Three seconds. It wasn't that Li Feng opened his own eyes; it was the feeling of his flesh and bones melting after being hit by a laser that made him understand. According to Xiao Jin, this pain was within his mental tolerance.
Li Feng, our buddy, learned a new idiom: better dead than alive！
He personally experienced the horror of an advanced civilization, a trial that pushes both body and mind to the brink of collapse. Li Feng had begun his real hellish training hell.
But don't think this is a robot mindlessly following orders—maybe if it were some other civilization, but the Maya civilization is itself a branch of Earth's civilization, just the most advanced one. And if military experts were to see this training method, they might treasure it, worshiping Little Jin like a deity, because this is the highest limit they dream of pursuing for a lifetime, but limited by their backwardness in various areas, they are far from being able to achieve it.
Li Feng is not ungrateful for his fortune, but he's just a high school student, not a real soldier. If it weren't for the self-training he had started since middle school, he might really have collapsed from the pressure. This was also a miscalculation by Little Jin: the so-called breaking point they calculated can randomly shift.
But Li Feng is indeed different from the average person. A high schooler from an ordinary family would never be fascinated by such grueling training, yet Li Feng managed it. When he tasted a bit of benefit amidst the pain, Li Feng gritted his teeth and went all in. He was very clear: either complete it alive, or die here and become a vegetable！
He didn't want to die yet. He had parents, friends... and he was still a virgin！
The simplest basics that Little Jin mentioned were actually the tempering of every body part and their skilled control. For example, Li Feng's previous kicks could at most reach near his head—which was already impressive—but now he had to kick all the way up to perpendicular to the ground, all within 0.3 to 0.4 seconds, or else... crack！
The most basic training took an entire month, and within the first week of that month, Li Feng thought about suicide three times, and twice came close to the brink of collapse. But he pulled through. Even he was surprised he could actually survive this. Yet it was true: he didn't die from Little Jin's "simple basics," and Li Feng also gave Little Jin a new name: Devil Jin.
For a month of training, Little Gold gave Li Feng a barely passing score, which by Earthling standards was sixty-one points, with one of those points being a participation award.
The result of basic training was that Li Feng could fully and completely utilize every part of his body, and could make accurate attack responses under ten times gravity, but these were still fundamental. In Devil Gold's words, this was merely mechanical movement, a basic requirement for a warrior... it felt particularly bizarre for a human to be described as performing mechanical movements by a robot. Beyond that was the resistance to various attacks. Due to constantly receiving laser, electric shock, radiation, and other attacks, Li Feng had become very familiar with the effects of these attacks mentally. After experiencing them N times firsthand, he had completely lost his sense of fear, while also gaining maximum understanding of the strengths and weaknesses of these attacks.
This training came from the simplest of anecdotes — the visual and psychological effects of someone swinging a wooden sword at you versus holding a sharp long blade are completely different, leading to different counterattacks. Excessive tension and fear can cause a certain degree of underperformance in the latter case. As for the laser training, besides tempering the body, the other aspect was to completely eliminate this fear, allowing calm and optimal judgment under any circumstances.
In Devil Gold's view, Li Feng barely managed to achieve this. It's not that Little Gold is too devilish, but its emotional system is severely damaged, which is why it has become so rigid now. Whether this counts as lucky or unlucky for Li Feng is anyone's guess.
As for mental responses, through system adjustments they were directly connected to Li Feng's body, simultaneously carrying out various aspects of genetic self-evolution. This evolution wasn't the passive way of the Evanthians, but completely originated from the body itself, meaning it was completely undetectable by current Earth technology.
In principle, the environment determines the direction of evolution, and Little Gold accelerated this process using the power of the Maya civilization. Of course, in a robot's philosophy, this was a completely unremarkable common sense, but to others... it was simply god-like creative power.
Unfortunately, Li Feng didn't feel this at all, and he had no mood to think about it. Every day, all he did was train and sleep—he even skipped eating, drinking, and using the bathroom. The reason he slept was that it was necessary; the mental world also needed rest, and eight hours was the optimal duration—any more was useless, any less insufficient.
At the start, Li Feng simply couldn't adapt. He either couldn't fall asleep or had nightmares, and just when he wanted to sleep, Mofojin would gently wake him up with a laser. After several days of this, he learned how to control himself and enter deep sleep, getting the most complete rest. But the good times didn't last. After enjoying a week of this, the sleep remained eight hours, but within those eight hours, he would be attacked one to three times. That meant he had to maintain a certain level of alertness. It seemed contradictory, but Mofojin said there was a balance to it, and Li Feng had to find it on his own—and he had to make it work.
Li Feng felt like crying but had no tears left. Was he training to be a mobile suit pilot or an assassin? However, Mofojin didn't reason with him. In times of danger, human potential is completely unleashed. It took him only three days to get used to this kind of sleep. This wasn't just about training in sleeping—the most direct effect was that when facing danger, Li Feng would develop an indescribable premonition.
A battle-hardened veteran often feels this way, and occasionally, some exceptionally strong-willed geniuses could achieve it too. They called it the 'sixth sense.' But for Li Feng, it was forged through real, hard training.
But all of this was just basic training. The first month had barely ended, and the next phase of training was about to begin！
At that moment, Li Feng had only one feeling: how wonderful last month's life had been！