Quanzai Cone

Now that it is determined to go to the communication tower, in order to prepare for departure, combat training is a must.

The only good news is that although my age has been restored to 15 years old, my physical fitness has not really degenerated to the level of an ordinary middle school student, at least I still maintain a slightly stronger physique than a normal adult.

I'm not sure about Zhijun's situation, but his performance is obviously much better than mine. Not only physical combat, but also firearms and other aspects are so good that it makes people confused what he is doing at the age of 15.

I adopted the Arsenal’s suggestion, and I told Zhijun all the information about my abilities, and asked him to help me with the training—if it was me who had laid a solid foundation ten years later, I would just train myself according to the Arsenal’s plan; but At the age of 15, I can hardly even run 800 meters. Even if I improve my physique, I will not be able to perform. Someone must correct and supervise in reality.

Zhijun listened to my request, pondered for a moment, and asked: "Miss, you trust me so much? Just because of your 'lover' status with no memory at all?"

Here again, this light and tentative tone.

"It's not all because of my identity." I sighed and said frankly, who couldn't figure out his thoughts at all, "I just think that if you want to build trust, there must be one party who has to give sincerity first... Zhijun has a lot of concerns, so then Let me go first."

Wiping the dagger, he lowered his eyes and stared at the sharp blade without looking up.

"Even if I will deceive you? This is not a tourist attraction where you can take a peaceful vacation. If you trust others, you will die, miss."

His tone was so calm that it produced a deterrent force that could swallow people whole like a swamp.

I was silent for a while, and bit my lip lightly.

"I know, sincerity can't be exchanged for sincerity most of the time..."

The experience of being double bullied and teased because of being frank emerged one by one, and it seemed that I could still hear the laughter of those annoying guys in the school.

【Fool! 】

[You're really a fool, do you believe this? 】

【You deserve to be cheated! 】

"But—" I increased the volume as if I wanted to convince myself, "Because this will only give falsehoods, but what you get will definitely be deception. Even if I die, I still want to try to trust others!"

The movements of his hands stopped, and Zhijun looked up at me for a long time, then smiled slightly.

"I will never show mercy. Don't cry until you give up halfway, miss."

Zhijun did what he said.

His strictness in carrying out the training plan almost made the Spartans cry. Every day, I was so painful that I couldn't sleep or eat, and I didn't even dare to sit more.

So far, the reason why I can hold on to the next round of training, apart from willpower, is mostly due to the subtle strength that Zhijun deliberately manipulated for fear of laying me down for ten and a half months to slow down the progress——I feel I was about to die suddenly in the next second, and I had the illusion of "I can hold on".

In fact, the simple pain can be tolerated, but it makes people very angry when Zhijun is beating me and sarcastic at the same time.

Entering the consciousness space again with tears in his eyes, No. [-] jumped into a rage, rolling off his sleeves and cursing angrily.

"Let me out! Don't fix this bastard man and treat us like mud!"

Even if I become a spiritual body, I still feel the phantom pain. I can't help but quietly agree, but let her go out and control the body. It's more terrible than Zhijun's training.

Armory Depot kept comforting No. [-], and took the time to say to me: "At least Mr. Dazai's plan is working well..."

Yeah, what a transformation.I thought with blank eyes.Now I feel like I'm being attacked every second of the day, because of this jittery conditioned reflex, which has smashed a lot of things in the past few days including cans, kettles, wash basins - thankfully they are strong enough to still work.

"Hey!" No. [-] stomped his feet frantically, and yelled at me, "Is that all you need to do! Are you not angry at all?!"

……how is this possible.

Even if I understand rationally that it is the ruler I begged first, but the pain is too painful and I can't stop being angry.At least don't keep being unilaterally suppressed and beaten...

I wavered and listened to No. [-]'s advice.

With a cold snort, she broke away from the arsenal and strode forward to the fourth door, tore off the chain, knocked on the door and urged: "Swordsman, come out to work!"

A moment later, the closed door opened, and a middle-aged man dressed as an old-time warrior stepped through the door silently.He ignored the bluffing No. [-], but looked at me quietly.

"Don't hesitate, Dazai must be dealt with!" One Number said.

I hesitated for a while, my eager heart defeated my reason, I nodded, and looked back at the swordsman: "Please. Just win against Zhijun."

The other party nodded indifferently and disappeared into the space of consciousness.

The feeling of handing over control of my body is very strange. I instantly became a detached bystander, watching myself speeding up and rushing towards Zhijun in an instant.

He started to move his wrist and planned to end the training, his eyes narrowed, he took a step to avoid the punch, and hit me.

I have a slight advantage in height and weight; my physical fitness is slightly closer to Zhijun because I have inherited part of my own data when I was an adult; the remaining combat experience is made up by the swordsman... for the first time on the field I appeared The scene of pressing Zhijun to fight.

Both sides did not hold back, and the moves became faster and faster, and they almost walked away after touching each other.I was dazzled and clapped my hands, watching the excitement as if it had nothing to do with me.

At the moment when the swordsman was about to win, Zhijun's fingertips brushed against the neck of my body in a dangerous way.

As I was sighing, my consciousness was shaken, and I was pulled back into my body unexpectedly. Before I could react, I was pressed by the back of my neck and fell to my knees.

"You cheated!" I blurted out accusing.

Zhijun, who didn't know when to take off his gloves, laughed.I was forced to lower my head, so I couldn't see his face, only heard him reply slowly.

"Ability is also a part of combat power, Miss, haven't you been using it all the time?"

...Damn it, isn't this even more annoying!

If he wants to beat Zhijun, the most important thing is to have the ability to fight back after his unknown ability takes effect.The training time is too short, you can't do it by accumulating experience, you can only rely on muscle memory.

After deciding on the train of thought, I still have to ask the personalities to help me with the rest.

Due to the changes in my body, all data needs to be re-tested and recorded in order to establish a calculation model. Halfway through the "slaying operation" unilaterally named by No. [-], the digital ghost that had been hiding from me finally appeared.

The young man who appeared on the sidelines silently, after watching the funny scene where I was overturned by the arsenal and the swordsman, pulled the hood and coughed uncomfortably: "Well, the new model has been successfully built, you can use it normally .”

I climbed up by pressing my ribs with a distorted expression, my thinking was dulled by the pain, and I asked in confusion: "What? You are..."

The young man was visibly depressed, and he pursed his lips tightly. After a few seconds, he said quickly: "In short, my work is done. They all know how to use it. There is no need to come to me—"

He turned around and ran away in a panic, his large black and white contrasting color sweater raised like a cape, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Sitting on the railing and watching, No. [-] staggered with laughter and almost fell off the training ground.

"That guy is going to go back to the house and cry!" she hilariously said, "You never forgot his name before, it's 'Digital Ghost'!"

Ah, bad.

My expression became more painful, and I squeezed out a weak excuse: "...The problem is that he never showed up before."

"Just apologize to him next time we meet. The ghost knows your situation and won't care." The armory came to help me, with a relaxed tone, "After the model is built, you can start the combat simulation. I want to beat Mr. Dazai , this capability is essential.”

The computing power sharing of the digital ghost is indeed an out-and-out magic weapon.

As long as you can adapt, all kinds of data marked in real time are comparable to AI assistants in science fiction works; not to mention collecting enough information, you can rely on the consciousness space to start simulated battles, and try thousands of times to improve the moves to defeat the enemy.

I have been training day and night for a week. If it weren't for my limited physique, I would almost feel so swollen that I could go to the world's number one martial arts competition to be the champion.

In short, when I am full of confidence and preparation, a new round of training with Zhijun has begun.

The snow field used as a training ground is not far from the safe house, it is flat and open, without any shelter for hiding.The opening was still the old-fashioned way of probing and approaching each other. Relying on the coping strategies accumulated in the simulation, I dismantled Zhijun's attacks one by one, and finally waited for the opportunity after trying my best for nearly half an hour.

Reciprocity, I seized the opportunity to win the key move, put my elbow on his neck, and pushed him into the snow.

The sleet was flying, Zhijun grabbed my wrist, and the power provided by the personalities dissipated instantly, but my other hand was already holding a rounded branch and aimed at his lateral carotid artery.

Suppressing him firmly, I smiled vigorously: "Even if I don't rely on proxy fights, I can win!"

After a moment of stalemate, Zhijun who lay down in the snow lost his strength.

"Not bad," he said.

After being affirmed, I happily let him go, got up and prepared to go back to the house, but after running a few steps, I heard his voice behind me.

——"My power is called 'Disqualification in the World', which can eliminate all supernatural powers that come into contact with it. Please remember it, miss."

I was stunned with a bright smile, turned around, and Zhijun slowly got up and patted off the broken snow on his body.

In the swaying snow and fog, I vaguely caught the faint smile that flickered from the corner of his mouth.