A day later.
Under Ke Meng's control, the power-leveling puppet could now fight at supersonic speeds, but the more intense the combat became, the more it drained his stamina.
It was as though he could no longer spare any attention for his own body. All his energy had to go into the power-leveling puppet, or he could not sustain supersonic combat.
The faster the speed, the stricter the demands on timing.
Once combat reached supersonic speeds, a difference of a single millisecond could cost him his life.
When Tangyuan accelerated to supersonic speeds, its thinking also shifted to a beast's instinctive approach to combat, processing all information within milliseconds.
Five seconds later, Tangyuan had beaten the power-leveling puppet senseless.
Ke Meng tried several times, sweating profusely, but his mental energy could not sustain another fight.
Tangyuan gave an amused bark. Playing games with its master was fun, even if this was nothing more than the simplest possible warm-up.
White Sugar stared up at the sky, pretending not to have seen anything.
After resting for an hour and recovering some of his energy, Ke Meng took out a camera and guided the power-leveling puppet through using it. For now, he had no intention of attempting any intense activity.
Operating the camera was easy. The puppet got the hang of it in less than a minute and filmed a clip a little over ten seconds long.
Then, following Ke Meng's instructions, the power-leveling puppet imported the video file onto a phone.
Ke Meng spent the entire day controlling the power-leveling puppet as it performed simple tasks.
Simple though they were, they still tested his judgment. Each new method of control he mastered deepened his understanding of the power-leveling puppet.
The sun sank in the west, and the sky gradually darkened.
The black