From the perspective of actual capability improvent, at each stage, a chanical Warrior can clearly perceive so changes.
For example, at the First Level, apart from the continuous increase in the power of operating the War Armor, as the Brain-Machine Synchronization Rate increases, the synchronization delay ti will gradually shorten, shrinking from the initial 35 milliseconds standard value, continuously reducing until the value overall decreases by 10%, reaching around 31.5 milliseconds.
If you use an amplifier, the delay ti will extend to a bit over three tis.
When Ren Zhong used the amplifier, he perceived a delay of 100 milliseconds, while his actual delay was 33.33 milliseconds at that ti.
When the four paraters surpass the Second Level, aside from higher carrying power and shorter delays, his physical fitness will undergo a true transformation, with significant improvents in muscle and bone strength, explosive power, endurance, and nerve response, among others.
Additionally, his auditory nerves will resonate with the Crystal Chip in the Armor’s Exoskeleton, resulting in nearly delay-free neural hearing.
At the Third Level, it expands to neural visual resonance.
At the Fourth Level, it completes the five senses: hearing, vision, sll, taste, and touch.
At the Fifth Level, apart from another bodily transformation, his brain and nervous system will experience full resonance with the Fifth Level Exoskeleton "Super Armor," triggering a Sixth Sense response, achieving complete human-machine integration.
People who ride a motorcycle or electric bike with a helt know that even if you lift the visor and have your ears exposed, while traveling on the road, your vision and hearing seemingly have no difference from not wearing a helt, yet you always feel a layer of detachnt from the external environnt.
The sa decibel sound seems softer than usual.
You react slower, by a margin, to sudden road hazards compared to when not wearing a helt.
Bicyclists need long-term adaptation to barely overco this detachnt.
With full-body armor, in a certain sense, a chanical Warrior is like being trapped in a humanoid coffin in the Egyptian Pyramids, experiencing both claustrophobia and a stronger sense of detachnt.
As a chanical Warrior progresses from the First to the Fifth Level, they must continuously overco this discomfort to achieve human-machine integration.
Compared to the previous upgrades, whether in pure nurical changes or real potential combat power, there truly is a nearly insurmountable chasm between the Fifth and Fourth Levels.
The greater the improvent, the harder it is to break through, and the rewards for success are greater, an undeniable truth.
No wonder there’s no Fifth Level Combat Professional in the small town yet.
No wonder a Fifth Level Professional can beco Starfire Town’s savior, this is the reason.
After thoroughly studying these materials, Ren Zhong sighed and talked to himself.
"Under normal circumstances, the annual census wouldn’t reach the point where a Fifth Level Professional must step in to resolve the situation, but this ti Starfire Town faces a different situation."
"Ma Dafu’s indulgence towards the professional teams now makes sense. Previously, he didn’t know that Starfire Resources were up to mischief, he considered the locally grown professional teams as half one of his own."
"Lin Wang, who is just one step away, is indeed most likely to breach the Fifth Level gap. Concentrating the town’s resources onto the professional teams through a pyramid-like blood-supply network is the most optimized choice for success rate."
"Sacrificing a small part to save the majority is very reasonable. Although Old Ma is relatively rciful, he also has a cold side. But unfortunately, he was backstabbed by Starfire Resources. No wonder he doesn’t directly inquire about Starfire Resources, because it’s aningless."
"But since this is a secret, how would Lin Wang say it openly in front of Zheng Tian and the others back then? Lin Wang only wanted to kill , not including Zheng Tian. Once they safely return to the town, the news will definitely leak out."
"Lin Wang didn’t have this concern. Then, canceling this matter was already irrevocable in the early stages."
"Now Ma Dafu is both desperately struggling and placing hope in Sun Miao and , hoping we take away so of the deserted people."
"This is the unavoidable fallback Old Ma has."
After analyzing this wave, even though another layer of gloominess covered Ren Zhong’s heart, he was not disheartened.
Knowing the difficulties in advance is better than being completely ignorant.
One has to know the difficulties to overco them effectively.
As a forr researcher, he has never despised difficulties, only ignorance.
In the morning, Ren Zhong slept for just over four hours.
By twelve thirty in the afternoon, he was already soaking in the training field.
At three in the afternoon, he finished his training and then sneaked into the lounge to lie down, taking a nap to catch up on sleep while waiting for the shareholder Huang to finish work.
Ti’s up!
Post the sell order now!
Funds were recovered, account balance reached 622.63.
Ren Zhong didn’t even bother to exchange pleasantries with Ju Qingng, scuttling out of the training field with a slightly fatigued body, riding his motorcycle straight to the flea market.
He had already, from previous casual chats with Zheng Tian, learned about her acquaintances in the market.
Following the lead, at three forty-three, Ren Zhong found the seller.
...
A middle-aged, pot-bellied man with a handlebar mustache, whose face imdiately strikes as cunning and shrewd, stood in front of a Thunderbolt Car, gesturing animatedly at Ren Zhong.
"Brother, as you can see, this Thunderbolt Multi-purpose Battle Car is almost new. The market price is at least nine hundred, but I’m offering it at just six hundred fifty before tax, practically giving you two hundred fifty for free."
Ren Zhong: "Bro, it’s too expensive, lower it a bit."
The chubby rchant: "Big brother! I’m giving away two hundred fifty for free. It’s not just a big loss, it’s like cutting my carotid artery off!"
Ren Zhong: "Six hundred fifty is really too much."
He squinted his eyes, quietly watching the other perform.
Go on, keep it up.
Your bottom price is 600, I can see through whatever color of underpants you’re wearing, yet here you are pretending.
The chubby rchant, undeterred: "I’m not bragging, this thing really doesn’t lack buyers. If I just put it here, half the town’s professional teams with the ans would be up here fighting for it. Whether you buy it or not is up to you."
Ren Zhong was actually a bit anxious inside.
Due to Bai Feng’s injury, Zheng Tian’s team didn’t go out hunting today.
He couldn’t possibly avoid watching them nonstop during the day.
At the mont, Zheng Tian hadn’t noticed, which was already fortunate.
Now Zheng Tian could show up at any mont.
By then, everyone would be among their own, and intercepting face-to-face would be hard to handle.
Even worse, the Thunderbolt Car’s capacity is five people; if shaless Zheng Tian sees it and asks for a favor to hitch a ride, it would be difficult to refuse on the spot.
That would truly cause everything to collapse.
Not only failing to suppress but becoming a free ride provider instead.
The plan would be completely disrupted.
Ren Zhong grit his teeth hard for a final probe, "As far as I know, your car has been here for three days. If it were so easy to sell, wouldn’t it have been snapped up earlier? Why is it still here now? Cut the crap, take-it-or-leave-it price at five hundred eighty, not a penny more. If you nod, I’ll transfer the money right away. Deal?"
Under Ren Zhong’s aggressive gaze, the seasoned and cunning chubby rchant finally caved.
He was caught with his achilles’ heel.
It’s a fact: a thing that should sell well was simply being inquired about by penniless folks for three days straight, and as soon as they heard it was over six hundred, they’d all slip away faster than rabbits.
It’s like being haunted!
He was even questioning his life.
Has Starfire Town’s populace really declined to this state?
Not even a semi-professional team could co up with six hundred!
How poor are these people!
"Alright, alright then. Let’s sign the contract."
...
Ding!
Transfer successful, paynt cleared.
Ren Zhong pushed his motorcycle onto the Thunderbolt Car’s trunk and roared away.
Though he sold the goods, the fat rchant looked like a wronged bride, gazing at the departing vehicle’s shadow in the cold wind.
Ren Zhong failed to control his expression a bit before boarding the car.
He caught a glimpse of the sneering satisfaction on this man’s face.
His heart was bleeding.
He murmured to himself, "I lost the bargaining. I lost completely. I encountered a master, and I got got!"
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