2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Wow, it's quite beautiful." Russell exclaimed in small surprise.

Yan Muyun's closed eyes slowly opened and he saw the familiar silver-white barrier erected not far in front of him.

The entire barrier is in the shape of a circle with a radius of two meters, and is composed of silver-white hexagons. The edges of the barrier are slightly blurred, as if blending into the air.

"Are you so irresponsible? What if I failed to use my ability just now?" Yan Muyun was really a little angry. That was a real gun. How could you just shoot it? Aren't you afraid? Did it kill anyone?

"Okay, okay." Russell waved his hands in disapproval, then pointed in front of him and said, "Look."

Yan Muyun looked down and saw a green leaf lying quietly on the floor.

"My ability is to convert the fired bullets into different items." Russell said while pointing the gun at him again.

With a sound of "Bang!", another leaf seemed to be blown by the strong wind and gently slapped on the silver barrier.

Yan Muyun's expression softened slightly, but he frowned slightly and still said nothing.

"We have seen some testers in the past who were unable to use their abilities no matter how hard they tried during the test, which wasted a lot of our time. Later, the test results proved that it is really only when people encounter extreme environments that they can truly inspire themselves. potential."

Russell shrugged and turned the pistol twice: "My ability can not only create extreme environments, but also ensure that testers are not harmed, so I am now considered a 'gold tester' here."

Seeing her sincere explanation, Yan Muyun was embarrassed to keep showing off. He sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, I understand. Is the test over now?"

"The testing hasn't even started yet."

Russell smiled, raised the pistol again, and then said: "Remember how you feel now and keep it. You will really have to use live ammunition next, okay?"

"No problem." Yan Muyun nodded.

The silver barrier can easily block the molten demon's fireball, but he really doesn't need to take the mere pistol seriously.

What he was worried about before was only whether he could use this ability. He had never questioned the reliability of this ability.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Russell fired several times, and the alloy bullets hit the silver barrier without causing any sparks. The deformed warhead fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.

"How do you feel?" she asked as she put the gun away.

Yan Muyun shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head slightly: "I don't feel anything."

"Okay, next I will gradually increase the intensity of the test. If you can't hold it anymore, just let me know." Russell said.

Yan Muyun scratched his head and said tentatively, "How about I give you an idea of ​​what you can probably bear?"

Russell raised his eyebrows slightly, showing an interesting expression: "Tell me about it."

"My barrier can easily prevent the D-class molten demon's fireball."

There was no exaggeration or show of force in Yan Muyun's words. When he blocked the two fireballs from Melting Demon head-on, he really didn't feel anything at all.

It was as if the explosions and flames half a meter away from him were just special effects of holographic projection.

After hearing this description, Russell did not respond. He just retreated silently and did not stop until he was about 50 meters away.

And when she raised the gun again, an ominous premonition suddenly surged in Yan Muyun's heart.

"boom!!"

A violent explosion sounded, and for a moment the fire almost occupied Yan Muyun's entire field of vision.

This one is a fragmentation high-explosive grenade.

The silver barrier in front of him seemed to filter out even the sound waves that were harmful to the human body. Yan Muyun stood there. From the violent explosion about half a meter in front of him, only the sound as low as a muffled drum reached his ears.

After the faint smoke dispersed, Russell waved his hand in the distance and asked loudly: "How was it?"

Yan Muyun made a trumpet shape with one hand and responded loudly: "It doesn't seem to work!"

"You can't do it anymore?"

"No, the grenade is not very powerful!"

Russell's mouth twitched and he turned to look at the record table not far away.

Yang Mingming's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and she realized what the other party wanted to do.

Sure enough, the other person's next sentence confirmed her suspicion.

"Raise the test level of the room to the highest level!!"

Yang Mingming sighed and started operating on the screen in front of him.

Ten seconds later, the lights in the room suddenly dimmed a little, as if an invisible force field enveloped them. This force field will absorb the energy generated by the explosion to a certain extent to prevent the damage caused by it from being too great.

At the same time, a gap suddenly opened between the ceiling and the floor, and a 30-centimeter-thick silver-gray alloy wall extended from it, isolating Yang Mingming and Russell on one side, while Yan Muyun was on the other side.

In the center of the alloy wall, there is a square hole half a meter in size.

"Hiss..." Yan Muyun felt a bit toothache at this time, and he was already hesitating whether to stop or not.

After all, he really didn't know whether his silver-white barrier could compete with the alloy wall opposite.

"I'm going to shoot!" Russell shouted from a distance.

Yan Muyun swallowed and nodded subconsciously.

Gunshots rang out, and the next moment, an explosion more violent than before suddenly exploded in front of his eyes.

The flames were like huge waves, surging and roaring, and wave after wave of hysteria slapped on the silver barrier.

In the center of the alloy wall sixty meters away, the square hole had been closed the moment the gunshot rang out. The metal fragments bloomed like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, and a manic symphony was created on them.

In the footage recorded by the camera, the young man at the center of the explosion seemed to be standing on an ancient rock that had existed for thousands of years, standing as firm as a mountain without moving at all.

...

When the aftertaste of the explosion finally dissipated, Yan Muyun took a deep breath, turned his neck, and moved his stiff body a little.

To be honest, he was a little scared just now.

He could clearly feel that this explosion was much stronger than the previous high-explosive grenade and the two fireballs from the D-class molten demon.

However, this seems to be far from reaching the limit of the silver barrier.

At this moment, Yang Mingming's voice sounded from the loudspeaker on the ceiling: "The test is over, Mr. Yan Muyun, please come over."

Yan Muyun let out a breath of fear and looked around, only to see that the floor and the top of the ceiling had been blasted into large areas of scorched black. Only a large fan-shaped area behind him still maintained its original appearance.

The silver-gray metal barrier was re-stored, and Russell stood there twirling his pistol and chewing gum with an unhappy look on his face.

Yan Muyun ignored her and sat directly at his desk, his eyes extremely expectant: "Excuse me, what is my power rating?"

"C+." Yang Ming answered concisely and concisely.

"Ah..." When Yan Muyun heard this, the expression on his face became a little disappointed.

He originally thought that his ability, which could be called absolute defense, could be rated at least B-level or even A-level.

Russell smacked his lips, put the pistol back in the holster on his thigh, then sat down on the table and looked down at the 52-year-old "uncle".

"We are an organization for ordinary people, and the highest level we can evaluate and authorize is C. When you are rated C+, it actually means, 'Your ability is above level C.'"