With so many tools and vehicles, Fang Yang finally knew why the cost of the free race training competition was so expensive, and these damaged vehicles alone might be more than just this money, not to mention the maintenance of the venue.

Of course, Fang Yang also knows that the free racing venues in the underground black market are highly intelligent, with the functions of self-repair and optimization.

As long as there is no large-scale destruction, such as burning ten miles of fire and flooding the plains, the training ground of free racing will not be damaged too much, and it will be easier to recover.

After understanding these clearly, Fang Yang's training for this free race began to become purposeful.

However, although the terrain is only here, no one can say for sure where they will start.

One moment you may be familiar with the terrain of the mountains and rivers when you first enter, and just when you are full of ambition, the next moment you are transported to the finish line, and the requirements of the race mission are to run from the finish line back to the starting point, or from the middle of the journey to the finish line, and then run back again.

Anyway, the race track is hundreds of kilometers long, and every single place can be used as a starting position, so no one knows for sure, and it would be naïve to expect that you will be able to go unfavorable by memorizing the terrain.

As the countdown to the last free race training began, some of the people present couldn't help but get nervous and couldn't help but look around.

Some of them even became grassy soldiers, staring around like frightened birds, as if everyone in the field was his enemy.

Sixteen people.

This waiting process is the hardest because you don't know who is secretly watching you from behind, or even starting to calculate you behind your back.

There was a person whose eyes were a little evasive, and he didn't dare to look at the people around him, and then fine beads of sweat began to ooze from his forehead, and his two hands kept wiping the sweat, and his face became more and more pale.

Finally, he had a somewhat emotional breakdown and couldn't bear it anymore.

Because he didn't know which person in the room would kill him in the training match that was going to be held, this feeling of being targeted but not being able to hide, especially for those who were not confident enough and did not have outstanding strength, was too tormenting.

Fang Yang couldn't help but feel sympathy for this old brother, this old brother was really nervous, worried that he would be killed by others, wouldn't it be good to hide halfway, as long as it wasn't a sea of blood, who would catch you and cut it, no need to compete?

It's a pity that this old brother obviously hasn't learned the essence of Gou, what kind of face do you want, survival is the first thing.

I'm afraid that after this time, this old brother should leave a shadow.

Seeing this old brother's lost back disappear at the exit, Fang Yang couldn't help but sigh.

Alas, 10,000 communication points have been wasted in vain.

It's still waiting, and this time the training matching, it seems that everyone's reaction is not too strong, and the match should be considered balanced, but that's it, or because someone can't bear the pressure and retreats.

It seems that there are a lot of novices who come to this underground black market to train, and they are the kind of novices who have never participated in a free race before.

At this time, someone suddenly came up with a cigarette in his mouth and asked, "Brother, can I borrow a fire?"

Fang Yang was stunned, glanced at him, and said, "I'm sorry, no." ”

"It's fine. ”

The man smiled at Fang, then walked away, taking a seat somewhere in the hall.

For this person, Fang Yang seemed to have a strange feeling, but where the strangeness was, Fang Yang couldn't say clearly, anyway, it was an intuition.

......

In a corner of the waiting hall, there are several discarded equipment and tools. Chinese bar

There was a man sitting in the corner, spitting through the clouds, and only a rough outline of him could be seen.

Seeing a person approaching like this, the sitting person took another deep breath, feeling the fishy sensation rolling in his heart and chest, and then spit out an eye circle with satisfaction, closed his eyes, and asked in enjoyment, "How is it?"

The person who came was the tall young man who asked Fang Yang to borrow the fire before, he first shook his head, and then found a place to sit down, and then said: "The fluctuation of genetic potential is too weak, I can't say if it's not, but his body is very healthy, and his whole body is original, and there is no trace of a mechanical prosthesis, which is very rare in Night City." ”

With that, the tall young man threw a watch-like probe in his hand into the other's hand.

The man caught it, looked at the number displayed on the probe's head, and couldn't help frowning, "Thirty-five percent?"

Genetic potential is a symbol of the power of interstellar cosmic warriors, generally speaking, people who have gradually passed, or have developed genetic potential, will release more than 40% of their potential, that is, F-level.

Because ordinary human beings can smoothly release one-third of the potential in the human body without much grinding or traction, that is, about 33 percent.

Therefore, 35% of the genetic potential is really pitiful, not even as good as some ordinary people.

With a little training and guidance, some ordinary people can hit about 40 percent, which is already the worst talent qualification of a martial artist, that is, martial scum, which belongs to the kind that no one will ask to take a look at.

The two had long seen what was unusual about Fang Yang, and suspected that he was a martial artist who had been thrown into the same city for spiritual trials.

Before that, they had also met a warrior in a remote corner not far from the slums.

It's just that when that warrior landed in this city, he fell and was seriously injured, which is what Fang Yang said was unlucky.

The two of them snatched something from him and gave him a ride.

In the end, there was only one less competitor for the spiritual trial.

Instead of exposing the warrior's body to the wilderness, they threw it on the streets of the old city at night.

They can guarantee that there will be no trouble coming to their door, let alone being targeted by bounty hunters.

Because this martial artist's physique was the same as Fang Yang's, it was as healthy as if it had not been polluted in any way, and it was incompatible with this city.

The corpse of this warrior will definitely be taken for research experiments, and the intact parts will even be directly stripped to make prosthetic limbs.

These frenzied reapers, there will never be a drop of residue left, and they will tear the corpse of this warrior clean.

Therefore, when they saw Fang Yang this time, they also came with such a purpose, wanting to kill him first and then quickly.

However, when it was confirmed whether Fang Yang was a martial artist or not, something seemed to have gone wrong.

This genetic potential is too low, a little ridiculously low, not like a martial artist at all.

But anyone who comes to this city and pursues the ultimate spiritual trial, not to mention the pride of the sky, which one is not the best, how can there be a person with such a low genetic potential, and the nuclear factor level is not F-level, this kind of person is simply impossible to get to where he is now.

The man held the cigarette butt between his ring fingers, stretched out his thumb and kept rubbing his temples, his brows twisted, and said to himself, "Is it really wrong?"

"Perhaps. ”

After a pause, the tall young man said again: "Anyway, his genetic potential is so low, even if he is a martial artist who lands, it is nothing, let's just keep an eye on it." ”

At this point, the two had no choice but to dispel the idea of killing.