Lu Xiaoran's eyes were filled with disbelief. When sparring against the male pilots, she could always say coolly, "Give me an 8!"
But there was no way she could go over there now and say, "Give me a 12!"
That would be suicide. Besides, the training staff here would never let her attempt that level. If she wanted to get herself killed, why would anyone else agree to such a request?
She noticed him constantly making various movements inside. Although she had no idea what he was doing, one thing was clear... he was already extremely practiced at handling this kind of overload training!
Lu Xiaoran took a deep breath. She had never thought men were particularly impressive, so she had been unwilling to admit defeat since childhood. Otherwise, she could not have beaten up every one of the more than twenty boys in her class. But at this moment, for the first time, she felt utterly powerless.
She knew that no matter how hard she trained, reaching 9 Gs might be possible, but 11 Gs was simply a fantasy!
When the training machine finally came to a complete stop and opened up, revealing that familiar face inside, the male pilots immediately opened the door.
Everyone at the entrance rushed in. Their thought was simple: if he could not walk, they could help support him. After all, staying conscious at 11 Gs was already incredible. As for what condition he would be in after coming out, none of them knew.
But the moment they rushed through the doorway, they saw that he had already walked completely out of the machine.
And when he emerged, all their pupils contracted sharply, and they instinctively stopped in their tracks. Jiang Yan Hai, who had just walked out of the anti-overload training machine, was