She looked at Lan Jue.
Lan Jue nodded. Yes, it was about time. The god-team battles were about to begin!
The two of them rose to their feet and walked to their respective pods. Without another word, they boarded their respective pods and connected.
They entered DreamNet.
There was a flash of light, and when they appeared in Dreamburg, they found themselves in the Templar's Sanctuary.
Everyone's attention was focused on them.
More than a hundred mecha pilots of all shapes and sizes were waiting in the main hall.
Lan Jue and Huali's hearts skipped a beat when they saw them.
These were all god-ranked mecha pilots they were talking about!
In all three Major Leagues, there were only about three hundred or so. Here, more than half of them were gathered.
Some of the pilots they'd met before, had been opponents.
Some.
Others they weren't familiar with.
There were also some who looked at them with hostility in their eyes.
"Zeus.
Poseidon, you're finally here.
This is going to be a big one!
I heard there's an s-ranked power gem for the win.
Do you want to sell it? "A humorous voice rang out.
Lan Jue turned her head to see a small, scrawny man with longer arms than a normal man. He wore a clown mask on his face.
His fingers were trembling, a strange expression on his face.
"Long time no see, Clown." Lan Jue greeted him with a smile.
The Clown nodded. "It really has been a long time.
What have you been up to these last few years?
Why haven't you come up?
I've always wanted to fight with you again.
Last time, I really can't accept my loss. "
Lan Jue smirked. "There will be a chance.
You're not going to be our opponent in the god-team battles, are you? "
The Clown chuckled. "Guess!"
"I'm not guessing," Lan Jue said. "I don't want you on my team."
The Clown shrugged. "Too bad, you're wrong.
Don't go easy on me. "
"You're really on my team?"
Lan Jue and Huali exclaimed in unison. Beneath their masks, their faces darkened.
The clown's appearance was strange and somewhat ordinary.
His name was simple.
But in reality, he was one of Dreamburg's strongest fighters.
Number one in hand speed!
There was a legend about the Clown. No one knew what his limits were.
No one!
Lan Jue was number four on the leaderboard, with a record of eighty-seven moves per second.
And the Clown?
His record was a hundred and three moves per second.
He was the only human with a hand speed over a hundred moves per second.
Lan Jue and the Clown had fought once before. It was the most difficult fight he'd had in DreamNet.
He remembered clearly how he couldn't keep up with the Clown's pace.
The Clown was the only person he'd ever seen with his own eyes. He could summon three doppelgangers.
But having a fast hand speed had its drawbacks. When the Clown's hand speed increased, even he couldn't control it.
In the end, Lan Jue took advantage of one of the Clown's habits and gambled his way through the Clown.
The Clown was number ten on the Templar Leaderboard.
Lan Jue's hand speed had improved, but there was still a long way to go before the Clown's.
Team fights were different from individual fights. With the Clown's hand speed, he'd be a nightmare for his opponents.
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I used to play video games, and I dabbled in eSports. We used to play StarCraft, and I really wanted to have a pair of cramped hands.
But I did manage to get them, but they could only be used for writing. My gaming AP was only 200.
But I could write AP600 +. That's how the Tang Sect came about.
If only I could play games that fast. I'd be China's Li Jiedong! _
Call me the legendary number one cramp hand in the world, Lil 'Tang!
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