Full-Level Fierce Person

Chapter 691 - 372 Mechanical God_2

Chapter 691: 372 Mechanical God_2"Extraordinary energy, huh..."

Fang Zhixing, seemingly thoughtful, couldn’t help but ask, "In your view, what exactly is a Mechanical God?"

The middle-aged man and his wife exchanged a glance and replied with trepidation, "The Mechanical God is naturally the supreme mechanical deity, omnipotent and immortal!"

Fang Zhixing pursued, "Then, how does one become a Mechanical God?"

"This..."

The middle-aged man became frightened and cautiously said, "A Mechanical God is just a Mechanical God, from ancient times to the present, always a Mechanical God, there’s no such thing as becoming one."

Fang Zhixing, surprised, asked, "Isn’t a Mechanical God supposed to be a transformation from a human, oh no, a carbon-based creature?"

"Ah, is that so?" the middle-aged man responded with a bewildered face, hearing this for the first time.

Fang Zhixing frowned slightly and asked further, "Are carbon-based creatures allowed to practice martial arts?"

The middle-aged man answered, "Martial arts, I’ve heard of it, but our family has never seen a Martial Artist."

Fang Zhixing was somewhat disappointed, feeling he couldn’t get anything else out of them, and turned to look at the Great Black Buddha Mother.

"I have nothing to ask."

The Great Black Buddha Mother shook her head, then glanced at Xu Zhi and instructed, "Erase their memories."

Xu Zhi nodded, extended his hand, and suddenly a strong white light burst from his palm.

The entire family of the middle-aged man fell down, lapsing into unconsciousness.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but inquire of Xu Zhi, "Can you also erase the memory of an Intelligence Crystal?"

Xu Zhi replied, "I can’t be sure, so, I have to destroy the Intelligence Crystal."

Fang Zhixing fell silent, then crouched down, and removed the middle-aged man’s mechanical arm.

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Fang Zhixing asked directly, "Are there any Martial Artists in this town?"

The bald elder shook his head and waved his hands, "Martial Artists are higher-level carbon-based life forms, how could our poor little town possibly have any?"

He pointed in a direction and explained carefully, "Over there is a ’Twilight Town.’ There are some adventurers in the town who brandish weapons and like to venture into Restricted Areas, making a living by hunting Mutant Beasts."

Fang Zhixing’s eyes brightened, and he suddenly raised his hand, releasing a ray of golden light onto the bald elder’s face.

The bald elder leaned back and collapsed into his chair, fast asleep.

After doing all this, Fang Zhixing quickly turned around and left.

The group rode the Five-Colored Auspicious Cloud, flying low, and approximately a hundred and fifty to sixty miles away.

A lush forest suddenly appeared ahead.

Just at the edge of the forest, a town stood tall.

Looking ahead, the houses were dignified, the streets clean, and the trees provided ample shade.

Fang Zhixing arrived above the town, released his Divine Soul Perception, and scanned the area.

Suddenly, he spotted a place where several humans with vigorous Qi-Blood were gathered.

The Five-Colored Auspicious Cloud flew directly there, and upon arrival, it turned out to be a bar.

At that moment, the bar was filled with noisy laughter, singing, and music, all mixed together.

Fang Zhixing landed in front of the bar, just about to enter, when he suddenly stepped aside.

Boom!

A figure flew out from inside, falling to the ground, ass over teakettle.

The person, a blond young man reeking of alcohol, staggered to his feet, utterly drunk.

Following him, three more people came out of the bar, wearing short combat gear, fuming with anger.

One of them yelled at the blond youth, "Zhao Chenqing, you bastard, how dare you touch my woman!"

The blond youth wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and retorted arrogantly, "So what if I did? I like it!"

The three men, unable to contain their anger, rushed at the blond youth, swinging their fists to attack.

The blond young man, with his head full of booze, fearless, advanced to meet them.

"Snake Form Hand!"

The blond youth took a quick step, his footsteps wobbly and his movements as fluid as a snake, suddenly striking out with his arm.

Boom!

He landed a punch on the cuckolded man’s face.

The cuckolded man also stood his ground, his cheek skewing slightly but he held firm, clenching his fist and pounding it into the blond youth’s abdomen.

The blond youth instantly bent over like a shrimp.

The other two men quickly pounced, hammering at his back.

Boom! Boom!

Three against one, the outcome was unsurprising.

The blond youth fell to the ground, hands over his head, screaming in pain.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a burly man with broad shoulders and a strong build walked out of the bar and scolded, "Have you made enough of a scene? Do you guys even remember I’m your master?"

The three beating men stopped in a huff, each spitting on the blond youth’s body...