Su Mo swallowed hard, forcing himself to go on, and immediately a feeling beyond description surged into his brain.

He grimaced, this feeling was ten thousand times more intense than a burning ice.

"Endure it well, you can come out after three hours. Once out, rest for a while, do some physical training, and then continue with the anti-pollution training."

The old man arranged the next round of training like a cold machine.

Su Mo endured the pain and responded.

"No problem, but may I ask a question?"

"Ask."

The old man replied patiently, just like a very responsible mentor at this moment.

"How long did I last just now?"

"Thirty-seven minutes and twelve seconds, barely passed, but it’s not enough."

"How long is enough?"

"When you can hold on for an hour, it’s moderately successful, two hours is pretty good, three hours is outstanding, and fully mastering it would be best."

The old man directly laid out the standards and expectations.

After listening, Su Mo swallowed hard, feeling a little numb in his scalp, and shivered as he replied.

"Understood."

...

Soon after three hours, Su Mo climbed out of the Medicine Pool.

The moment he came out, he felt instantly refreshed, as if liberated. He swept away the previous gloom and energetically said to the old man.

"Feels great, how will we do the physical training?"

The old man clapped his hands, and a small arena rose in the center of the large lab.

The old man silently walked onto the arena, then said to Su Mo.

"Come up."

Su Mo made a brilliant expression as he walked onto the arena and said to the old man.

"Isn’t it physical training?"

"Combat is the best physical training, allowing you to improve in all aspects. Rest assured, I will suppress my strength to be about the same level as yours."

As soon as the old man finished his sentence, he disappeared from Su Mo’s sight.

Su Mo, having trained with the old man’s subordinates, immediately reacted and raised his right hand to block.

A whistling sound pierced through the air, fiercely smashing against Su Mo’s blocking arm.

Boom!

Su Mo felt like the bones in his entire right arm were about to break, and he was incredibly surprised. Was the old man tricking him? Was this really suppressing his strength to the same level?

Before Su Mo could figure it out, another hook punch from the old man swept over, so fast he could only see an afterimage.

Su Mo leaned back, dodging it.

Just then, the old man turned around, with a flying kick that hit Su Mo’s chest hard.

Su Mo was like a kite with a broken string, flying out and crashing heavily to the ground, the pain making it hard for him to breathe.

"Again."

The old man said in a low voice, his gaze incredibly sharp at this moment. In fact, apart from suppressing his strength, the old man had already started giving his all.

In his eyes, Su Mo was like an unpolished jade, whose accomplishments would not only be no less than his, but would even surpass him, if tempered through trials and tribulations.

Without a word of complaint, Su Mo supported himself with one hand on the ground to stand up, then charged fiercely toward the old man.

It’s known that for top experts like the old man, if they didn’t sincerely want to train you, who would waste their time personally going into the ring as a sparring partner? Every second is extremely precious.

The old man blocked Su Mo’s attacks while teaching him.

"Close combat and mecha combat have some differences, but essentially they can be interlinked. Especially when fighting opponents stronger than yourself, you need to anticipate in advance and think of all possibilities from the opponent’s perspective..."

....

When night fell.

Su Mo was in extreme soreness, carrying a mechanical box as he walked towards Port 17.

"So rigorous."

"Not bad, you actually managed to withstand two rounds of special training, but unfortunately, your physical strength can’t keep up, otherwise you could continue training tomorrow."

"No way, the old man said to train once every three days, are you trying to push us to death."

Su Mo almost spat blood.

"Haven’t you realized something?"

The creator·Swallower responded in a low voice.

"What is it?"

Su Mo asked curiously.

"You’ve already completely absorbed the V-type Genetic Potion, fully bringing out its effects. In a sense, you’ve already reached the minimum standard of an expert."

The creator·Swallower congratulated Su Mo.

"Really? That’s great."

Hearing this, Su Mo was in high spirits, and the pain felt much better, his pace involuntarily quickened.

Before long, Su Mo arrived at Port 17 and saw Qian Chengxue.

She was standing alone at the entrance, quietly waiting. When she saw Su Mo returning, a bright smile appeared in her cold eyes.

"Su Mo, you’re back."

"Why are you standing here waiting?"

Su Mo quickened his pace towards Qian Chengxue, asking with concern.

"I wanted to ask you out for a meal, but you didn’t reply to my message, so I just waited here since I had nothing to do."

"Thank you, I’ve had special training recently. The electronic bracelet is turned off during training, and sometimes I forget to turn it back on. You don’t need to worry too much."

"All right, have you eaten? There’s still food left for you."

Qian Chengxue asked with a gentle smile.

"I haven’t eaten, and I’m still a bit tired. By the way, I have a gift for you."

Su Mo then handed the mechanical box to Qian Chengxue.

Qian Chengxue took it with curiosity, then asked, "Can I open it?"

"Of course, it’s meant for you."

Su Mo replied with a smile.

Qian Chengxue opened the mechanical box in curiosity, and inside lay the V-type Bio-Armor·Heavenly Punishment quietly.

Seeing this set of bio-armor, Qian Chengxue asked puzzledly.

"Isn’t this the bio-armor you wear, how can it be for me?"