Seeing that even Zheng Yuze failed, the soldiers of the Southwest Galaxy all felt a chill in their hearts.
"This is bad. Even Zheng Yuze failed. The Tiger of Blueblood must be very proud," the young soldier sitting next to Han Sen said gloomily.
Then, the young soldier looked at Han Sen and said, "Brother, how about you?
Do you have the confidence to pass?
We can only count on you now. "
Hearing the young soldier's question, the other soldiers also turned their attention to them, wondering how Han Sen would answer.
Most of the soldiers had failed the challenge, and there were only a few left. Among the remaining people, Han Sen was definitely the most likely and hopeful one. Naturally, everyone put their hopes on him.
"No problem," Han Sen answered briefly.
Between soldiers, there was no need to be humble on the battlefield. All they needed to do was to trust their comrades and make them trust them.
Although this was not a battlefield, it concerned the honor of the soldiers of the Southwest Galaxy. Han Sen could not show any sign of weakness or lack of confidence.
Teuil also heard the conversation between Han Sen and the young soldier. He just curled his lips in contempt and did not say anything.
In Teuil's opinion, ordinary soldiers were not comparable to him at all. The Blueblood Special Forces were the best of the best, so they were naturally much better than ordinary soldiers.
Before coming here, Teuil had a deep understanding of his three opponents. Han Sen, who entered Daphne through connections, was not an opponent he recognized at all.
Even though Han Sen's fitness was a little bit beyond his expectation, in Teuil's opinion, Han Sen was still not enough to be his opponent.
The strength of his fitness could only mean that he had received a lot of geno points in God's Sanctuary. As for whether those geno points were obtained by himself, it was hard to say.
As for the Sprint test, Teuil did not think Han Sen could really pass it.
Ten levels of difficulty were set with a gravity of 100. A physical fitness of 100 would definitely not be able to support the entire test. Zheng Yu was unable to walk to the end because of her lack of physical strength.
Han Sen had used the method of stimulating his potential in the first level to hit out a hundred and ten points of strength, which meant that his physical fitness was only a little more than a hundred points. This kind of physical fitness was much worse than Zheng Yuze's. How could he break through?
Therefore, from Teuil's point of view, Han Sen was just bragging when he said that there was no problem.
Teuil despised making unfulfilled promises to his comrades.
Not long after, it was Han Sen's turn. Han Sen jogged into the Extreme Sprint. He was not in a hurry to start. First, he adjusted his body's condition.
His current fitness was about a hundred. Under the gravity of a hundred, he could only move inside by walking. If he wanted to reach the speed of crossing the metal wall, he had to run in a state of Overload.
To pass the entire Extreme Sprint, Han Sen had to allocate every bit of strength reasonably. Otherwise, he was likely to fall down due to lack of strength. No matter how good the rhythm was, it was useless. This was the lack of hard strength.
After adjusting his body's condition, Han Sen slowly took a breath and took the first step under the eyes of thousands of people.
When he took the first step, in fact, every step of the entire pass had been calculated by Han Sen. Perfectly allocating physical strength to the moment when he needed it, and not wasting any physical strength, this was what Han Sen needed to do now.
Han Sen moved quickly on the metal wall. His heart was beating wildly as if it was powered, and the bones in his body were slightly groaning.
The feeling was different from others. It was even different from Teuil's barbaric way of clearing the level. Han Sen's way of clearing the level gave people an indescribable feeling of smoothness.
It was like a demonstration video given by the system. There was a mechanical feeling of smoothness, as if Han Sen was a set program. Every movement, even every look, was reasonable and unnatural.
"Very good." After watching for a while, the chief could not help but nod slightly.
For someone of Han Sen's age to be able to control his body so well, it could be said that it was very rare.
Many of the senior officers watching the game were even a little surprised. Even surpassers like them might not be able to control their bodies so well.
This was simply not like the way humans controlled their bodies. It was more like the control of the brain. Every bone and every inch of muscle was operating in the most simple and effective way. The feeling of perfect smoothness that was close to a machine made people's scalp tingle.
The secretary's scalp was tingling, but he was also sweating.
Mistake, a huge mistake. His investigation and analysis of Han Sen was thousands of miles away from Han Sen himself. It was as if he was investigating a different person, not Han Sen.
Although the ordinary soldiers couldn't understand as much as the high-ranking officers, the fluidity made their hair stand on end. They felt an inexplicable sense of excitement and agitation.
Teuil frowned slightly. Even he was a little surprised by Han Sen's performance. It was difficult for him to have such fine control of his body.
However, Teuil did not think that Han Sen could clear the level with such control. After all, if he did not have enough strength, sometimes it could not be made up for with skills.
It was like a person only had one yuan. No matter how much you saved, no matter how well you distributed it, it was impossible to use that one yuan to eat for a month.
Reasonable distribution could maximize the effect of power, but there had to be enough power to distribute it.
When Han Sen was halfway through, he was already covered in sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water. Even his hair was wet and stuck to his scalp.
His skin was abnormally red, and his body temperature was rising. His bones were creaking, as if they were going to break at any time.
The soldiers and officers watching Han Sen could not help but worry about Han Sen. Under such a state of overload, he still had half of the way to go. It would be difficult for him to make it to the end.
Han Sen did not think so. Although the consumption of 100 gravity was higher than he thought, if he wanted to, he could still finish the whole way.
In terms of endurance, there were few hyper geno arts in the world that could compare with Jadeskin. When Yang Manli wanted to test his endurance, she was shocked by him.
He was sweating like rain, but his eyes were calm and determined. Han Sen was still moving at his own pace, quietly running Jadeskin. A cool air gushed out from all the cells in his body, making his hot body feel a lot better, but he could still feel the soreness all over his body.
Although Han Sen seemed to be exhausted, for some reason, when people saw Han Sen's eyes and expression, they felt inexplicably at ease.
It made people involuntarily feel that he could be trusted and that he could make it to the end, as long as he wanted to.
This was the tenacity and charm of a warrior. There was no way to describe it with words, and there was no reason for it. There was only trust.