Fast-passing host super cold

Chapter 807 Backtracking Dust (40)

Speaking of this topic, everyone sighed tacitly.

"fine."

At this time, a man with a square face came over from behind them, and he said soothingly, "I have an idea, now let's just increase the difficulty to s and see, I think these two kids were pretty good at it just now."

"All team."

Several instructors greeted each other. This person is the chief instructor of this training, surnamed Qi.

After listening to the chief officer's words, several instructors tapped on the keyboard, and soon increased the difficulty again, while sighing silently for the other students in their hearts.

——It's really wronged to be in the same class as this kind of dog genius.
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In the virtual space at this time, after the 2-minute break, the sudden increase in difficulty made the students gasp immediately.

"Is this something that humans can fight?!"

The hit rate plummeted due to the flurry of hands and feet, and the student who triggered the punitive measures shouted ferociously with red marks on his face.

"Obviously, it is."

Someone quietly pointed upwards. There were two people lying on the ground. They were heavy and calm, but the guns in their hands were not calm, and they were still firing bullets at a high frequency.

The semi-transparent screen at the back shows their results, which shows that they are definitely not playing indiscriminately.

Yes, so far, both of them have maintained a hit rate of more than 90.00%.

The only mistake was because the speed was switched too fast, and neither of them could react.

"boom--"

Luo Changyuan frowned slightly after an empty bullet.

He had never trained with such a high intensity and such a fast speed before, and he didn't get used to it for a while, and the physical training in the morning was also very intense, which caused his arms to still tremble slightly, although it was not a big problem, but This more or less affected his hit rate.

When the halftime paused, Luo Changyuan glanced at the girl next to him from the corner of his eye.

The distance between the two is actually not that close, but because of the 100% hit rate in the last round, they were both assigned to the top level.

There are only the two of them on this floor, and they can see each other directly at a distance that is not too close.

The girl's hand on the ground was steady, without any sign of trembling - it was completely impossible to tell that she had been shooting in this position for two hours.

Is this the physical gap?

Luo Changyuan looked at his palms that were already wet with sweat, took a breath, and continued to focus on shooting.

At the end of a round of training, whether it was the students below or Luo Changyuan above, their wrists were numb and there was only one voice in their hearts—help, can this still be practiced by humans.

The strength is too high!
However, the instructors did not intend to let them go.

After the s-level test was over, Instructor Qi raised his hand and asked them to try the s+ test again.

This time the result was even more dire.

Qingzhou maintained a hit rate of No.190.00% eight.

Luo Changyuan fell directly to 90.00% three.

The rest, such as Dan Ning, Qin Siyan and Tang Yunsheng, had good grades and maintained a hit rate of around 80.00%. Most of the others were blood-red, only about 50.00%.

After the training in the morning, the students looked even more tired than in the morning.

If the morning is physical exhaustion, then the morning is pure heart fatigue.

And when some people think that they have doubled the training at night, they can't help but look ugly, and instantly feel that life is hopeless.

——This military training is only one day, and they already want to give up.

"How do you feel in the morning?" An instructor asked the students in his team, with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)