"What a familiar warrior tutorial!" Xi Ye narrowed his eyes, reminiscing as he listened to the players inside wail in agony. He remembered how, when he was young and still with his family, his instructor had trained him.
Of course... it had not been quite as insane as this. To train their students' muscle perception, Zanda had them take bullets directly—sniper rifles, Thomson, M4A1, AK47. To make their muscles adapt to the force of different guns, he had them try nearly every one in turn, blasting the students until their skin split and flesh tore as they wailed in agony. By the end of the afternoon, hardly an inch of their bodies remained uninjured. Even Xi Ye, who had been born into a warrior family, found the sight horrifying and thought to himself: As expected of a veteran who clawed his way out of the arena. What a ruthless bastard!
By comparison, the instructors in the other Training Rooms were much gentler. The Bow and Arrow Department instructor taught them how to determine a sniper's position and launch the fastest counterattack. The Spear Department and Broadsword Department instructors taught them how to use combat techniques to break through heavy firepower. The Berserk Department instructor taught them how to quickly disable heavy weapons such as armored vehicles and tanks.
Although their training was also extremely strict, it was nowhere near as bloody as Zanda's. What surprised Xi Ye even more, however, was the players' attitude.
They cursed the game as twisted, but even after Old Zanda had tortured them until they were covered in wounds, they still continued to persevere. When he saw the bloodied men embrace one another after finally completing their training, Xi Ye could not help but sigh inwardly: What a terrifying bunch of natives!
That was why