The yellow-white lights on the floor began rotating counterclockwise, lighting up, going dark, then lighting up again in sequence.
His breathing grew heavy. Mu Fan shut his eyes tightly. He wanted to force himself into a dead end and see where his limits lay!
Huu—inhale—huu—inhale.
Mu Fan's ears twitched.
Whoosh! Something sliced through the air above and behind him.
Mu Fan's eyes flew open. He sprang up, dodging the attack from behind. Focusing his gaze, he saw a milky-white ball no bigger than a pinky nail. After striking the ground, it rolled along the sloped terrain and into a hole at the center. A Rubber Bullet!
Whoosh!
Again. Mu Fan jerked sideways, and a stream of air grazed past his waist before striking the ground.
Even under 2.3 times gravity, Mu Fan still felt no discomfort. After expanding his chest and taking several deep breaths, he could clearly sense that his body had adapted to the environment—faster than he had imagined.
The muscles in his legs, waist, and arms began to tighten. When he exerted force, they felt denser and more solid. During those few aerial evasions just now, he had fallen about one centimeter short of the height he wanted to achieve. Acceptable!
Interesting! Mu Fan's lips curled.
Whoosh! Mu Fan performed a standing backflip. The Rubber Bullet shot straight across, skimming past his head, waist, and calves, but did not even brush the edge of his clothes.
"Setting 26!" Mu Fan shouted with a grin.
2.6 times gravity! Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Air-splitting sounds came from three directions, noticeably faster than before. The floor lights began rotating more quickly. The air throughout the entire Gravity Room became restless and churned.
Mu Fan was given no time to prepare. The angles of the three Rubber Bullets were exceptionally vicious. He felt as if his pounding heart had been squeezed. His body paused for an instant, then twisted in an unnatural posture. The three Rubber Bullets missed, struck the walls, had their kinetic energy absorbed and cushioned, then returned to the holes in the floor.
Only then did Mu Fan feel something unusual in his body. It was not that he had lost control of it, but that his thoughts were reacting incorrectly. The force his muscles unleashed according to his brain's commands was insufficient to achieve his goal under the actual gravity. He calmed himself and controlled his muscles.
His breathing grew heavier, carrying the weight he could feel in every cell of his body.
Less than two seconds later, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Another swift triple shot came. Mu Fan adjusted the force in his left leg and kicked off. His whole body bounced off the wall, executing a beautiful side flip and making the pursuing Rubber Bullets miss again!
His heart contracted and expanded powerfully. Mu Fan's eyes began to redden.
This feeling... it was back!
Thump, thump, thump. Mu Fan could clearly feel his heart contracting with even greater force under the high gravity, then unleashing stronger power that surged through his entire body!
Yes, this feeling! A Rubber Bullet fired from the four o'clock direction. It had just emerged from a hidden barrel in the wall, the round rubber projectile speeding straight for his right shoulder.
Control the muscles, twist hard, perfect evasion!
The triple volleys of Rubber Bullets could no longer seal off Mu Fan's escape routes.
After successfully dodging ten consecutive rounds of attacks, sweat silently trickled down Mu Fan's forehead before being flung onto the floor and bursting apart.
Another three shots came, this time in a triangular formation straight at him. They were less than three meters away.
A vein throbbed on Mu Fan's forehead. His upright body folded sharply to the right, while his left leg snapped upward in an instant. Like a peacock closing its feathers immediately after spreading them, the top of his foot accurately struck the sides of the Rubber Bullets.
In that lightning-fast instant, Mu Fan kicked away the two bullets above him. The remaining one passed through where his left ankle had been standing moments ago.
Using the momentum, he braced one arm against the ground. In the 2.6-times-gravity room, his body traced a light arc without the slightest wasted motion and landed to one side.
His movements were vigorous yet agile, like a cheetah stretching into a leap, as elusive as an antelope hanging by its horns.
The movements on the PO Battle Network had been reproduced perfectly!
They were still several levels below the Poison Stings fired by the lord-class Porcupine Beasts in the jungle. Mu Fan snorted. He had dealt with those creatures often while hunting smaller animals. Porcupine Beasts had an extremely strong sense of territory, and the Poison Stings they fired were insidious and swift. Once, a graze had caused his skin to fester for more than a week.
Life-and-death situations drove people forward. Mu Fan had completely entered the zone, his body developing powerful conditioned reflexes against this kind of sneak attack. Tomorrow, he would challenge that Fighter Instructor again. If once was not enough, then twice. If twice was not enough, then ten times. He would not die. He could stay alive. Did he have the right to ask for anything more?
Mu Fan's breathing grew rougher, his emotions affected.
Smack! While distracted, a Rubber Bullet shooting upward from below struck Mu Fan heavily on the shoulder. It immediately swelled red.
Mu Fan's heart began to squeeze hard! Expand! Thud! It was like a drumstick striking a cowhide drum with full force, sending vibrations rippling outward.
The welt that had been whipped red swelled, but at the instant his heart pounded forcefully, the skin stretched taut over it and forcibly suppressed it back into the flesh.
Mu Fan went berserk!
A Rubber Bullet shot toward him! You were fast! He was faster! He sprang up like a ghost, pivoted with a diagonal step, and his right hand arrived later yet struck first, turning into a blade that chopped viciously onto the incoming bullet.
Mu Fan stopped dodging. He wanted to knock down every last one of these damned Rubber Bullets.
A bullet over there was about to hit the wall. Mu Fan leaped hard, planting both feet against it. His legs nearly crouched fully before he explosively sprang away! He shot forward like a cannonball, rotated 180 degrees in midair, and came down in a split kick!
Smack! Mu Fan actually caught up to that rapidly flying Rubber Bullet and chopped it down with his foot.
The average burst speed of an ordinary person in the Star River Federation was now 10 meters per second. If instructors from any of the four great military academies had been present, they could have easily confirmed that Mu Fan's burst speed in that instant had exceeded 30 meters per second. What did that mean? It meant he could be judged inhuman!
Military academies wanted only elites! The inhuman were the elite among elites!
Why was that certain? Because the move Mu Fan had performed in that instant was the Li Clan Horizontal Slash Split, a military Grade A technique!
Simple?
Let me tell you: first, perform the move correctly. Then adjust the gravity to more than 2.5 times normal and make the downward split faster than a Rubber Bullet—that was 30 meters per second—and you would meet the target. Finally came the leg-strength test. The burst rating required a strength standard of at least Level 15!! An instantaneous force of 2,350 kilograms!
Whether Mu Fan had reached Level 15 was unknown, but if he could meet the first two conditions, the last one would only be a matter of time!
With a clang, his leg struck the ground like refined steel. As if he felt no pain at all, Mu Fan planted both hands on the floor, used them to support a backward flip, and landed on his feet.
"Heh, that was nothing." Mu Fan's fighting spirit had been ignited. He had not missed a single one.
"User's heart rate is excessively high. Blood flow speed is excessively high. Terminate training?"
After waiting for a while and seeing no more Rubber Bullets fire, Mu Fan, still holding a defensive stance, heard the system prompt and rejected it without hesitation!
Mu Fan's heart was vigorous and powerful. He felt as though high gravity had instead broken the seal on his body. High-speed blood flow did not make his vessels swell, and his heart could unleash surging power without restraint.
"Setting 29!" 2.9 times gravity!
Six Rubber Bullets came flying in. Mu Fan flashed past them. Whooshing sounds filled the room. He knocked down three, then pushed with both palms, letting the remaining three slide straight through his hands.
"Setting 32!" His voice held three parts excitement, three parts confidence, three parts impatience, and one part madness!
Only five seconds later, sounds rang violently through the circular Gravity Room!
Setting 35!
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