The Spell's Range Covers the Entire Territory of China? Hand It Over to the Nation

45: Chapter 45 You’re pretending to be weak while actually being strong?”Quick! Little Li! Get the third plan from earlier! The one we discarded—the ’Metaphysics Plan’!”

”Engineer Wang! Go restart the particle collider! Don’t set it to max power, set it to the ’Resonance’ gear!”

”I’ve got it! I know how to bypass the Materials limitations!”

The entire laboratory exploded in an instant.

The young researchers were all pumped up like they’d been injected with adrenaline; their originally exhausted brains were now running at an astonishing speed, and the sound of keyboard typing was as dense as a rainstorm.

”Professor! If we do this, we don’t even need rare earth elements! Common crystals can replace them!”

”Energy loss has been reduced by 40%! My god, what is the principle behind this? I’ve figured it out!”

At this moment, throughout the entire Academy of Sciences, from the Institute of Biology to the Institute of Physics, from Materials science to Psionic Application, bursts of wild laughter and exclamations rang out.

The old professor of Materials science suddenly threw the polymer Materials in his hand to the ground, shouted ”Wonderful!”, and turned to adjust the new alloy ratio.

The young researcher in charge of ballistic calculations had his eyes darting around rapidly, his fountain pen flying across the paper:

”Calculated it! The ballistic correction parameters for the psionic sniper rifle have been calculated! This doesn’t even need a supercomputer; I can calculate it in my head!”

Everyone was laughing wildly, everyone was running.

Humanity’s proud intelligence had broken free from the shackles of the flesh at this moment.

The mountains that once stood before Dragon Summer’s technology, the technical barriers the West was so proud of, were crumbling at a terrifying speed under the burning fires of this civilization’s wisdom.

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If the Academy of Sciences was a Peak showdown of IQ, then on the grassroots training grounds, the style had become somewhat ”magical realism.”

A certain special operations brigade of Dragon Summer, recruit training ground.

The rain was pouring down.

On the muddy training ground, hundreds of recruits were shirtless, lined up in the mud.

”Trash! You are all trash! How can you protect your home and country like this?!”

The instructor was a dark-faced man, holding a standard-issue long saber, lecturing them.

He pointed at a recruit in the front row, spittle flying: ”Zhao Xiaohu! I’m talking to you! This set of ’Basic Saber Techniques’ has only three moves! Hack, Sweep, Block! I’ve taught you for three days, even a pig would have learned it, and you still haven’t? Are your hands made of pig trotters?”

The recruit named Zhao Xiaohu hung his head, his face flushed red, gripping the saber hilt tightly until his knuckles turned white.

He had tried very hard.

He was truly practicing with all his might.

But he had been clumsy since he was a child, uncoordinated, and that saber felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in his hand, no matter how he swung it, it didn’t feel right.

”Do it again!” the instructor roared, ”If you hack crookedly again, get your ass to the mess hall and peel potatoes!”

Zhao Xiaohu gritted his teeth and raised the saber.

Rainwater flowed through his eyelashes into his eyes, stinging and painful.

He took a deep breath, preparing to face another failure and humiliation.

Just then.

A phantom spark silently merged into the center of his brow.

The world suddenly changed.

The originally noisy sound of rain became clear and distinguishable in Zhao Xiaohu’s ears. He could even hear the sound of every raindrop hitting the saber.

The saber in his hand was no longer a heavy block of iron.

He could feel the texture of the blade, the distribution of the center of gravity, and even felt as if the saber had become an extension of his arm, connected to his flesh and breath.

The movements the instructor had just demonstrated replayed in his mind over and over again.

They were no longer blurry afterimages, but were broken down into countless fine motion frames.

The muscle activation points, the twisting angle of the waist and abdomen, the timing of the wrist flip...

Everything became so clear, so natural.

”So... it’s this simple.”

Zhao Xiaohu muttered to himself.

”What are you mumbling about! Hack for me!” the instructor urged impatiently.

Zhao Xiaohu moved.

There was no hesitation, no unnecessary buildup.

That slash was as fast as a startled swan.

Swish!

A shrill sound of tearing silk rang out in the air.