Two more days passed, and Han Lang soaked himself in cold water that ordinary people could not imagine as usual. Now Han Lang has been able to withstand the ultra-low temperature waters of minus 110 degrees, and practiced continuously for more than three hours without being hurt.

After the training, Han Lang crawled out of the super cold pool, with white steam rising all over his body, while his skin was red and his body temperature was rising rapidly.

Crack ~

Han Lang swallowed a nuclear kinetic energy, an illegal drug used to enhance the source power. It can stimulate the large-scale production and release the source power of the zero-degree brain domain. There are millions of soldiers who die or are paralyzed every year due to taking nuclear kinetic energy. They have long been ranked among the most dangerous banned drugs in the Galaxy Alliance.

But Han Lang has a special anti-toxic constitution. He not only takes nuclear kinetic energy every day, but also takes it once before and after training. If an ordinary soldier eats nuclear kinetic energy like Han Lang, he would have died a hundred times long ago.

Swish ~

A large amount of source power began to pour into Han Lang's body, eliminating his fatigue and filling him with strength. Even after three hours and forty minutes of extreme training, Han Lang felt that he was still capable of fighting with anyone!

This is only the power of Han Lang. He practices wildly, learns wildly, and takes drugs that others dare not use! So his level is as fast as a rocket.

There was a mirror in the training room. Han Lang was wearing his coat in front of the mirror. He had very obvious muscles on his body. If someone pinched Han Lang's biceps, he would find that Han Lang's muscles were too special, harder than steel, and did not look like the type of muscle that humans should have.

This is the additional effect brought by long-term extreme cultivation. While increasing the level at a high speed, Han Lang is becoming as strong as a robot. He once compared with his teammate Singberg, who has the highest level. He has a four-star intermediate level and is a pride of a generation of heaven with a source index of nearly 50,000.

If you don't use superpowers to fight in close combat, it will be difficult for Sinberg, who has a ten times more powerful source than Han Lang, to tie with Han Lang, because Han Lang's muscles are too hard, and it is like wearing armor and have first-class ability to resist strikes. It will be difficult for Sinberg to hurt him. On the other hand, if Han Lang punches Sinberg, it will make Sinberg grin in pain.

In short, under the guidance of the strange old man Zong Wudao, Han Lang grew up rapidly like never before, with his demonic energy soaring into the sky, becoming less and less like a normal human.

The training camp has advanced facilities, and there is a large-screen computer with a high configuration in the room. Han Lang took off the necklace from his neck, took out the dark web login program installed in the memory card, and habitually found Zong Wudao.

As Han Lang and Zong Wudao became more and more familiar with each other, they began to chat with videos. Zong Wudao was no longer as cold as before, but his requirements for Han Lang became more and more strict. If there was a slight mistake in the training, Zong Wudao would scold Han Lang harshly.

Han Leng saw Zong Wudao's serious old face and smiled and said, "Teacher, the established task has been completed. I feel that I can enter the waters below zero and 120 degrees Celsius to practice."

Zong Wudao nodded slightly and looked at Han Lang's training records carefully today. The physiological test opportunities he carried with him sent Han Lang's daily training records to Zong Wudao, heartbeat, blood pressure, source power consumption, etc., no matter how many.

Han Lang gradually discovered that Zong Wudao's guidance on his own practice is really not casual. It seems that there is some kind of cultivation science that he does not understand. Zong Wudao is determined through data when the temperature is lowered and when the intensity is increased.

Zong Wudao nodded slightly, "Well, the source power index is 4,257. According to the current level standards of the Galaxy, you are already a three-star intermediate warrior, and all indicators are excellent. You will enter the minus 120 degrees water tomorrow. The cultivation goal is still the 46th set."

Han Lang touched his head and said, "Teacher, it's another 46-piece? I'm now a weirdo in the legion. I only know the 46-piece at the three-star intermediate level, and I haven't learned any other martial arts."

Zong Wudao glared at his eyes, "What? Are you not satisfied?"

Han Lang shook his head quickly and said, "That's not the case. I have always believed in the teacher's arrangement."

After changing the subject, Han Lang thoughtfully said: "The situation on Earth has been getting worse recently. Yesterday, he was attacked thirteen times, and even a plundering group tried to attack a very large city on Earth, causing major casualties."

"Our legion is doing war preparations like crazy recently. The large army trains from morning to night every day. The legion supervisor comes to see our wolf teeth tactics every day and asks me several times in a row. How good is the tactical preparation level, I answered that there is no problem."

"Teacher, if I guess correctly, we may be on the battlefield in these two days."

Zong Wudao raised his eyelids gently, then nodded and said, "I know what you are talking about. Do you think if you learn some martial arts, you might be able to perform better on the battlefield, right?"

"That's how I think." Han Lang said without any concealment.

Zong Wudao sighed and said, "To be honest, it is indeed time for you to learn martial arts. If you don't mention this battle, you will also go to the last stage of the stress test in two months. At that time, you will need martial arts."

"But you have to know that you are different from others at all. Learning martial arts may be a benefit, but if you don't do it well, it's a harm. After all, your superpowers and combat characteristics are too special. You must be cautious when choosing a martial arts."

"As for the battle you are going to participate in, don't worry, your body is now harder than anyone else, your toxin resistance is stronger than anyone else, and your superpowers are unique. These three are your foundation. If you can play your true fighting spirit and be good at utilizing the characteristics of the Forty-sixtite, you will be an excellent warrior."

Han Lang thought for a while and nodded, "I understand, hasteness will not be achieved. Instead of cramming for a while, it is better to use what I have now as much as possible."

After training, Han Lang had to take his comrades from the Genius Camp to practice wolf teeth tactics. Seeing that the time was almost the same, Han Lang said goodbye to Zong Wudao, turned around and left his dedicated training room to go to the hall.

The team members were already here, all around the big screen, looking intently, An Beibei dialed the phone anxiously at the other end of the hall.

"Let's go, we're starting!" Han Lang shouted with a wave of his arms.

Strangely, I ignored him. Everyone is very active in training.

Chen Chong turned his head and said in a depressing voice: "Wait a moment, Sydney has been attacked."

Cold was stunned and quickly came to the big screen. I saw that the famous Sydney Opera House was in the picture. Now this landmark building has turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the shell-shaped hall has completely collapsed.

The camera gradually pulled into the distance, and the huge city was in a mess, with countless fire points and countless wailing sounds.

On the side of the broken street, the broken street light pressed on a mother's back. The mother curled up and protected her young son under her. The little guy cried loudly, but couldn't wake up the sleeping mother.

A skyscraper fell down, and a slender arm poked out of the ruins. Obviously, this arm belonged to a young woman, pointing her finger to the sky, and the sound of crying for help became weaker and weaker. There were still many buried lives under the ruins. They even lost consciousness before they could even make a shout.

The helicopter cameras kept switching to the tragedy after the disaster in Sydney City. There was no sound, and the live TV broadcast was in awkward silence. Perhaps even the live broadcaster didn't know what to say at this moment.

An Beibei was still making calls, but unfortunately there was always a busy voice on the other end of the phone.

Chen Chong sighed lightly, lowered his voice and said to Han Lang: "She's family is in Sydney."

Han Lang didn't say anything, and no one spoke.

Suddenly, An Beibei, who had always been cheerful, burst out in silence. She smashed the phone in her hand against the wall, smashing it to pieces, and used her fist to hit the wall made of alloy, punching one punch after another.

Oh ~

It was hard to imagine that from the throat of such a beautiful girl, she finally cried out like a beast, crying out of the hall hysterically, rushed into the yard, facing the stars all over the sky, and cried so hard that she burst into tears.

"I'll go see her, you can continue training." Sinberg stood up and said.

"Who has the heart to train at this critical moment?" Chen Chong patted his head with his big hand and said with red eyes.

Sinberg's figure suddenly stopped. He didn't look back and said in a deep voice: "I shouldn't have said that, but my cousin who works on the Atlantic told me that they were required to complete the first-class maintenance of the entire ship at the latest tonight."
Chapter completed!