They said they were going to gut the radiation beasts, but there was no way to do that immediately.
At the very least, he had to fully master his upgraded skills first.
So Gao Gong moved to another area and spent two more days grinding.
Over those four days, the spectators' emotions went from shock, to more shock, to disbelief, and finally numbness.
How could you keep going for so long?
Generally speaking, the Mechanical Hunter profession was considered fairly durable in battle. After all, they had to face not only radiation beasts, but all kinds of dangerous environments as well.
But the other party had maintained high-intensity, even life-and-death combat for four whole days—ninety-six hours.
Aside from gnawing on a few nutrient bars and resting for an hour when that low-level robot delivered supplies, he had spent all his remaining time in bloody slaughter.
He did not even stop to take a dump!
Some people suspected that Gao Gong's digestive system had been modified.
That suspicion was correct.
The Reaper's stomach could eat almost anything and digest almost anything, reducing it all to dregs.
So Gao Gong's bowel movements, ahem, were far less frequent than an ordinary person's.
The command center had become busy again. This time, they were not studying Gao Gong's combat system, but his modification system.
There was no other reason. This fellow had too much staying power—he was even fiercer than combat robots.
Robots would suffer wear and tear, yet you had killed thousands of radiation beasts, many of them C-rank leaders. How had you suffered no wear at all?
No, there had to be damage. It was just that his recovery speed was so fast it was beyond comprehension.
There had to be some extremely special modification.
As long as they obtained this modification