Official Synopsis: Spiritual energy has revived, and martial arts have risen. Shen Qian awakens an AFK (Away From Keyboard) system and walks towards the peak of martial arts.
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Welcome, dried-up confusion!
Shen Qian swiped his card to enter the simulator, ready to focus on grinding the "Bronze Man Formation" dungeon. This would allow him to improve his physical fitness and hone his martial arts skills, a win-win situation.
This afternoon's classes were all related to martial arts, so Shen Qian immediately asked Liu Simin for leave.
For students who aspire to study humanities, Liu Simin had no reason to object and readily agreed.
Since there was no need for explanation, Shen Qian was happy to save himself the trouble. It just so happened that there weren't many people in the physical testing center at this time, making it perfect.
After selecting the level and scene, I set the number of bronze figures to five before clicking "Start".
Just over ten seconds later, Shen Qian ended the battle. Looking at the statistics that popped up on the virtual screen, he couldn't help but frown and shake his head.
With his current strength, the five bronze warriors at the first stage of the beginner level pose no threat whatsoever.
Explosive power 467Kg, 100m speed 5.8s.
These are Shen Qian's current physical fitness data, which are already comparable to those of a typical fourth-stage beginner martial artist.
After thinking for a moment, Chen Qian directly adjusted the number of bronze figures to eight and clicked "Start" again.
However, the result was that it only took a little more time, and the player could still easily pass the level before sinking.
Shen Qian realized that because his progress was too rapid, his understanding of his own strength had become lagging.
When the number of bronze figures increased to eleven, Chen Qian finally felt the pressure.
With their flawless coordination, the combined power of the eleven bronze warriors far surpasses that of eleven ordinary first-stage martial artists attacking together, and is comparable to that of first-stage martial artists of the fourth stage or above.
Shen Qian was quickly defeated and filled with resentment.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as Shen Qian's long-dormant fighting spirit was rekindled. He took off his shirt, revealing his increasingly well-defined upper body, and took out the prepared satiety pills and super-concentrated juice from his backpack, starting the level once again.