Chapter 415 - 305: Mechanical Warrior, Blasted by One Punch

Chapter 415: Chapter 305: Mechanical Warrior, Blasted by One Punch

"This is bad! It’s a Berserker who’s undergone mechanical modification," Yuan Mingfei cried out in shock.

It was a different kind of modification from Xue Zhanhu’s. These people had replaced nearly every part of their bodies they possibly could, even implanting chips in their brains.

Such extreme measures naturally resulted in immense combat strength.

Take the one charging at them, for instance. Even its outer layer of skin had been replaced with ultra-high-strength alloy armor, which was why it could withstand large-caliber machine gun fire at such close range.

To put it bluntly, these people were complete madmen. They would stop at nothing to become stronger, even abandoning basic human desires and willingly becoming cold, unfeeling machines.

But Wu Liangchen showed no sign of panic. Seeing the enemy had reached the building, he tossed his gun aside, leaped out, and threw a punch at the mechanical warrior.

The mechanical warrior clearly hadn’t expected Wu Liangchen to be so bold. But far from being afraid, he grew incredibly frenzied.

Immediately, the combat chip implanted in its brain began to heat up, spinning into high-speed operation.

Its modified neural network gave it terrifyingly fast reflexes. Its heart, like a nuclear reactor, began operating at full power, and its heart rate instantly shot past one thousand.

In a matter of milliseconds, its body was fully charged. Then, its two mechanical arms blasted forward.

They moved so fast they let out a sonic boom.

A mechanical warrior like this, modified to the absolute limit by black-market masters, possessed terrifying strength. Not even a Martial Cultivator at the peak of the Opening Veins realm would dare take such a punch head-on.

But Wu Liangchen dared.

Facing the whistling mechanical arms, the Qi and Blood throughout Wu Liangchen’s body began to boil like magma.

His muscles instantly tensed, linking together in a tight chain. Through a complex series of reactions, the power was channeled into his arm.

BOOM!

An incredibly deep boom rang out. The glass in the surrounding buildings instantly shattered into dust, and the ensuing shockwave tore the roofs clean off.

Wu Liangchen was sent flying dozens of meters, crashing heavily into a nearby house and kicking up a massive cloud of dust.

The mechanical warrior hadn’t fared much better. It was also thrown a great distance. After it landed, its two mechanical arms were leaking a blue fluid from the joints, sizzling and throwing sparks.

But the issue was, despite its injuries, the warrior was still standing. As for Wu Liangchen, there was no telling if he was alive or dead.

Seeing this, the burly man commanding the operation couldn’t help but curse his luck.

The Gang Leader’s orders had been explicit: take him alive.

’If he was killed by that one punch, my own neck will be on the line.’

But he knew that these mechanical warriors, with their modified brains, were all mentally unstable. They were belligerent and bloodthirsty, and once they got into a frenzy, they completely ignored commands.

’The only thing to do now is to check on the situation as quickly as possible.’

’If he’s really dead, we’ll just have to harvest the Martial Vein on the spot.’

’The quality of the Martial Vein will inevitably degrade a bit that way, but it’s better than getting nothing at all.’

But just as he was about to order his men to go and check, a clattering sound suddenly came from the collapsed house. A moment later, a figure burst out from inside.

It was Wu Liangchen!

This time, it wasn’t just the burly man who was stunned—even the mechanical warrior was shocked.

It, better than anyone, knew just how ferocious that clash of fists had been. It wasn’t something a body of flesh and blood could possibly withstand.

Not unless one was a Martial Cultivator at the peak of the Opening Veins realm with a transplanted, top-tier Martial Vein. Otherwise, survival was nearly impossible.

And according to its earlier scan, the mechanical warrior was certain that Wu Liangchen was just a greenhorn who had only recently entered the Opening Veins realm. He exuded an unsophisticated air, like someone from a backwater town.

’To be honest, it had initially considered such a minor character completely beneath its notice. It never expected that after a single clash of fists, its own two mechanical arms would be nearly wrecked.’

’That was shocking enough, but the most unbelievable part was that his opponent was completely unharmed!’

’It was simply inconceivable!’

While some were shocked, others were overjoyed.

Yuan Mingfei, whose face had been deathly pale, couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief upon seeing Wu Liangchen emerge from the ruins. His heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled.

After all, he and Wu Liangchen were in the same boat now. If Wu Liangchen died, things wouldn’t end well for him either.

Both of Wu Liangchen’s sleeves had been completely blown apart, and his arms were spattered with blood. The injuries were caused by torn muscle fibers from exerting too much force.

Even so, Wu Liangchen showed no hint of fear. Instead, he looked with keen interest at the man opposite him—a man who stood over two meters tall, his body a mass of mechanical parts, with only half a face that still vaguely resembled a human’s.

"A little interesting. Again!"

The words had barely left his mouth when Wu Liangchen pushed off the ground, shooting forward once more like an arrow from a bow.

"Not good!" Seeing this, Ding Tao, the commander, instantly knew things had gone wrong.

’This Wu Liangchen’s strength far exceeds our prior assessment.’

’Even though he’s a Martial Cultivator from some backwater town and only just entered the Opening Veins realm, his actual combat prowess is terrifying.’

At that thought, he immediately started shouting, trying to order the mechanical warrior to retreat.

’After all, this mechanical warrior is a valuable asset to the gang. If it’s destroyed here, I’ll definitely be punished.’

But it was too late.

Perhaps it didn’t hear him, or perhaps it did, but the fanatical combat chip in its brain drove it to fight again.