He was like an ant in a glass bottle, forever spinning within the algorithmic trap of Ren Zhong, inevitably moving step by step towards the ultimate conclusion, death, like rivers flowing into the sea.
As time passed, Lin Wang felt a deep despair.
Clearly, he had higher parameters, yet he couldn't defeat Ren Zhong.
He seemed to have become a puppet in Ren Zhong's hands, with every move calculated and predicted by the opponent.
He had never encountered such an opponent.
He couldn't understand.
Just over ten days ago, when Ren Zhong had just gotten his Third Level exoskeleton, he was still clumsy enough to crash into walls riding a bike.
After coming to the Chenhui Mine, although Ren Zhong had shown some improvement, Lin Wang could see clearly and considered it just passable.
But what was this now?
Ren Zhong's rate of improvement was terrifying!
