The other three were quite astonished. This plaza had been divided into several distinct areas: a shooting range, a long-distance running track, sections for obstacle courses, and combat platforms. Zhang Jie had essentially constructed every type of physical training facility imaginable.

"Starting today, from 8 AM to 12 PM every morning, 1 PM to 5 PM in the afternoon, and 7 PM until midnight, we must train relentlessly. We won't see much progress in raw physical conditioning over just a few days, so you need to start practicing shooting and sparring immediately. You also need to run constantly to test your absolute physical limits. Only when you know the boundary of your endurance can you strategically conserve energy during the horror movies. In short, there is so much more we need to train for."

Zhang Jie meticulously explained the purpose behind each training area. The running and obstacle sections were to acclimatize them to long-distance exertion in the horror films, and combat training was non-negotiable. As for firearms practice, it was the single most critical skill in sci-fi horror scenarios. Everyone readily agreed to Zhang Jie's rigorous training schedule.

Zheng Zha pondered for a moment before suddenly asking, "What about the firearms? Should we redeem them, or just train with your Desert Eagle? Neither seems entirely appropriate, does it?" Zhang Jie laughed heartily, "Didn't I mention that I can create things inside my room? It’s just that many items can't be taken outside. Take a look at that warehouse over there. I specifically redeemed a complete manual—a magazine detailing every firearm available from the 'Main God'—and used it to create a variety of weapons. While you’re at it, you can test the power of those super-tech weapons too. They are incredibly expensive, but if you accumulate enough Reward Points, you should really consider redeeming one for self-defense."

Li Xiaoyi cheered and sprinted first toward the shooting range. Only Zhan Lan sighed softly and remarked, "I suppose weapons from the 'Magic Legend' category can’t be created inside the house, can they?" Zhang Jie nodded with a wry smile, "Yeah, I've tried repeatedly to conjure them, but it never works. It’s likely that aspect has been restricted by the 'Main God.'"

Zhan Lan touched her forehead thoughtfully. "That makes sense. The difficulty level in the horror movies is probably highest for the supernatural/mythological type. To increase the challenge, the 'Main God' wouldn't allow us to familiarize ourselves with those kinds of weapons beforehand. In summary, if I have excess Reward Points, I’ll only redeem one suitable modern technological weapon. All the extra points must be saved for weapons from the Magic Legend category. That's my current plan."

Both Zheng Zha and Zhang Jie secretly nodded, especially Zheng Zha, who felt a profound sense of vindication regarding his choice of the 'Spatial Ring,' realizing those 1,500 Reward Points were definitely not wasted.

The entire afternoon, Zhang Jie instructed everyone on the proper use of the various firearms. Naturally, after their initial excitement trying out the super-tech weaponry, the rest of the time was spent seriously studying conventional guns, focusing particularly on marksmanship. Zhan Lan and Li Xiaoyi spent the whole afternoon practicing at the target range.

Zhang Jie, meanwhile, dragged Zheng Zha over to the fighting platform. Having survived four horror scenarios, Zhang Jie had spent most of his Reward Points—aside from 100 points used for a Desert Eagle with infinite ammunition—on enhancing his physical attributes, particularly his neural reaction speed and muscle tissue density. Furthermore, he must have served in the military previously, as his close-quarters combat skills were vastly superior to the rookie Zheng Zha. After just a few exchanges, Zheng Zha felt a sharp pain in his abdomen before being knocked sprawling onto the mat.

Zhang Jie shook his head.

"No good. Your speed and power are fast enough, but you lack composure. Don't just throw your strength around indiscriminately. Your current power is many times greater than before; every punch you throw risks leaving you unable to control or retract it... For the next few days, your main task is learning to control your force and speed. Also, you need to master your skills. In the upcoming horror films, we are truly depending on you."

Zheng Zha nodded. He genuinely felt he struggled to regulate his strength. Moreover, he was intensely curious about the internal energy within him—whether it truly possessed the miraculous qualities described in ancient texts. The punch Zhang Jie landed on his stomach moments ago carried immense power; it would have instantly knocked out an ordinary person. Yet, for him, the initial pain only lasted an instant before a warm current rapidly circulated, neutralizing the ache almost immediately. It seemed the efficacy of this internal energy was no exaggeration.

The four of them trained intensely at the grounds all afternoon. As evening approached, they all shared a meal at Zhang Jie's place before Zheng Zha and Lolita departed together. On the walk home, he was still preoccupied with the afternoon's training. He had basically grasped the full function of the internal energy: besides rapidly alleviating pain, channeling it throughout his entire body could instantly double his speed and strength. That was the single moment he managed to floor Zhang Jie; in the face of such overwhelming force, Zhang Jie barely had time to react, rendering any technique useless. Unfortunately, after using this state once, he felt listless and weak for the next ten minutes or so. It seemed this ultimate technique could only be reserved for life-or-death emergencies.

"Hmph!" Zheng Zha thought to himself that he still hadn't figured out how to utilize the Vampire Clan energy; he suspected a skill on par with his internal energy couldn't possibly be inferior... "Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!" Three successive snorts finally pulled Zheng Zha from his reverie. Blocking his path was Lolita, her face flushed crimson. She looked visibly upset. Seeing that Zheng Zha had finally looked at her, the young woman put her hands on her hips and demanded, "You walk beside me and still space out? You must be regretting not creating other beauties earlier, right? Did those two older sisters make your heart flutter? Come on, look at me! I'm just a green, unripe fruit. Mature women have more allure, is that what you think?" Zheng Zha looked at Lolita’s pouting and petulant expression. In reality, this young woman was in no way inferior to the other two beauties; it was just that her mature charm hadn't fully blossomed yet, replaced instead by a youthful innocence. He smiled, took her hand, and said, "I was thinking about the training this afternoon. If you want to know, I'll tell you every single detail, honestly. You need to have confidence in yourself. Remember how dozens, even hundreds, of boys wanted to date you back in school? And you know I’ve always liked you—how could I possibly be thinking of anyone else?" Lolita scrutinized Zheng Zha closely, and after a long moment, she finally smiled. "You got lucky this time. Then, in a bit, you’ll tell me everything about how you’ve spent these years. You just said it yourself: every detail, honestly, right?" Zheng Zha froze, then gave a bitter laugh. In that moment, he desperately wished he could rip his own mouth off. Perhaps this is what they meant by 'disaster comes from the mouth.'

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