This is a wide valley with rugged cliffs on both sides. Several old trees grow on it, and dark green moss can be seen vaguely.

As soon as Mu Shaoan entered this training space, he took it for granted and moved around and entered the combat state. At the same time, his eyes quickly searched the surroundings, but the expected attack did not appear.

There is not even a simulated virus similar to the dagger training. There is no ghost around. Instead, there is a rough and ugly scarecrow standing two hundred meters away. At Mu Shaoan's feet is a white line. Next to the white line, there are only twenty javelins for throwing.

He understood the meaning. He needed to stand here on the white line and hit the scarecrow two hundred meters away, but this was too tricky, it was a full 200 meters. Do you really think he was holding a sniper rifle?

Mu Shaoan felt it was too incredible, but after thinking about it, he still bent down and picked up a javelin. It was very handy, but the standard was very barbaric.

Yes, it is very barbaric. It is 200 cm long and weighs about ten kilograms. The center of gravity is placed one-fifth of the front end. If it is a real-world javelin expert who throws it, it would be a miracle to be able to throw it out fifty meters.

Even judging from Mu Shaoan's current attributes, such javelins are too unreliable.

What's more, you have to hit the target two hundred meters away?

Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, he closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing gently. He was not a competitive athlete, he was a warrior, and a killer, so he would not consider too many scientific and unscientific issues.

What he needs is to quickly adjust his psychology and enter a state of fighting and killing. Otherwise, he would come here to train for a hair and prepare to win the gold medal?

After three seconds of breath adjustment time, Mu Shaoan suddenly opened his eyes and quickly entered the attack state. He didn't need any run-up. The heavy javelin in his hand rang and shot out through the air. This throwing speed was definitely three or four times faster than the throwing speed of the javelin master in reality!

Because his power is more than three times higher than that of ordinary people.

But even so, the heavy javelin he threw was barely thrown by about 150 meters, which was far from 200 meters.

Moreover, Mu Shaoan felt that it was meaningless to do this. The distance between 200 meters, unless the speed of his javelin throwing must reach the speed of the rifle bullet, the further the distance, the more the opponent can avoid it.

So he always threw his wooden spear within 50 meters, which means that the other party does not have enough space to hide, such as dense military formations, but if the other party has only one person (excluding ordinary people), and has enough space to hide, and face to face, then Mu Shaoan feels that the distance he throws must be shortened to 20 meters, so that he has a certain chance to nail the other party.

This is not a joke. Even if Mu Shaoan is confident, he will not dare to brag about this.

Huh? Wait.

Mu Shaoan was thinking about these thoughts when he was suddenly stunned because he saw that the ugly scarecrow two hundred meters away opposite him came alive, and then the other party slowly picked up a heavy javelin of the same standard from the ground.

It looked casual, but for some reason, at this moment, Mu Shaoan felt an extremely terrible sense of crisis, as if he was staring at a beast.

He wanted to hide, but found that he could not move at all, or he had no time to hide, because in the next moment, he only had time to see a trace of afterimage, and then his own head instantly bloomed and was directly killed into a scum.

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"Damn! Damn!"

With a big breath, Mu Shaoan's figure reappeared outside the training ground, collapsed in place, sweating like a sludge, and trembling all over. He felt that he had experienced many battles, but this time it was too terrifying.

It was so scared that it was so scared.

This is so fucking!

The distance of 200 meters did not even have a reaction time of 0.1 second, and the throwing speed of the heavy javelin far exceeded the speed of the rifle bullets. Damn it.

With such attack power and such force, he dares to bet that the basic throw value of the simulated virus on the opposite side is at least 500 points, and the power is at least 200 points.

Moreover, that guy seemed to have a breathtaking invisible power, which suppressed him to his mind as soon as it exploded. Is this the legendary famous murderous aura?

What a joke?

It was not until Mu Shaoan was shocked that he received the training message.

"No. A-11982, you were killed by a simulated virus in intermediate training. Because of your D-level program warrior, you still have nine training times today and one chance to ask questions in the training space."

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What? Intermediate training, when did you enter intermediate training?

Mu Shaoan was stunned for a moment and then realized that the training level of Chaos Base was assigned based on the level of each program warrior and their strength.

I chose javelin throwing, but now he has passed the primary stage? It's impossible. The skill limit of E-level program warriors is 150 points, but my basic throwing is only 90 points at present.

However, the identity of the D-level program warrior is really good. The number of training sessions is immediately doubled. The most important thing is that you can still ask questions.

As soon as he thought of this, Mu Shaoan first took a short rest and then re-entered the training space. Everything was as usual here, and the ugly scarecrow was still on the other side, but this time he didn't dare to underestimate anything.

"I want to ask a question." He said loudly, but the scarecrow opposite was not moving, but instead a mechanical voice rang out.

"No. A-11982, you have a chance to ask a question."

"I want to know, does the instructor on the opposite side really exist?" Mu Shaoan asked without thinking. He would not be so stupid that he only asked questions related to javelin throwing. He had too many questions about the Chaos Base.

"This question falls within the category of answers. All training instructors in the Chaos Base are 100% replicated based on viruses. Their combat power will be adjusted to the peak state, so they are real. For example, the instructor you are facing at this moment is the wanted virus nicknamed Scarecrow. His level of danger is silver, and the answer is completed."

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After hearing this answer, Mu Shaoan was speechless for a long time. He was not shocked by the strength of the instructor who simulated the virus. This is normal. The virus camp can always beat the Chaos Base. How could it be done without a single move?

What he said was that the training system of Chaos Base was too fucked.

He is still a pink newcomer, okay? He has only completed two antivirus tasks, but you actually got me a silver-level virus to be my simulated opponent.

Can it be more pitiful?

Mu Shaoan has seen the hunter rankings on the ST platform, including epic, legendary, purple gold, platinum, gold, silver, black iron, and finally bronze.

He can only be considered the last person in the last echelon at the bronze level.

As a result, you asked me to fight against the silver-level simulated virus. This is not the legendary murder of people beyond the level, but this is a three-level upgrade and seeking death.

No wonder he was killed so simply before, and he had no chance to die together.

Although he complained in his heart, Mu Shaoan did not choose to escape because of this, but began to actively think about how to make the training more balanced? For example, whether he could sneak up and then explode.

But the painful facts next proved that the scarecrow simulated virus on the opposite side did give him a chance to attack first, but as long as he dared to step over the white line, he would immediately have a killing blow.

In this way, after nine training sessions, Mu Shaoan was shot at the head nine times without any suspense.

"I hate this training mode so much that I can only get beaten but can't fight back!"

When he walked out of the training ground, even though Mu Shaoan had always been very calm, he couldn't help but complain a few times at this time. Now he felt that he was too heavy to be the last bit of a person, which was entirely due to the sequelae caused by being brutally killed. He could not get any benefits in such difficult training.

This is simply unscientific!

Did that damn Chaos Base system cramp in today?

Mu Shaoan complained in his heart that it took him half an hour to recover from the harsh headshot sequelae.

This would not work, he would have to be trained and ruined.

Really, this feeling is not right. It is not in normal training, but in the worst way to destroy him, destroy his confidence, destroy his will, destroy the skills he masters, and make his throwing skills unable to improve.

It's very vicious, as if the system is targeting him specifically.

Although this speculation is ridiculous, he has decided that he will not come here to train javelin throwing tomorrow, which is simply destroying the walls.

Really, Mu Shaoan is very clear about this.

Because professors from prestigious universities cannot give first-grade primary school students a tutoring homework, there is no problem, but if the content of the tutoring homework is the Goldbach conjecture, and the punishment is that you can't guess it and you won't give it to your meal, this is too bad.

(Thanks to the book friends for traveling through the little tank, I will never go to the past, Blizzard Cute, Yuan Yuan Dingpang, Jekcen, Shao Daxia, 160421221636354, Annihilation Ye Shang, King of Kings is back and waiting for reward support)
Chapter completed!