He began to enter nightmares of repeatedly simulating death and screaming.

What's even more disgusting is that the ruthless Sister T seems to have increased the intensity of the pain simulation.

The degree of realism is not 99%, but it must be 95%. Zheng Feng was tortured to the point where he couldn't help but want to live.

By the time he died, he was almost numb.

He originally thought that Xiaowei was considered a devil teacher, but now he understood that this Sister T was the one who was better than others.

Ding Hu, who was watching from the sidelines, saw that Zheng Feng had been killed more than fifty times in just over ten minutes. His eyes had dimmed, he had lost his usual vitality, and he was extremely anxious.

"What kind of plane are you doing! How can you practice like this! Although Zheng Feng is almost eleven years old now, according to his actual level, he is still just a child! If he continues to practice like this, it won't take long for him to be full of energy

It’s gone!”

Ding Hu activated his instructor authority, stared at the emergency stop button for simulated training, and pressed it repeatedly, but it was of no use.

His authority "evaporated".

"Crazy! This is completely crazy! This will destroy Zheng Feng!" Ding Hu decided to report to his superiors.

Soon, Ding Hu's report reached the hands of the dean of the First Pioneer College.

The dean glanced at it lightly, threw it aside, and replied to Ding Hu, "Follow the orders of your superiors with peace of mind and continue to improve the teaching materials."

Brother Hu continued to report, and this time the report reached the sky and got into the hands of Zhou Donglai.

Zhou Donglai's approach was no different from that of the dean of the college.

Ding Hu fell into great confusion.

Looking at Zheng Feng who was still "dying", he felt inexplicably angry and sad.

"How can this be? I know your expectations for Zheng Feng, but this is too difficult. What is the difference between this and crime?"

At this time, Ding Hu didn't know the complete sage's plan, and he really thought that Zheng Feng was just a genius boy who looked exactly like the sage, and he couldn't view the matter with the chicken-and-egg philosophy like others.

Of course, after spending so much time with Zheng Feng, their relationship cannot be compared with other people's.

Others may think that if Zheng Feng is not a sage, it doesn't matter if the training fails, but Ding Hu doesn't want to admit this.

Ding Hu couldn't bear it, but he was helpless. He could only turn his eyes away, not daring to look at Zheng Feng's training situation.

He opened his past teaching records and prepared to study the traditional "extreme training method".

He began to doubt himself. He didn't know whether his objection was right or wrong. He just wanted to find a reason to convince himself. Maybe the instructor T who claimed to come from Zheng Feng's subconscious really had some special skills, or he could understand Zheng Feng.

There must be some potential in Feng's body that he has never understood.

While Ding Hu was distracted, an hour passed before he knew it.

He turned his attention again and looked at the virtual training ground over there, only to hear a slight sigh.

The rate at which Zheng Feng died in battle slowed down, from an average of once every twenty or thirty seconds at the beginning to once every five minutes.

He is gradually adapting to the performance of the Xuanyuan-3 modified armor, and is beginning to be able to survive the attack of long insects for a few minutes or even a minute or two.

This is reasonable.

In past training, Zheng Feng's adaptability to new equipment has generally been good. He seems to have no particular tendency. As long as it is combat equipment, no matter what type or style, he can find the most suitable control method for him.

But the important thing is that the fire began to rekindle in his eyes.

The repeated pain of death in battle did not completely break his will.

Ding Hu quickly checked the replay and concentrated on observing the changes in Zheng Feng's expression during this hour.

After a long time, he scratched his head.

"No way!"

It can be seen in the replay of the teaching system that after Zheng Feng experienced the initial period of being like a walking zombie, when the training lasted for half an hour, his face suddenly changed and he looked extremely angry, and then he began to train without any technical guidance.

Under the circumstances, I forced myself to rely on intuition to operate the Xuanyuan-3 modified armor randomly, and quickly adapted to the equipment while making constant mistakes.

Ding Hu wondered if the pain simulation had been turned down. When he opened the parameter table, he was shocked to find that the pain simulation had reached 99.999...%, which was infinitely close to 100%!

"This... this is unreasonable!"

While Ding Hu was shouting, Zheng Feng's Xuanyuan-3 modified once again completed parabolic high-speed maneuvers, avoided a long insect ambush, and refreshed its own survival time, which was more than ten minutes!

Of course Ding Hu recognized this set of movements, he was the one who taught them.

But not long ago, Zheng Feng had just passed the S-level certification of parabolic maneuvers, but just now, the system's evaluation reached the peak of S-level.

This means that with just this one action, my student has reached the level of a top warrior.

At the same time, the teaching system in front of Ding Hu finally popped up detailed mission instructions.

"This is an actual combat simulation! It was the first time the human army came into contact with the battle replay of this long insect. Hey, all our soldiers were wiped out in this battle at that time! What on earth did Instructor T want to do? Could it be that...

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