By seven-thirty in the morning, when Ren Zhong and Ma Xiaoling met at the reserved intermediate training zone, he immediately made a request: "My current non-open carrying power of the major device is 129.4 kilowatts. If you overpower me, my training won't be effective."
Ma Xiaoling nonchalantly replied, "You're right! Actually, I've never taught anyone before. I only know how to fight, not teach. So I'll set my armor's power to 129.4 kilowatts too."
"No, cut it in half."
Ma Xiaoling: "Huh?"
"I'm at the Second Level, you're at the Fourth Level. Your rank is twice mine, so shouldn't your power be only half of mine?"
Ma Xiaoling nodded again, "Makes sense, okay then."
"Let's activate the synchronized teaching system, and start."
"Alright!"
...
Ten seconds later, Ren Zhong stood dumbfounded holding two javelins in his hands, turning his head to look at the black mark on his shoulder, then glanced at the helmet panel showing the judgment of his defeat.
