2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Huh... it feels like C-level."

Yan Muyun jumped twice on the spot, feeling full of power all over his body. And he didn't know if it was a psychological factor or something, but now he felt that even his injuries were not that serious.

"Roar! Roar!" The pained roar of the Titan not far away was still full of energy. Obviously, although its injuries were serious, they were far from fatal.

"That's the only good thing about low-level Titans. As long as they are slightly seriously injured, they will completely lose their minds. If they don't get too close, there is basically no threat... But it's okay to let them keep making trouble like this. ."

Yan Muyun lowered his head and glanced at the dagger in his hand, and a somewhat crazy idea suddenly came to his mind. Immediately, he raised his brows slightly, turned the dagger around and inserted it back into his waist.

He prepares to fight a crazed Titan with his bare hands.

Titans are the most powerful race in terms of physical strength among the ten types of alien species. Their only characteristic is that they are thick-skinned and strong.

C-level human genetic warriors can defeat most of the infant stage mutants head-on, while infant stage titans can defeat most of the C-level human genetic warriors head-on.

Of course, the qualification here is "frontal", that is, putting aside all other factors and focusing on physical strength.

Ordinary C-level genetic warriors can actually deal with infant Titans on their own, because they have a brain that is many times smarter than the latter, and they know how to use terrain, equipment, tactics and other means.

"Come on!" Someone's eyes were shining and he rushed forward with a roar.

His current performance is not so much a C-level human genetic warrior, but more like another infant titan. Because no one is stupid enough to charge straight at a Titan, and a crazed Titan at that.

The human voice attracted the attention of the Titan. Its small memory obviously still remembered that its eyes were blinded by this human. It roared angrily, kicked off its legs, and directed its entire body towards the sound. Pounced in the direction.

Yan Muyun's vision suddenly dimmed, and the top of his head was completely covered by the huge body.

"boom!"

The Titan hit the ground hard, pinning him down.

...

"Fuck!" The clown who had been paying attention to the monitoring device was startled and his eyes widened suddenly.

"Tsk..." Xiao Zhuo next to him couldn't help but smacked his lips, frowning.

The clown touched his chin and felt a little embarrassed: "We won't cause trouble, right?"

"No, it's obvious that the boy's actions were deliberate, not accidental." Xiao Zhuo shook his head, but even he couldn't understand why the other party rushed forward and was hit by a several-ton weapon without dodging. The huge thing was pressing down beneath him.

But what happened next made both of them silent.

I saw the Titan lying on the ground on the screen suddenly swelled slightly, and then "flyed" up.

It didn't fly high, only about five or six meters, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Yan Muyun ran up and grabbed one of Titan's fingers with one hand, and then pressed that hand firmly to the ground. Titan separated and struggled, but his palms seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move at all.

"Are you wrestling with Titan?" The clown suddenly felt that his code name should be given to Yan Muyun, because compared to his ability to live and perform art, he was far behind him.

"This kid probably got promoted during the battle and is testing his strength with the Titan." Xiao Zhuo sighed.

"But even a C-level genetic warrior, the power should not be..." Halfway through the words, the clown saw Yan Muyun turn around in the picture, his eyes were as bright as two flashlights, and he closed them immediately Mouthed.

Oh, it turned out that the blood was turned on.

"If you fight him with all your strength... Well, if you don't use super powers, what are your chances of winning?" Xiao Zhuo tilted his head slightly and looked at the youngest member of his team.

The clown is actually only 24 years old this year. If you insist on age, he is not much older than those students, so he is now the only B-level genetic warrior in the Dragon Sword special team. As for everyone else, they have naturally reached A level.

However, it is worth mentioning that he and Xiao Zhuo are the only S-submersible genetic warriors in the team.

At the end of last year, the military department originally said that a new member would join the Dragon Sword Team, but the order was withdrawn not long after. It was said that the original soldier was temporarily assigned to other tasks.

This made the clown worry about this for a long time. He thought that he was no longer the most junior in the team. He had been preparing for a long time how to welcome the newcomers, but the result was that he was greatly disappointed.

...

Returning to Xiao Zhuo's question, the clown thought for a while, and seemed to have carefully simulated the situation of fighting the opponent in his mind. Finally, he shook his head with a serious expression: "Less than 10%."

As the captain, Xiao Zhuo not only did not encourage him, saying that he was "belittled", but he also nodded seriously: "I think so too."

If the members of this elite special team didn't take the "Golden Eyes" too seriously at the beginning of the special training, now they really feel its dominance in all aspects of combat.

It is no exaggeration to say that anyone from Yan Muyun and Longjian's special team has a high chance of winning in an actual fight in this mountain forest.

One was a "vegetative" who was still lying in bed more than half a year ago, and the other was a special warrior who had been trained and tested for a long time. The gap between the two was narrowed at an incredible speed just because of his two golden eyes.

"He is so lucky." The clown sighed for no reason, with undisguised envy in his tone.

Xiao Zhuo smiled: "I think this is talent. I have to admit that sometimes the gap between people cannot be made up by hard work alone. Just like you, you are also a talented guy, S latent gene warrior . There are so many people in the army, no matter how hard they work, no matter how they train day and night, in the end most of them will only be Grade A or Grade B, right?"

The clown grinned and did not respond, but it was obvious that he was still a little dissatisfied.

"Your captain is right. Sometimes, a person's talent can really determine everything."

In the dark night, a strange man's voice suddenly sounded without warning, and the cool night wind blew into their ears, making them shiver almost at the same time.

Xiao Zhuo and Joker pulled out the weapons from their waistbands almost instantly, turned around and faced the rear in fighting postures.

I saw an ordinary man in gray robes standing about twenty meters away, looking at them with a relaxed attitude. His face was blurry and could not be seen clearly. It must have been covered by some kind of technical means.

Xiao Zhuo and Joker's expressions were extremely solemn at this time, not only because a stranger appeared in this secret special training camp, but also because the other party was so close to them, and they were completely unaware of it until the other party made a sound.

Not even being able to detect someone approaching, this can be said to be a shame for a soldier, and it is even more of a shame for the words "Elite Special Forces Team".

The strange man seemed not to notice any hostility at all, and rambled on about his theory: "People are born with different qualities, but don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about birth or wealth... but..." The essence of life. Just like you, with a strong body and a reasonably bright mind, you are considered superior. The largest number of ordinary people in the world are mostly average. And those who have congenital defects, such as physical, or If it is mental...it is undoubtedly inferior..."

The clown sneered: "What about you? You divide human beings into upper, middle and lower classes. You don't seem to be among them, right?"

The stranger spread his arms, as if he didn't hear the insinuation that he was "not a human" in the other person's words. Instead, he was happy and said: "Yes, because we... have already separated." Human beings' category. Our existence...is inherently more advanced than yours."