Zhang Junbao cultivated in the attic until late at night before going to sleep. The Elite Training Camp Rampaging monstrous geniuses, and he had to work even harder. Environment is an important condition for creating strong individuals, and only after arriving here did Zhang Junbao feel the pressure of competition, which was a good thing for him.
Ordinary martial artists of the same level could not make him feel a sense of urgency or crisis, and over time his progress slowed down.
As the saying goes, "To fight against Heaven is endless joy; to fight against Earth is endless joy; to fight against Man is endless joy!"
Competition is always the best motivation!
After a night of cultivation in the pavilion filled with the atmosphere of ancient Huaxia culture, Zhang Junbao slept very comfortably and was full of energy the next day.
At 11 a. m. the next day, after a hearty lunch, Zhang Junbao sat cross-legged in the attic to rest.
"I never expected that even the trainees taking the assessment in the Elite Training Camp would be eating monster meat. Although it was only at the Beast Soldier level, it was a hundred times more nutritious than ordinary food."
If an ordinary person who is not a martial artist were to consume a large amount of the flesh and blood of a demon beast, it would likely be like suddenly eating a thousand-year-old ginseng—they would be too weak to absorb the nourishment and would die from spitting blood.
For ordinary people, the most fundamental problem is that they cannot withstand the nourishment. The flesh and blood of demonic beasts are not something that ordinary people can endure. Only martial artists, because of their strong physique and their contact with Cosmic Energy, can quickly convert the nutrients in their bodies into power and thus withstand the flesh of demonic beasts.
"It's a pity that even the Elite Training Camp doesn't provide access to Beast General- level cubs every day. I was really overthinking it." Zhang Junbao felt that although the food at the Elite Training Camp was good, its nutritional value wasn't as high as what he ate in the Wilderness Zone.
Yang Hui finally arrived at 11:50 a. m. Seeing the energetic Zhang Junbao, he smiled and said, "Good appetite! Looks like you're ready. Come with me."
"Do I need to prepare anything? Weapons? Or combat uniforms?" Zhang Junbao asked.
"You don't need anything, just follow me," Yang Hui explained.
Zhang Junbao didn't press further and followed Yang Hui toward the Nine-Story Tower.
Each floor of the Nine-Story Tower is about six meters high, and the Nine-Story Tower is over 150 meters long and wide, making it an absolutely colossal giant tower.
The tower has a classical appearance on the outside, but the interior is completely high-tech. The floor is made of hard alloy, and you can easily hear bursts of air explosions and shouts.
"Let's go to the ninth floor," Yang Hui said, and the two of them stepped into the elevator together.
Soon, the elevator reached the 9th floor. After the doors opened, Zhang Junbao found that there were already many students there, people of various races including yellow, white, and black. Upon seeing Zhang Junbao arrive, many people turned to look at him.
"Hey, brother, are you Huaxia?" a bald young man grinned and asked in Chinese.
"A Huaxia," Zhang Junbao replied.
"Go for it! If you come in, there will be one more Huaxia person," the bald young man shouted with a smile.
"Dream on. Getting into the Elite Training Camp isn't that easy. He doesn't look very old. Is he just here to join the fun?" Another black girl with butterfly tattoos looked at Zhang Junbao with disdain, fiddling with a spring-loaded butterfly knife in her hand with practiced ease.
"Ignore her, they're just jealous of how many talented people Huaxia has," the bald young man glanced at Zhang Junbao and continued.
Okay, see you later.
Zhang Junbao ignored the trainees. Whether or not one could enter the Elite Training Camp wasn't about arguing with these people; the results would be known after the test.
Led by the Wargod Yang Hui, Zhang Junbao arrived at the innermost part of the hall. There was a passageway there, with large rooms on both sides. Soon, Zhang Junbao was led to the innermost room, which was not very large and was even somewhat dim.
"Snap!" The lights came on.
There were only two sands in the room, and on each sand sat a dark blue helmet.
"These two helmets were painstakingly replicated by our scientists. They imitate the Consciousness Sensor of virtual space devices unearthed from ancient ruins," Yang Hui said, pointing to the helmets. "We can only replicate this simple Consciousness Sensor. As for the main unit of the virtual space, it's still that ancient machine that has been sleeping underground for countless years."
"So this is the Consciousness Sensing Helmet? It's quite similar to what I imagined. Sure enough, the fantasies of novelists in my past life weren't just made up out of thin air; they actually exist." Zhang Junbao thought to himself.
In his time, virtual reality spaces were already quite common, with VR, AR, and MR eventually merging into a virtual world. However, that virtual world could not yet fully simulate touch, taste, and other senses, but it already possessed a certain rudimentary form.
"Currently, Earth Humans have only managed to create ' Consciousness Sensor ' by imitation. As for virtual space host devices, we simply cannot create them. They are just old artifacts unearthed from ancient ruins," Yang Hui said.
"The virtual space host uses a theoretical system completely different from human science; scientists on Earth simply cannot understand it, let alone imitate it."
"Yes, once you put it on, your consciousness will enter a virtual space with a 100% simulation level, practically identical to the real world. This includes touch, smell, and even force feedback," Yang Hui said. "After entering the virtual space, we will take you to the ' Trial Tower ' to undergo B-grade Test!"
Zhang Junbao picked up the dark blue helmet and curiously looked inside. He discovered that countless glowing points were constantly flashing inside, very similar to the consciousness helmets in science fiction novels.
" Mr. Yang, can I just take him up there?"
"Just wear it like me, then lie down."
Yang Hui smiled, then lay down on the sofa and said, "Once you put on the helmet, your consciousness will directly enter the virtual space, so don't panic. Come on, put on the helmet!"
Zhang Junbao didn't find anything wrong with it. He had experienced an incomplete version of the Virtual Helmet in his original world, and the operation process was similar. It wasn't anything new to him, except that the effect was more realistic.
Zhang Junbao then lay down, picked up the helmet, and put it on naturally. His practiced movements surprised Yang Hui once again.
Why do Zhang Junbao's movements look so practiced?
"Hmm?" After putting on the helmet, Zhang Junbao still felt the difference from the Virtual Helmet he had experienced before. His head buzzed, as if his consciousness had been immersed in another world.
Seeing that Zhang Junbao had already put on his helmet, Yang Hui didn't hesitate and put on his helmet as well.