Second Level, 40 points per eight hours each time.
...
At this moment, Ren Zhong’s account had just 43.36 balance.
Activated Second Level training.
Then it was time to choose training intensity, Ren Zhong directly chose the highest Hell Level.
"Reading personal parameters..."
"Identified trainer’s current occupation as Mechanical Warrior."
"Estimated brain-machine synchronization rate at 28%, meeting the Second Level training standard."
"Brain reaction index of 528.89, meeting the Second Level training standard."
"Biological Electric Power carrying power of 46.9 kW."
"Physical Comprehensive Index of 47.1."
"After calculation, the user has two parameters below the Second Level standard, forced training will put a huge load on the body, posing a risk to life. Would you like to switch to a more suitable First Level training for free?"
Ren Zhong didn’t even think, refused.
In the next instant, his consciousness plunged deeply.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing on a spacious field.
He raised his hands to examine them, squeezing his fists, the sensation truly felt identical to his real body.
"Hell Level high-intensity combat will start in ten minutes, please select equipment configuration."
The electronic voice rang in his mind, and before him appeared a massive semi-transparent list in the air above the field, filled with a dazzling array of Second Level Mechanical Warrior equipment.
Some of it he had seen in the military weapon store of Starfire Town.
But most of the other special enhancement equipment he had never heard of.
When Ren Zhong’s focus landed on a piece of equipment and he silently thought "equip" in his mind, the equipment would automatically appear before him.
Nine minutes later, Ren Zhong tentatively completed assembling his first set of Second Level equipment.
"Equip!"
With his command, dozens of components began piling onto him like LEGO bricks, quickly assembling.
"The battle is about to begin. Please kill three Second Level Ruined Beast Shadow Mice within three minutes! Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
The electronic voice started a countdown.
Three familiar silhouettes in front rapidly solidified into shape.
Ren Zhong’s gaze sharpened, staring intently.
To fight bravely one last night before death, accumulating more combat experience, having no regrets in this life, what else could one ask for!
A more thorough transformation trumpet, sounded from tonight.