"Start with some simple movements."
"Good."
Following Bai Xiuxiu's instructions, Ning Chuan piloted the mecha, raised its arm, ran, and jumped.
Several pressures fell upon him, collected by the silver metal.
On the large screen, lines of complex data appeared.
Immediately, the noisy scene fell silent.
Many mech pilots stared blankly at the data, incredulous.
Ning Chuan looked up, but because he hadn't received any professional training, he couldn't understand what it meant.
How are my mecha piloting skills?
Ning Chuan noticed the expressions on everyone's faces and exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be that you've reached the same star level as me, a three-star advanced mecha pilot?!"
"No!"
Bai Xiuxiu took a deep breath and shook her head, saying, "Don't even mention a three-star advanced mecha pilot; your piloting skills are far from even a basic mecha pilot's level!"
Bai Xiuxiu suddenly understood why Ning Chuan had said those words earlier.
This is not a joke.
He piloted the mecha by sheer willpower.
At this moment, the other mech pilots gradually came to their senses, and their discussions were like boiling water.
"These stress levels... how should I put it... I'm completely numb!"
Zhao Xiujia's mouth was dry.
"The pressure Colonel Ning endured while running in his mecha was simply outrageous, twice as much as when I used martial arts! How did he manage that?!"
"Didn't I just say, withstand the pressure!"
"Nonsense! Of course I know it's about withstanding the pressure. The key is, how strong must Colonel Ning's physical abilities be!"
Exclamations of amazement rose and fell.
No one mocked Ning Chuan's mecha piloting skills.
Instead, they were all incredibly envious.
Mech piloting skills are not particularly difficult for mech pilots; as long as they are willing to put in the effort to train, they can all reach a decent level.
However, their physical fitness levels differ.
The upper limit is there; it cannot be exceeded.
No matter how hard an ordinary person tries, their physical strength cannot reach 10 tons.
The body's defense can indeed be improved through external martial arts training, but external martial arts training is always difficult to master and improves slowly, especially as one progresses.
It's not uncommon for someone to practice diligently for ten years and make less than one percent progress.
" Ning Chuan, practice your martial arts. Let me see your limit."
Bai Xiuxiu said.
The group perked up; the extreme pressure levels would help them deduce Ning Chuan's physical strength.
"Can."
Ning Chuan readily agreed, his mind racing as he controlled the Martial Annihilation Type-Three Mecha, gripping the alloy battle gun and unleashing the Army-Breaking Killing Method.
Ugh!
Gunfire filled the sky, creating a terrifying atmosphere, while dazzling white Force surged everywhere.
Multiple lines of data flashed rapidly on the screen.
"Am I dreaming?! This is the kind of pressure the human body can withstand?!"
Many mech pilots trembled slightly.
The stress levels are too high.
It exceeded their expectations.
"No normal mecha pilot would experience 'blood vision' under this kind of pressure, because before the blood can even compress the optic nerve, the body would turn into a pile of minced meat!"
"I, Zhao Xiujia, hereby formally declare that Colonel Ning is the reincarnation of a great calamity from the mythical era!"
"With this body alone, Colonel Ning will most likely be able to command the Truth Mecha in the future!"
Everyone is talking about it, and no one can calm down.
The training ground was extremely noisy.
The murmurs seemed to threaten to lift the roof off.
Buzz!
The hatch opened.
Ning Chuan left the mecha and removed the silver metal attached to his body.
"Your physical abilities are very strong!"
Bai Xiuxiu looked at Ning Chuan and said bluntly, "However, your mecha piloting skills are very average. You're practically a novice who's just started learning mechas. You need to start by learning the most basic knowledge."
I'll do as you say.
Ning Chuan had no objection and nodded directly.
Everyone looked surprised upon seeing this.
Normally, a super genius like Ning Chuan would be extremely proud and would rarely admit in public that he is bad at something.
Bai Xiuxiu thought for a moment and said, " Xu Shanyi, during this period, you will be in charge of guiding Ning Chuan in learning to pilot mechs..."
As she was speaking, Chu Ange.
"Team Leader Bai, leave the guidance to me!" Chu Ange stepped forward and said, "I've mentored over ten classes of new students, so my teaching quality is more guaranteed!"
Chu Ange had her own thoughts.
By guiding Ning Chuan, he can keep track of Ning Chuan's movements and prevent Ning Chuan from pestering Bai Xiuxiu all day long.
Beside her, Bai Xiuxiu refused Chu Ange's request, looked at Ning Chuan, and asked, "Who do you want to learn from?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Ange quickly raised his hand in salute and said, "Colonel Ning, I'm not bragging, but in terms of teaching ability, I'd say I'm in the top three in the 27th Group Army."
To persuade Ning Chuan to agree, he added, "I swear I will do my utmost to guide you and will not hold back in the slightest!"
"Let's choose him."
Ning Chuan hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and pointed at Chu Ange.
"Okay." Bai Xiuxiu nodded and said, "You train with him for a few days first. If it doesn't work out, I'll arrange something else."
"It's definitely suitable! It's definitely suitable!"
Chu Ange smiled brightly and said, "Colonel Ning, do you know any methods to reduce the load on mechs?"
"I don't know."
"Let's start by learning the theoretical knowledge!"
Chu Ange led Ning Chuan away from the mecha pilot training ground.
base.
The library, in a meeting room.
Chu Ange pointed to the text on the light screen and was explaining it to Ning Chuan.
He was a burly man, but he was very meticulous and thorough in his teaching. As mentioned before, he was highly skilled and explained every point of knowledge clearly, which greatly benefited Ning Chuan.
Two hours passed gradually.
"Colonel Ning, there are only thirty-three ways to reduce the stress generated when the mechs are running."
Chu Ange turned off the light screen and smiled, "That's enough for today's theoretical knowledge. Next, let's put it into practice."
Let's go.
Ning Chuan nodded and stood up from his seat.
He already knew all thirty-three methods Chu Ange had mentioned by heart.
After the Ancient Dragon Elephant Scripture reached its Perfect Realm, his brain cells were refined once again, his thinking ability skyrocketed, and he could remember everything he saw.
Soon, the two returned to the mech pilot training ground.
"Colonel Ning, this machine is used to train your knees and reduce the pressure on your mech. To use it, you need to lift your knees..."
The training ground was set up with many instruments, Chu Ange explained to Ning Chuan one by one.
"Ankle joint strength enhancer, designed to address the pressure on the ankles during mech running."
"This is used to train the outer thigh muscles and reduce the corresponding stress."
"This sphere is called a negative pressure chamber..."
During their conversation, the two walked over to the mechs on the sidelines.
Chu Ange glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, thought for a moment, and smiled, "Actually, the best training equipment is the mecha itself."
Hearing this, Ning Chuan asked curiously, "Then why do we need to use these instruments?"
"Is training with mechs too expensive?"
Ning Chuan said casually.
"No."
Chu Ange.
"Maintaining these instruments costs more than training with mechs."
Chu Ange explained the reason, "Piloting a mecha is too physically demanding for the mecha pilot."
It often takes several days to recover from a single instance of strenuous driving.
Progress is rapid, but time is limited.
All things considered, its efficiency is not as good as these specialized instruments.
Upon hearing this, Ning Chuan felt a slight stirring in his heart.
Physical strength is not a problem for him at all.
Since that day in Tianshui City when his body was tempered to its limit by the Perfect Realm Ancient Dragon Elephant Scripture, he has never encountered a situation where he is physically exhausted.
He himself doesn't know where his physical limits are now!
Ning Chuan looked at Chu Ange and instructed, "I'll practice with the mecha."
"Yes."
Chu Ange nodded, took out a tablet, and asked, "Is it still the Martial Annihilation Type-Three Mecha?"
"No." Ning Chuan thought for a moment, then pointed and said, "Change to this Wind Hunter."
A burst-type mech suits him better.
Chu Ange quickly tapped the tablet, and with a hum, the hatch opened.
Just as Ning Chuan was about to enter the cabin, Chu Ange's eyes flickered, and she suddenly called out to him.
"Colonel Ning, how about we make another bet?"
Chu Ange glanced around and, seeing that Bai Xiuxiu wasn't in the training ground, didn't use his Force to transmit his voice, but instead said, "The bet is the same as last time."
As he spoke, he flipped his hand and took out a test tube containing a blue-gold liquid.
"I still have a vial of Sea Dragon Blood!"
How do you want to bet?
Ning Chuan raised an eyebrow, showing interest.
Two doses of Sea Dragon Blood will allow him to advance his Vajra Body to the eleventh level.
Chu Ange pondered for a moment and said, "Let's pilot our mechs and have a running race at 70 meters per second. Let's see who can't keep up first!"
He knew that Ning Chuan possessed Supreme Physique.
In terms of physical strength, he certainly can't compare.
However, Ning Chuan's mecha piloting skills were far behind his. Running in a mecha was incredibly strenuous, and judging from the pressure data on the screen earlier, Ning Chuan was expending energy at least twenty times faster than him.
I agree.
Ning Chuan said softly.
It's a deal!
Chu Ange revealed a confident smile.
No matter how strong Ning Chuan is, he can't possibly be twenty times taller than him!
Do you still want to use the Wind Hunter mech?
Chu Ange thought for a moment, worried that Ning Chuan might not understand, and reminded him, "Among ordinary mechs, it consumes the most stamina!"
He has already gained the upper hand thanks to his superior mecha piloting skills.
I don't want to bully Ning Chuan too much.
"It's alright, I'll use Wind Hunter."
Ning Chuan smiled faintly.
Chu Ange shrugged and said, "This is your own choice. Don't blame me if you lose."
The words were finished.
He tapped the tablet and opened the hatch of a Mad Wolf Number Seven.
This beast-shaped bionic mech has a style that is completely opposite to that of the Wind Hunter, and it consumes relatively less physical strength from the mech pilot.
"You made another bet?"
A soft laugh rang out, and Luo Qin, with her graceful figure, stepped forward, saying, "Then I'll be the referee."
"Good."
Chu Ange readily agreed and explained the Rule of the competition.
"Colonel Ning and I will pilot our mechs around the training field. Whoever can't keep going first will lose!"
After speaking, Chu Ange entered Mad Wolf No. 7.
Ning Chuan exerted force with his feet and leaped into the cabin of the Wind Hunter.
"Start!"
At Luo Qin's command, two mechs sped out and ran along the edge of the field.
Ning Chuan and Chu Ange are competing in endurance, with a speed limit.
The Wind Hunter and Mad Wolf No. 7 kept pace with each other, without creating any gap.
A speed of 70 meters per second isn't slow!
Without the mech pilot using any movement techniques, it approaches the speed limit of a normal mech.
Due to its high burst speed, the Wind Hunter has a higher speed limit than the Mad Wolf Number Seven, reaching 103 meters per second.
Inside the cabin of the Wind Hunter at this moment.
Heavy pressure fell from all directions.
However, this was nothing to Ning Chuan; he could easily resist it.
He recalled methods to reduce stress and began to control his muscles, putting them into practice.
The next moment.
Ning Chuan clearly felt that the pressure on him had eased.
"Um?!"
Ning Chuan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
He didn't expect to succeed on his first try.
According to Chu Ange at the library, it usually takes mech pilots three days to reduce the stress generated by the mech for the first time.
"This is just the beginning, maybe we're just lucky!"
Ning Chuan calmed himself down and continued trying.
The pressure eased slightly again.
"It's not luck; my talent for piloting mechs seems to be quite high!"
Ning Chuan grinned.
Woo! Woo!
The wind howled, and the air currents surged.
The two mechs ran at high speed, making a great commotion, which naturally attracted the attention of everyone in the training field.
After exchanging information, they learned that Ning Chuan and Chu Ange were gambling again, and their hearts immediately filled with anticipation.
One by one, they stopped training, staring intently at the running mechs, and began to discuss them enthusiastically.
One of the seven-star advanced mecha pilots even opened a betting pool.
"It's not a good time to bet! Colonel Ning has the King Physique and great stamina, while Captain Chu's driving skills are superb, which can make up for the lack of stamina!"
A young mech pilot hesitated, his tone conflicted.
"Ning Daxiao's chances of winning are slim. You saw the pressure data from before; it was terrifying!"
"He's not piloting a mech! He's practically carrying a mountain on his back!"
Many people have expressed their pessimism about Ning Chuan.
The reason is similar to Chu Ange's idea.
However.
To their surprise, as time passed, Ning Chuan's Wind Hunter showed no signs of stopping.
A quarter of an hour passed.
The Wind Hunter moved with steady steps.
Half an hour later.
The Wind Hunter remained swift in its movements.
More than an hour later.
"I must say, Colonel Ning is truly astonishing, but I'm betting 200 on Captain Chu!"
"Watch out, you're almost at your limit!"
Someone reminded me.
On the sidelines, Wind Hunter and Mad Wolf No. 7 maintained their running speed at 70 meters per second, without slowing down.
However, the sound of something cutting through the air was already mixed with heavy breathing.
Clang!
Suddenly, to everyone's astonishment, the running Mad Wolf No. 7 stumbled and fell to the ground, sending sparks flying.
It rolled for hundreds of meters before finally stopping its momentum.
Buzz!
The hatch opened.
With a thud, Chu Ange fell to the ground, unable to get up. She was soaking wet and panting heavily, as if she had just been pulled out of the river.
The onlookers were taken aback.
Despite facing immense pressure, Ning Chuan actually outran Chu Ange!
"Yay!!!"
Luo Qin waved her slender arm vigorously, her pretty face beaming with excitement, and announced, "The winner is Colonel Ning Chuan!"
At this moment, the Wind Hunter stopped, and the cabin doors on its belly opened to the sides.
"Colonel Ning, you must be exhausted!"
Luo Qin quickly went over, took a handkerchief from her breast pocket, and said, "Let me wipe your sweat..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
Luo Qin's red lips parted slightly, but the sound caught in her throat.
Ning Chuan leaped out of the cabin, his breathing steady, his handsome face clean and without a trace of sweat.
Everyone present was speechless, exchanging bewildered glances.
This level of physical strength was beyond their comprehension.
Ning Chuan feels like an abyss, with no bottom in sight.