Compared to the quietness of the intermediate area, the training field's beginner zone was much more bustling.
People came and went, full of energy and excitement.
Various fitness equipment was densely arranged in a poorly ventilated large warehouse, resembling a cheap bulk fitness center.
Men and women, scantily clad, either bare-chested or wearing tight vests, moved back and forth.
Everyone was drenched in sweat, with steam rising from their bodies like buns in a steamer.
At the other end of the warehouse, there was something like an arcade shooting game—brain reaction training machines stood there, with many people holding low-power ray guns and shooting at flickering dots on the wall at lightning speed.
This was the favorite hangout for the fighting-capable Scavengers in town, even more popular than 21st-century karaoke bars, pubs, and internet cafés.
Ren Zhong rarely felt a touch of vitality here.
Professionals trained hard as an investment in themselves.
