My ability is immortal

Chapter 127 It's Not Exaggerated To Call It An Artifact

Then, since the second lightning bolt fell, it seemed to have a cascading effect, and the scene got out of hand.

Lightning fell from several cages almost at the same time, and the lavender lightning with sparkling golden sparks looked extraordinarily dazzling in the sunlight.

Under the bright sun, the high temperature scorched the earth, the sweat of the soldiers evaporated instantly, and the rising smoke made people dazzled and overwhelmed.

With the passage of time, the physical fitness of the soldiers is gradually declining, and it is becoming more and more difficult to support such high-intensity and high-standard training.

Therefore, although they gradually corrected the mistakes they made before, the possibility of making mistakes decreased, but the frequency of making mistakes became higher.

The closer the physical condition is to the limit, the more difficult it is to meet the standards specified by the Cultivation Machine.

The lightning with electric sparks kept falling, and the frequency was fast. Many people were shocked at the same time, and there were also scenes where another person was shocked after one person was shocked.

In short, when the time progressed to the second half, the lightning never stopped.

Every second, there will always be lightning falling from one of the wrecked training machines, severely hitting a certain part of the soldier's body.

In that cage, there were uncontrollable muffled hums and low growls, and the sounds were endless.

However, no one was wailing, or begging for mercy like those classmates.

No one cried bitterly!

All the soldiers are forcibly enduring, gritting their teeth and persevering.

Iron-blooded tenderness, what can break them is never the physical pain, but the softness deep in their hearts.

Outside the arena, the audience from the beginning to the end, the discussion never stopped:
"Hey, that idiot Old Hei got electrocuted again!"

"The electricity is good, you can see that his movements behind him are quite standard."

"Yeah, but... Everyone seems to be too active in practice?"

"I've been practicing for nearly an hour, and my physical fitness is at its limit."

"It's so miserable... But, I'm so envious! When will it be my turn?"

The soldiers in the distance watched eagerly. Of course they saw the pain suffered by the comrades in the cage, but they also saw the gains.

No one didn't want to experience it. They wished they could rush to Han Mu's side right now, begging Han Mu to give them a try.

"Check for gaps and make up for leaks, strict standards. This broken... thing you made is really effective!"

Sun Zheng looked at it for a while, and finally couldn't help sighing.

In his eyes, these wretched... ruined training machines completely exposed the flaws of these fighters' fighting skills, and they didn't let go of them at all.

Even those minor flaws that are not noticeable on weekdays will be found without omission, and then let them be corrected to further improve their fighting skills.

It's like a quality inspection machine, put every soldier into it for quality inspection, all faults can be detected, and then corrected until the standard is met.

Such a machine, it is not an exaggeration to call it an "artifact"!
"How long... will this last?"

Sun Zheng asked again, he knew that these virtual things made up of the energy of heaven and earth must not exist forever.

"When they reach their physical limit, they will disappear automatically." Han Mu replied truthfully.

"Oh... it's a pity."

Sun Zheng was rather disappointed when he heard the words. Although this was within his expectation, he still had a look of regret.

If this thing can exist for a while longer, it will allow more fighters to check and make up for the gaps. It's a pity...

"Besides... due to my current limited ability, I can produce at most [-] ruined training machines in a day."

Han Mu smiled and told the bad news again.

"Ok?"

Sun Zheng suddenly opened his eyes slightly, thoughtfully, and said in a hurried voice:
"Is this... related to your spiritual power? Can it be enhanced with external force, so that you can make more?"

If possible, he would be very willing to open the treasury and let Han Mu choose what he needs.

"Yes, not quite."

Han Mu nodded, then shook his head slowly, explaining:
"The reason for this is very complicated. It is more due to the limitation of my ability itself. It is difficult to explain clearly. In fact, I can get more training machines, but..."

Having said that, Han Mu paused.

"Just what?"

Sun Zheng answered quickly. He felt that Han Mu might have some difficulties, and he wanted to see if he had the ability to solve them.

"It's just that I have to sacrifice my precise healing times."

Han Mu spoke after deliberating, and then briefly explained the difference between precise healing and mechanical healing.

The words have been polished, although they haven't said too much detail, but there is nothing unreasonable.

Sun Zheng understood as soon as he heard it. Qiu Yueping had just said similar words in the hall, so he shook his head without thinking about it and said:

"Forget it! Accurate healing is more effective, and we can't make sacrifices in this regard."

This precise healing is the key ability of Sun Zheng's dream of using Han Mu to build a "perfect" army. How could he make sacrifices in this regard?
Each martial artist's ability will have more or less restrictions, of course, a suitable strategy must be used to maximize the effect of the ability.

"So, you can still give precision healing to the soldiers now, right?"

Sun Zheng tilted his head slightly and asked with a faint smile.

His eyes were fiery, the disappointment just now was swept away, and the expectation in his heart was rekindled.

The healing of this ruined training machine has this effect, so how good can the effect of precise healing be?
"Of course, these fighters are just fine."

Han Mu smiled as he looked at the still standing still soldier in front of him.

"Then let's start!" Sun Zheng urged.

"Row."

Han Mu nodded, and immediately turned on the scanning function of the system.

At this time, the healing of the twenty ruined training machines came to an end, and one after another the training machines disappeared.

When the last training machine disappeared, the last soldier inside also fell limply.

The 20 people fell evenly on the muddy ground, with their limbs spread out, unable to move, as if they had lost half of their strength;

The clothes on his body were completely soaked in sweat, sticking to his chest, heaving violently with his chest cavity.

No one had the strength left to support them to stand up, their legs were trembling and their bodies were limp.

Seeing this, the comrades watching from a distance hurried over, helped the soldiers up, and put them in a cool place to rest.

They knew that these cured comrades had really reached their physical limits.

After a while, Han Mu also scanned the flaws of a soldier in front of him, and then hooked his hand at the soldier:
"You go out."

Hearing this, the soldier ran out quickly, with an unconcealable excitement on his face.

He heard exactly what Han Mu said to their chief just now, so he naturally knew what he was going to face next.

This is his opportunity, a huge opportunity!

(End of this chapter)