Vent

Mu Fan's body stopped again. He felt as if his feet were being sucked into the ground. Every time he tried to lift his feet, he had to use several times more strength.

Yes, that was the feeling! The energy in his body was burning! The energy from the huge amount of food he ate earlier was released from his cells, and an endless stream of energy came from all over his body.

Crack! The sound of bones rubbing against each other could be heard clearly.

Puff, puff, puff. The white rubber bullets were now Mu Fan's body like a cheetah. At the moment, 12 rubber bullets were sprayed out every time in the 35-gravity room. Mu Fan's evasion route was blocked by rapid bullets from all directions.

"Ahhhh!" The hair on Mu Fan's head was quickly moved to the back, and his sweat formed a thin line in the air.

Mu Fan's body turned into a gray shadow. He squatted, jumped, and stepped on the wall. There was the sound of air being torn from his right side! He turned his body by force, and his right hand shot out like lightning. He grabbed the rubber ball that had just passed his eyes.

As his body fell, Mu Fan once again pushed with both hands. His body was like a compressed spring, and he instantly bounced back after being tightly pressed! His legs drew an arc in the air and stepped on the two rubber bullets on the wall. His body flashed and bounced again!

A gray bolt of lightning danced rapidly in the confined space.

Bam! Bam! Two rubber bullets hit the wall and rolled on the floor. Mu Fan missed two bullets and caught nine of the 12 bullets that came at him at the same time.

'Since I can't hit them all, I'll continue to increase the number of times I can dodge them'. Mu Fan's chest rose and fell rapidly. The high-gravity explosion made his chest feel like it was burning, and the air he exhaled was hot.

The rose-red color flashed in his eyes.

Thirty-eight slot!

3.8 times gravity!

Fifteen rubber bullets!

The bullet speed was 15% faster than before!

The white trajectory that flashed through the air wove into a net!

However, Mu Fan's movements suddenly became agile! He attacked like a ferocious tiger and leaped like a cheetah! Don't let yourself be hit, don't let yourself be hit.

Mu Fan gave up chasing the bullets. He could feel the rapid depletion of his stamina under such high gravity.

Mu Fan began to conserve his energy. He was not attacking blindly, he was not being violent.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Fatty, who was in the hall, could not hear the sound of interweaving raindrops in the gravity room not far away. He also saw Mu Fan, who was following the shadow, almost turning into an illusion.

Ah!! ~ Ha! This time, the 15 shots were in a concentrated formation. Mu Fan saw that he could not dodge in a small way, so he tensed up, jumped, and ran diagonally against the wall.

The rubber bullets hit his back.

All the bullets missed. Mu Fan dodged the attack with his unparalleled leg strength and reflexes.

Mu Fan felt that he had used up more energy than he had in the past two days since the training began.

He wanted to use a stronger force to drive the breathing in his lungs. He wanted to use a stronger contraction to spur his heart to burst with surging momentum. He wanted to use a stronger willpower to force himself to focus and feel every attack.

The fifth round of attacks missed again…

40 slots! Mu Fan roared again.

He did not add the third gear this time. The 40th gear was a watershed between the lobby and the VIP. He felt that he was reaching his limit, and his body was getting heavier.

"Ah!" With gravity on his body, Mu Fan's muscles solidified again, but this time, the 17 bullets came at a faster speed, with almost no pause between them! It was completely different from before, when the bullets were loaded like machine guns. At a slight pause, Mu Fan's sharp senses detected it. One second! Just one second, not even giving you a chance to think.

Several white lines intertwined and blocked almost all of Mu Fan's escape routes.

Mu Fan noticed that there was a spot on both sides that could break out of the blockade. On the left! Without hesitation, Mu Fan took a leap, but this time, he felt that he had used all his muscles. He was just a little bit away from breaking out, just a little bit more.

Slap! A rubber bullet hit Mu Fan's calf, and it was instantly swollen.

A careless move interrupted the rhythm, and then a dense rain of bullets came. Mu Fan protected his head and rolled.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" Mu Fan felt a burning pain in his back, but he was more concerned about the frustration in his heart. He had failed to clear Level 40.

"Training stopped if the players were hit ten times." With a vibration, the lights on the ground gradually dimmed, and the bright white light in the room was turned on.

"Gravity is falling, 40, 35, 30…"

His body suddenly became lighter, as if a huge rock had been removed from his chest. Mu Fan curled up on the floor and breathed heavily. He was a little hurt, but he could only practice in the hall!

"Are you discouraged just like that?" Suddenly, a cheap voice sounded in the room.

"Black egg!" Mu Fan immediately reacted.

"Please call me Lord Black! You are Lord Egg! Don't call me that again." Black's voice came from the speaker again.

Mu Fan's mood inexplicably improved after being interrupted by the haters.

Mu Fan stood up and stretched his back. This training room was cruel.

The monitor in the room was aimed at Mu Fan, and black laughter was heard again. "Hahaha, Mu Fan, I have hacked into the system of this dojo. There was no video of the training just now. I forgot to tell you beforehand that there would not be any rubber bullets training before the 40th-tier. The 40-80-tier VIP room is open for rubber bullets training."

Blackie paused and said happily, "So you don't have to be discouraged, young man!"

If the gravity machine was black now, Mu Fan believed he would tear the room down.

The bitch's laughter continued for a while, and then her voice came again. "Mu Fan, do you feel unwell under the high gravity just now?"

"No." Mu Fan seemed to understand the meaning of "haters."

"What do you think? Describe it in detail. I need the information you provided to judge," Black continued to ask.

"Although my body feels heavy, it feels no different when I dodge."

"During the 32nd slot, is there any brain hypoxia, dark vision?" Black suddenly asked.

"No," said Mu Fan firmly after thinking about it.

"Your ancestry—well, we have deduced that there is a blood succession gene. One of your parents must be from a high-gravity planet, and there is a special genetic factor in the blood. According to the inverse formula of the bloodline factor generation reduction, your people should live on more than 3.47 times the standard gravity, not on the planet they are currently on, or even on the planet within ten light-years of the planet's database. The further distance deduction will require you to further develop the interstellar network to provide me with synchronized data, so work hard, young man."

"I'll continue to visit the planetary network. This world is very interesting. When you go back, remember to hide my carrier. I'll contact you when I need it."

The black voice disappeared.

"By the way, I left a back door for you to access this room. When you enter, you will automatically activate the rubber ball mode," said another voice from the wall five seconds later.

Mu Fan was speechless. Was this a free-range farm? It would be easier if he did not need to manage it himself. He had to leave a contact method. What would he do if he wanted to find him?

Since entering the Internet, the character of the haters had become more unreliable.

Mu Fan felt that he needed to adapt to the unreliable and mysterious characteristics of being in the dark.

It was comfortable to move around. It was almost time to go out and wait for Fatty. Mu Fan stretched.

Hiss, it hurts.

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