2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Inner courtyard scientific research building, test and training room No. 3.

Yan Muyun's body was covered with precision instruments. He stood in the center of the room with one arm raised, and a translucent silver-white hexagonal barrier erected in front of him.

With the silver-white barrier as the boundary, the ground ahead was scorched black and scattered with countless deflated bullet casings. The large-area alloy floor deformed, twisted, and rolled up, with pungent green smoke rising from underneath. Behind the barrier, the ground was intact, with no trace of damage visible.

Opposite Yan Muyun, there was a humanoid mecha that was more than 3 meters tall and covered in earthy yellow paint, giving people an extremely solid and heavy feel.

At this moment, the mecha raised its arms flatly, and the two multi-barreled rotating machine guns slowly stopped. The surface of the two adult thigh-thick barrels protruding from its shoulders was slightly red, and white smoke floated out.

"This defense capability is probably S-level." In the monitoring room, Bai Yongning, a thin man with gray hair and a slim figure, admired while holding a cup of hot tea.

Several researchers sitting in front of the computer turned around and gave him a strange look.

The defensive capabilities of Yan Muyun's [Silver Defense] are accurately recorded in the official files. It stands to reason that today it only needs to be tested casually. As a result, Professor Bai not only used all kinds of weapons in the training room, but also transferred an experimental model of heavy-fire mecha developed by that "little madman".

Professor Bai was smiling, as if he didn't notice the eyes of several people looking at him, and he was sipping tea leisurely.

Well, it feels much better to shoot this guy so many times.

He did this not only because Yan Muyun was mean at noon, but it also had a deeper meaning.

Now the scientific research department needs to master the characteristics of the [Silver Guard] ability as much as possible, and for this purpose a large amount of experimental data is needed. Only in this way can we try to deduce the upper limit of this ability.

Yan Muyun is not the only person to win this "honor". In fact, the college needs to have a clear concept of the abilities of all students, so that it can formulate detailed plans to guide their development. At the same time, when releasing key tasks, the most suitable combination can be matched according to the students' abilities and characteristics.

However, for Yan Muyun, the academy needs to grasp the upper limit of his abilities. In addition to the above two reasons, it also considers the possibility of him losing control again in the future.

"The first phase of the experiment is over." Professor Bai said calmly.

In the training room, Yan Muyun waved his hand to dissipate the silver barrier, with a trace of bitterness on his face. He always felt that the old man's personal emotions were involved in the violent bombardment he had just endured.

At this time, sleepiness came to his mind again, and he yawned, with tears in his eyes: "I'm sleepy again..."

"No sleeping!" Bai Yongning approached the microphone and shouted angrily.

Yan Muyun, who was already swaying, was startled and suddenly became more awake, but his eyes were still a little dazed.

Professor Bai had a headache. The sequelae of this boy's last rampage were too serious. Not only did he eat too much, but he also fell asleep on the spot the next second after he said he was sleepy. If this is still the case during class after the holiday, I guess not one of the classes will be able to pass by the end of the year.

"It's the last test, hang in there." He sighed and reassured.

"Okay, I'll work harder." Yan Muyun rubbed his eyes and managed to cheer up.

The humanoid mecha with earthy yellow paint and extremely thick torso and limbs still did not move away. It stood quietly in place. At this time, it looked like a huge toy model.

There is no driver inside, but is controlled remotely by researchers in the control room.

Although the accuracy of the movements of the remotely controlled mecha is far from being comparable to that of human driving, and it cannot bring out the true level of this mecha, it is more than enough to use it as an automatic turret standing on the spot.

In the monitoring room, everyone's expressions became serious at this moment, and their expressions faintly revealed nervousness and uneasiness, but also a touch of excitement.

Bai Yongning took a deep breath and said slowly: "Come on, let us see the true face of your powers..."

In the testing and training room, Yan Muyun nodded and took out a silver-white instrument from his pocket. The expression on his face became a little complicated.

"Hey." With a soft sound, a sharp metal blade popped out, glowing coldly under the light.

Yan Muyun pursed his lips, and slowly placed the blade on his wrist as if he had made great determination.

One second passed...2 seconds, 3 seconds, 4 seconds...half a minute passed, and he made no move.

Bai Yongning's old face showed a trace of softness, and he comforted softly: "Don't be afraid, even if you lose control again, we will rescue you."

At this time, in a room in the scientific research building not far from the training room No. 3, there were a few special people watching everything in the room through the monitor, waiting quietly.

If Yan Muyun loses control again, they will subdue him as soon as possible without harming him.

There was no way. The people above had to know the true face of [Blood Frontier] to determine whether Yan Muyun was a controllable blade or a nuclear bomb whose explosion time could not be predicted.

Huaxia has taken too many risks for the "blasphemers". They also need to be responsible to the people, other students in the college, and faculty and staff.

"Don't hesitate. Believe in the academy and also believe in...the country." Bai Yongning stared at the blade in the young man's hand, his voice full of seriousness.

Yan Muyun raised his head and blinked: "No, I'm just afraid of the pain."

Bai Yongning: "..."

Before he could say anything else, a touch of blood suddenly appeared on the young man's pale wrist.

The silver-white blade pressed into his wrist, and clusters of bright red blood spurted out instantly.

The researchers in the monitoring room all held their breaths, and looked at Yan Muyun nervously through the bulletproof glass.

In the room not far from the training room No. 3, several figures froze and looked at the scene on the large screen embedded in the wall of the room with extremely serious expressions at this moment.

As long as the young man inside behaves in the slightest strange way, they will take action.

"I feel like...it's okay."

In the testing and training room, Yan Muyun raised his wrist and let the dazzling scarlet blood flow down his forearm and drip onto the floor.

He didn't feel much special except that he felt some pain and felt uncomfortable watching his blood flow out.

"Super power, super power!" Bai Yongning in the monitoring room gritted his teeth and reminded.

"Oh." Yan Muyun reacted and smiled naively: "I'm still too sleepy, a little confused."

The next moment, three silver hexagons formed a barrier and suspended horizontally under his elbow, catching the falling blood.

Almost at the same time, the blood that had fallen on the floor slowly started to squirm until it floated swaying in mid-air and merged into the silver hexagon from below.

Yan Muyun stared at this scene with wide eyes, feeling miraculous in his heart.

As time goes by, the color of the silver hexagon gradually changes towards red, light red, pink, red... until the shocking scarlet.

It was at this moment that Yan Muyun was shocked. He felt something was touched in his mind. He waved his arm suddenly, and a huge scarlet barrier flashing with blood instantly opened in front of him.