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In Babylon, there are actually more ways to absorb knowledge. For example, the intelligent brain can connect to the federal database, which contains a large number of electronic books for reading. Books like paper media are no longer common now. The three books Hütton threw to Allen were wrinkled, and it can be seen that they have been a few years.

These three books are "Biography of Famous Generals", "Strategies of Powerful Ministers" and "Playboy"! Allen looked at the third book, which was not so much a book as a magazine. On the cover of the magazine, a sexy girl was posing in an attractive position. Allen was in a quest, not knowing how this book would help him. Suddenly, Houton took back the magazine in lightning and coughed dryly: "I got this book wrong."

Then he threw another book quietly over, but it was a "Bio Illustration" about dangerous species.

The death ring mainly tends to be cruel competitions between the contestants, but it will also place a certain number of dangerous species to increase the difficulty of the competition and increase the price for the audience more fun. Therefore, this book "Biographies" is very useful to Allen, who can learn more about the dangerous species and their habits.

As for the other two books, the boy was much less interested, after all, he was not yet at the age of being keen on scheming and strategy.

After lunch, there is free time. There are two free time periods in a day, once at noon and evening, each time for two hours. Allen left after lunch, and he took the elevator to the top floor. The elevator opened, and a vast space appeared before Allen.

With the opening design, when the elevator door is opened, you can see the huge space on the top floor with a whopping 5,000 square meters. The wide space itself alone has unparalleled shock. Alan's little heart was hit again, but after coming to Babylon, he was hit a lot, so he quickly came to his senses this time.

Out of the elevator entrance, there is an information wall with a floor plan of the training hall. Alan can see the structure of the training hall on it. The training hall consists of a central venue and several training areas with different functions. The central venue is a place for rest and chatting, while other training areas have other tutors or trainers to guide the contestants to use the tools in this area.

The best place to make friends is naturally the central venue, but Allen did not rush to run to the venue. He was more interested in the training area with different functions. Anyway, it would not take much time to take a walk. Then go to the central venue to meet the competitors this time, and there is still plenty of time.

The functional area is centered on the central venue and is distributed in an annular shape along a passage. There are arrows on the floor as a sign. Alan walks in a clockwise direction, first there is a shooting area. It is divided into several small areas, and two teenagers are practicing inside. One of them is a sniper rifle, and the other is a bow and arrow.

Allen was not interested in shooting, so he continued to move forward, and next there was a fighting area. In the fighting area, you can play two-person battles or simulated fighting with the smart brain. Allen stayed here for a while and then continued to visit.

After walking for most of the time, he stopped in a functional area where the reflex nerves were trained. Several teenagers were training at the same time. They were wearing helmets and holding a short metal rod, constantly waving something at the air. Sometimes they would dodge and flip, just like fighting fiercely with an invisible opponent.

A woman next to her walked over, in her early twenties, wearing a tight silver uniform, outlining her beautiful figure. Alan saw a nameplate on her chest with the words "Tesa Trainer" written on it.

"I know you, Ellen, the young master from District 13, right?"

Trainer Tessa walked up to Allen, lay down a little and said to him, "How is it? Are you interested in visiting it?"

This angle just allowed Allen to see the pair of murder weapons hidden under the collar. The round outline was very lethal to the boy. Allen naturally reacted. He stepped back a little embarrassedly and said, "What are they doing?"

"Those are sensors, and they can use them to train the reflex nerves in scenarios simulated by the brain. They can make you faster, more accurate, and more calm." Tessa walked behind Alan and pushed him and said, "Go, try it."

As Tessa stood up straight, Alan happened to come to her breasts. So the boy found that the things behind her breasts were extremely soft. At this time, Tessa said softly in his ear: "If you like, I can let you try something else. But now is not the time."

Another lethal sentence.

Tessa took him to another vacant training area, helped Alan wear a sensing helmet, and handed him a short metal rod. The trainer explained: "The sensing helmet will make you immersive in a simulation scene. The somatosensor in your hand can simulate the weapons you are familiar with according to your habits. All you have to do is shoot down the virtual frisbee. Each frisbee down requires a corresponding score. When the score accumulates to a certain extent, the difficulty will gradually increase."

"This is the first time you've been here, so you'll start with the simplest difficulty."

After the wear was completed, Alan's eyes were first pitch black, which was the relationship between the sight being blocked by the helmet mask. After a moment, a glimmer began to appear, and the light gradually became brighter. Finally, Alan saw an open grassland, which was a scene simulated by the Intelligent Brain. At the same time, Alan also heard the Intelligent Brain's prompt: "Please choose to use weapons."

Then a menu appeared in front of me, with many options in it, and there were many types of weapons to choose from. Allen immediately chose a battle knife, and the somatosensor in his hand immediately changed from a short stick to a tactical long sword about nearly a meter long.

Then he adjusted the weight, length, width and other details. After a moment, a big knife similar to Kuang Tu appeared in Allen's hands. Alan tried the feel, and after almost the same as Kuang Tu, he whispered: "It's time to start."

So the space in front of me first showed the words "1", and then a rotating flywheel suddenly appeared and roared towards Allen's chest. Allen raised his knife and slashed it straight away, and the flywheel immediately exploded into a ball of fireflies.

One flywheel after another flew directly, swept obliquely, or hovered, flying towards Allen at different angles and orbits. Allen waved the sword in his hand and easily exploded these things. After shooting down more than a dozen flywheels, the difficulty of the brain increased. The next moment, two flywheels collided at the same time, and Allen swung the sword and shot it down.

When the difficulty level increases to 3, Allen cannot be as relaxed as before. He began to avoid it, and had to observe the trajectory of the flywheel, and even used predictions to successfully shoot down each flywheel. After the difficulty level was increased by one level, the number of flywheels at the same time reached four, and the speed doubled! In this way, Allen's reaction time was shorter.

At this moment, the four flywheels almost covered the space that Allen could avoid normally. Whether to retreat or move sideways, he would inevitably bump into one or two of them. Seeing the flywheel hit, Allen suddenly jumped forward and passed through the gap between the four flywheels in an extremely thrilling manner. He bounced his body on the ground, swung his body and slashed it. After the calculated knife trajectory, he shot down the four flywheels almost at the same time!

He didn't know that a group of people had gathered outside the training area at some point. There were mentors and trainers from the training area, and some people from the preparatory committee. Some of them even opened their brains and were recording something. In addition, there were also some teenagers participating in the death ring, and they were staring at the scoring boards above the training area.

When the score jumped to the number 485, a girl couldn't help but exclaim: "He broke Lucy's record!"

"Who is this guy?"

"Don't you know? It's Allen from District 13, the idiot who volunteered to participate in the death ring."

The boys were talking, and then there was another scream. Someone pointed at the scoring board and shouted: "It's already over 500 points. Oh my God, that's the difficulty of level 5!"

Now, in Allen's eyes, five flywheels have already attacked at the same time. Finally, the difficulty has exceeded the limit he can achieve. After successfully shooting down two flywheels, he was finally hit on his left chest in the third wave of flywheel attacks. The intelligent brain prompted the training to be over. The text starts.

After taking off his helmet, Alan saw Tessa. The woman excitedly hugged him firmly and buried Alan in her almost suffocating peaks. Alan finally broke free and found that there were people outside the training area. Most of them applauded the scores he had obtained, and the teenagers who participated in the competition cast hostile eyes at Alan, so Alan knew that these people could cross out on his list of alliances.

"Good job, it actually broke my Miss's record!" A arrogant voice sounded, and the crowd separated from each other, and a girl who was about Alan strode in.

Behind her, there were four or five young girls.

The girl had long golden hair like sunshine, and her long hair was tied into a ponytail. She jumped restlessly behind her head with the steps of the girl, like a flame! Her facial features were delicate and picturesque, and her eyebrows were filled with a breath of flamboyance. Her rare green eyes reflected Alan's figure like a good green agate. She turned around Alan twice, and inadvertently knocked Tessa away a few steps, suddenly stretched out her hand and put it on Alan's shoulder and said, "I like you, come, be my subordinate!"

Behind the girl, several teenagers turned their faces, with obvious smiles on their faces. But Alan couldn't laugh at all. Of course, this girl was very beautiful. She also had the aura that Alan liked, which was high and distant, just like distant mountains and forests.

But this girl was so arrogant, she was almost arrogant. Alan used two fingers to pick up her little hand that was put on her shoulder and said calmly: "I refuse."

"Why?" the girl showed an unexpected expression.

"I don't want to be anyone's subordinate, especially a woman."
Chapter completed!