115 Unable to Touch the Balls (1/2)

Zhou Wen felt that having his strength constantly increase despite staying in his dorm gaming all day seemed a little too eyebrow-raising, so he planned on some outdoor activities. At least, he had to let others know that he was cultivating arduously.

After circling the gym once, he had planned on choosing a simple strength training machine to train his legs, allowing him to free his hands and continue gaming.

But to his surprise, the gym was filled with people. After searching for a while, he discovered an empty training court.

In the past, Zhou Wen had never used a ball launcher. After seeing the demonstration on the screen, he knew what kind of machine it was.

The ball launcher was similar to the pitching machines used in baseball practice. Balls were shot out of the machine and the trainee aimed to hit them.

It was just that the launcher would be shot in random directions in a wide area. Furthermore, it could also shoot multiple balls simultaneously. This was slightly different from a baseball pitching machine.

There were many practice weapons on the racks—sabers, swords, poles, spears, whips, etc. They were all made of rubber.

Zhou Wen casually picked up a short pole and turned on the ball launcher. He was too lazy to study how he could adjust the launcher's difficulty, so he simply switched it on.

A ball shot out from the launcher's barrel like a cannonball. Zhou Wen took note of the distance and swung his short stick, easily striking the ball and sending it far away.

Soon, Zhou Wen realized that the launcher was rather simple. He could use one hand to strike the balls while using the other for gaming.

Some training like this doesn't seem too bad. As Zhou Wen gamed, he didn't need to look at the balls with his eyes to strike them. The listening ability that Truth Listener imbued him allowed him to hit the balls accurately.

Furthermore, Zhou Wen discovered that practicing Truth Listener's hearing ability was very helpful to his hearing.

There were all kinds of dimensional zones, many that had a great effect on one's vision, causing people to sometimes fight blind. All Zhou Wen originally wanted to do was to get some exercise, but after practicing for a while, he found such training very beneficial.

At that moment, Feng Qiuyan arrived at the training ground.

He walked onto the court with a practice saber in hand, but when he saw Zhou Wen gaming while striking the balls, he couldn't help but frown.

Looking at the balls' trajectory and speed, he knew that this was the lowest level of difficulty. It wasn't even a challenge for ordinary high-schoolers who had cultivated, much less students of Sunset College.

From Feng Qiuyan's point of view, Zhou Wen's training was an insult to the word ”training.”

Therefore, Feng Qiuyan decided to kick Zhou Wen out. Rather than let Zhou Wen waste the school's resources, it was better for him to train more.

Of course, it was beneath Feng Qiuyan to chase someone away, nor did he want to nag at Zhou Wen like a woman.

Feng Qiuyan had his own ways of doing things—in a masculine manner.

He approached Zhou Wen with a practice saber in hand and Feng Qiuyan stood there silently without moving as he stared at the ball launcher's muzzle.

Feng Qiuyan's idea was very simple. It was like playing basketball. As long as he snatched away all rebounds, preventing Zhou Wen from touching the balls, Zhou Wen would naturally find it pointless and leave.

Feng Qiuyan was confident he could snatch all of Zhou Wen's balls, preventing him from even touching a single ball.