Chief Zhou Yang, they are indeed fine, but they consume a lot of energy.

At their level, they are either not injured, or they are seriously injured or even killed, after all, compared to other races, human beings are still a lot more fragile.

"Boy, what did he do to you?" Zhou Yang always bared his teeth, and his energy was overloaded in a short time, grandma's, it was really fucking painful.

"He seems to have read my memory." Ling An's face was not good-looking.

Milton walked along, his white armor fading, revealing his handsome face behind him.

Seeing that the armor of the two of them had converged into a suitcase, Ling An looked surprised.

"This is the armed armor of an S-class warrior, custom-made, containing a variety of human top-notch technology." Seeing Ling An's eyes, Milton smiled mildly and stretched out the box turned into a battle armor towards Ling An.

Ling An was curious, and couldn't help but reach out and take it.

"Chief Milton, how is this armor ......?"

Before he finished speaking, Ling An's face changed, why is this box so heavy.

"It's deflated, stinky boy." Chief Zhou Yang said with a smile, although his face was still a little pale, it was really cool to see Ling An's flushed face.

Ling An does not believe in evil, the engine is activated, and the twenty-five degree energy limit is used.

Chief Zhou Yang and Chief Milton showed a hint of surprise in their eyes.

"Boy Ling An, have you broken through the boundaries?"

Before he went to the battlefield, he had the power of a D-class warrior, and this kid was really a genius.

But even so, Ling An couldn't pick up this box, which made him very surprised, with his current strength, even if it was a one-ton box, it wouldn't be impossible to lift.

The box didn't move.

Ling An was not convinced, and ran Zhou Tianjue, relying on that increasing energy to increase his strength.

The strength that had been rapidly weakening from the limit of twenty-five degrees slowly increased, and it reached twenty-five degrees again.

The box remained, unmoving.

Ling An gritted his teeth, he didn't believe it, he couldn't even pick up a box! In front of Zhou Yang and Milton, where did his face go?

It seemed that under the impression of Ling An's spiritual power, Zhou Tianjue was in a hurry.

On the side, Milton was smiling and ready to stop Ling An's attempt, he was just making a small joke.

But Chief Zhou Yang stopped him.

"Whatever this kid is, see how far he can go." Chief Zhou Yang said.

Milton gave him a strange look.

"Old man, even if his limit level reaches twenty-five degrees, it is impossible to pick up the armor box at this stage, what do you want to do?"

"Just look at it, and there's nothing to lose." The corners of Zhou Yang's mouth rose, at this moment, his face was much better, after all, he was also one of the strongest human beings, and his body recovered quickly.

Milton was helpless, his old friend was sometimes unlikable at this point, and he didn't like to do things to explain the reason.

Not far away, a figure fell.

This is also a man covered in armor, which is brown, and its head resembles that of a giant lion, and even the armor has carved the outline of muscles.

"Nelson, you're here." Milton greeted.

"What about the seventh?" A solemn voice came from behind the brown lion's armor.

"The old guy on the seventh has slipped away, and we can't keep it." Zhou Yang shook his head.

The brown lion's armor was removed, and it also turned into a suitcase, revealing Nelson's true face.

A man with wild brown hair, dark skin, and divine eyes that reveal majesty.

He is Nelson Algernon, the Chief of Defense for Africa at the Earth Defense, known as the S-Class Warrior of the Brown Lion.

"That little guy is?" Nelson looked at Ling An, who was blushing and trying to lift the box, suspiciously.

"A junior recruit, let him just carry it for fun." Zhou Yang waved his hand.

Nelson's eyes flashed, and he stopped talking.

He was originally a silent personality with few words, and he didn't say anything about leaving at the moment, sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes, and breathing slowly.

"Here we go again." Milton rubbed his head.

The six defense chiefs were all old friends, and he naturally knew Nelson's habits.

In Nelson's own words, this is to perceive nature, this is to cleanse the soul.

Zhou Yang didn't care about Nelson, but stared at Ling An intently.

Ling An noticed Nelson's arrival, of course, but at the moment, he couldn't speak.

The energy formed by Zhou Tianjue was extremely fast, making his body unable to move, but he also maintained the posture of carrying the box, which was extremely strange for a while.

At this time, it was no longer a big deal whether he could afford to move the box, and Ling An felt the opportunity.

No matter how much he drove Zhou Tianjue before, he couldn't reach such a speed, and Ling An's body didn't break through the energy limit, and it was stuck at twenty-five degrees.

But at the moment, this bottleneck actually feels loose.

The fact that the box could not be lifted was only an opportunity for Ling An, in fact, when he was oppressed by the Seventh Force, the bottleneck began to loosen.

It's like a flood breaking a dam, and once there is a crack, there is hope.

Ling An happened to reach the bottleneck, and the pressure of the seventh statue and the box gave Ling An this opportunity.

Zhou Tianjue was indeed magical, the energy formed by guiding the operation was like a hammer, forging Ling An's body from within.

Every operation, even if it was a small week, made Ling An's body stronger.

The pressure from the outside world is also like a hammer, combining inside and outside, making Ling An's tempering of his own body more efficient.

When the operation of the week was over, Ling An pulled out his hands from under the box and exhaled a long breath.

When I opened my eyes, a flash of light flashed.

He finally broke through, and with a punch, the engine energy was released at will.

Twenty-five degrees.

But the difference is that this is no longer the limit energy that Ling An can withstand and exert, and now Ling An's limit is thirty degrees. Twenty-five degrees is now an ordinary level that he can withstand and play.

The strength of a D-class warrior, Ling An, a recruit who has not yet entered the battlefield, already has it.

"Not bad, not bad." The applause rang out, and President Zhou Yang smiled.

Milton also smiled, and with a wave of his hand, the box that Ling An couldn't lift actually levitated, and then flew into his hand.

Ling An was surprised, it was worthy of being an S-class warrior's armed battle armor, it was so peculiar.

I don't know if I can pick it up now.

Looking at Ling An's expression, Chief Zhou Yang guessed his thoughts and sneered.

"Boy, don't think about it, don't say that you can exert a maximum of thirty degrees of energy now, even if you can exert one hundred degrees, you can't afford to hold this box."

"Why?" Ling An was not convinced, it was just a box, even if the material was special, how heavy it could be. He can still understand that he can't hold the power of thirty degrees, and he can't even hold the power of one hundred degrees? Why?

The theoretical muscle limit strength of human beings can reach 5,000 kilograms, and the energy of 100 degrees can basically be said to have developed human physical fitness to the limit.

A C-class warrior is already the limit of the current human body.

And this box is not too big, can it weigh 5000 kilograms? Ling An obviously didn't believe it.

"You don't understand, can you understand the battle we had with the Seventh Venerable before?" Zhou Yang glanced at Ling An.

Ling An choked. He really didn't get it.

Thinking of this, his heart moved, could it be that kind of magical, illusory and condensed ability for a while, has something to do with this battle armor? If you say that, then it is understandable that you can't afford to hold the armor.

"Work hard, boy, if you can reach S rank one day, you can also have a set of such armor." Zhou Yang laughed, walked over and patted Ling An's shoulder, as if the seniors were encouraging the juniors.

Ling An pursed his lips.

Zhou Yang was indeed very cool, although he had lost to the Seventh Venerable before, but Ling An was deflated, and he saw the magic of these S-level warriors of his own, and he couldn't help but let out a bad breath.

In the past four years, Ling An, this kid, has relied on his own cleverness, and he has made President Zhou Yang suffer a lot when he is on the phone.

Speaking of S-class warriors, Ling An remembered that another defense chief had arrived.

He hurried over to Nelson.

"Hello Nelson!"

Nelson opened his eyes, stood up, and nodded slightly.

"You're good."

This is an affirmation of Ling An's strength and talent.

"Okay, since the old guy from the seventh statue has escaped, it shouldn't be there again in a short time." Chief Zhou Yang looked into the distance.

"I have given the order to let the fleet stay for half a day for a while, and send speedboats to find the other recruits scattered around."

"In that case, let's wait here for a while."

As soon as Milton said this, Nelson sat down silently and closed his eyes. And Milton also opened the news that this mission he needs to report to the federal superiors, especially to the speaker.

Chief Zhou Yang sat in front of Ling An.

"Boy, what did that old guy ask you for the seventh?" This is what he is most concerned about at the moment.

"He asked me if I was important." Ling An frowned.

When asked a question, normal people will subconsciously think about the answer in their minds, and Ling An is no exception.

Therefore, the Seventh Venerable learned many of Ling An's conjectures.

Among them, there may be Ling An who guessed right, or maybe he guessed wrong, but in any case, being directly spied into by others always makes people uncomfortable.

"What was going on in your head at the time?" President Zhou Yang frowned, Ling An, this kid is very smart, maybe he can guess some things that shouldn't be known through some clues.

When it came to the seventh statue, Ling An didn't dare to hide it, so he immediately recalled and told Chief Zhou Yang everything he had thought about at that time.

"That way, it's not too bad." After hearing this, Chief Zhou Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes were stunned.

"This is the horror of the alien race, and it is not only the seventh statue that can read thoughts. So a lot of things, we can't hype, the more important it is, the more we have to keep it secret. Because even the most determined warrior may not be able to keep secrets. ”

Ling An was still puzzled at this time, and suddenly thought of why he didn't think about his dream at that time?

You must know that those dreams always gave Ling An a very strange feeling, and once made him think that something strange had happened to him. And after waking up from the dream, I can't remember many details at all.

But when the seventh deity read his thoughts, he didn't even think back to those dreams? This is absolutely not normal.

Ling An hesitated, should he tell Chief Zhou Yang?

After thinking about it for a while, he still decided to say that these things may not have much to do with each other, but they may also have important significance, especially the fact that the idea of being read by the Seventh Venerable made Ling An even more frightened.

"Chief, there's something I've been hiding in my head for a long time......"

As soon as Ling An spoke, Chief Zhou Yang directly signaled him to shut up.

"Let me ask you first, if you want to say something, does the Seventh Venerable know?"

Ling An was stunned and shook his head slightly hesitantly.

"I don't think so, I didn't think about it at the time."

"Then don't say it."