"These are the parts I need," Dadi said as Gas walked out of the auto parts store, taking one out of the box and examining it again.
"With this, that old car can finally run."
"I'm hungry." Gas rubbed his stomach, took out a carrot from his belt, and took a bite.
The Dadi felt a chill. "You actually ate it. It was made from Spark."
After quickly finishing the carrot and leaves, Gas said seriously, "My grandfather always said that food should not be wasted."
"By the way, where's that older brother surnamed Li? He said he went to investigate this town. We've bought everything."
Basil, who was investigating Ainuma, yawned.
The Dadi felt nauseous and glanced around warily.
In front of almost every store in this town, there are burly men wearing magic mirrors.
Something looks very wrong.
He checked Harpy, who was lying on Gas's red shoulder armor, again.
There was no reaction from the Evil Moving Tribe nearby.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief and lowered his voice, "Let's not talk here. Let's get out of here quickly."
"This place isn't dangerous for him, but it's dangerous for us."
Due to plot changes, the Dadi did not feature the famous scene of Gas torturing the evil soldiers like catching chicks, or lifting and throwing a nearly 50-ton boulder.
He didn't have a direct experience of Gas's fighting ability.
Gas was about to say that he would protect the Dadi.
With a scream.
A man dressed as a fighter was thrown out of the bar several meters away along with the door, and lay unconscious.
Two men rushed out, one of them grabbing the unconscious man's clothes and shouting, "I bet you 200 Moon Yuan a month, how do you want to settle this score?!"
The Dadi's expression was out of control, filled with fear.
After punching each other a few times to vent their anger, the two men walked back to the bar.
He mumbled, "Let's go back."
Gas's eyes lit up.
He looked towards the bar, his fighter's spirit ignited. "Why? Isn't this place great?"
"This kind of town must be beneficial for warriors' training."
Dadi Gas's gaze rose, a huge portrait hung above the bar.
The portrait depicts two burly men wearing only black briefs in a duel.
Below it is written the words 'Wrestling Bar'.
Dadi his fear, Da Di followed Gas inside.
The bar's interior is decorated in a dark color scheme.
Under the special lighting, the liquid flowing from the tap appears as if light has condensed into liquid.
It looks very high-end.
The customers were mostly hidden in the shadows, and only shouts and clinking glasses could be heard.
In the center of the bar was a huge arena.
"Here," Dadi swallowed, "The atmosphere doesn't look good at all."
Gas, however, looked around with fascination, saying, "I think the atmosphere is great."
Just then, a burly, bald-headed waiter who looked fierce walked towards them.
Dadi instantly jumped behind Gas, who was a head shorter than him.
He hid his head behind the skateboard.
Gas clenched his fists, his gaze serious yet eager.
But then the towering giant poked at Happy's belly with his hand.
She said gently, "Welcome."
On the other side, a burly man who was nearly 2.5 meters tall was already standing on the ring.
He wore a red eye patch, had dark skin, and his yellow hair was tied up in a half-moon style, typical of Japanese samurai.
Arms crossed, upper body naked.
She wore pantyhose similar to those worn by ballet dancers on her lower body, with a pair of briefs on top.
Standing in front was a short, plump woman who looked like she had a large cabbage on her head, wearing a light blue dress and heavy makeup.
She raised her pinky finger and held the microphone, "Good evening, everyone."
"Is there any Champion here who dares to wrestle with Matt?"
The burly man behind her, named Matt, looked around, but no one responded.
The woman scoffed, "All the cowards gathered here today are spineless cowards!"
Gas and his team have stepped onto the stage.
"Do you think I'm any good?" Gas is only about 0.8 meters tall, pointed to himself.
The Dadi pulled Gas back. "Are you crazy, Gas? How could you possibly have overtaken that guy?"
"It's alright, just watch." Gas's light leap landed on the ring, which was slightly higher than his own.
The short, plump female host looked at Gas was even shorter than herself.
For once, I regained some confidence in my height. "Oh! It's just a baby!"
An audience member shouted, "Go home, baby, and drink your mother's milk!"
Another audience member laughed out loud, "Here's a coin, go home and buy a comic book!"
The coin landed on Gas's head and bounced onto the ring.
Gas, however, showed no anger at being humiliated.
With a warm smile, he said something cryptic, "Is this alright?"
He jumped and appeared in front of the man who had tossed the coin.
He raised his hand and chopped down from top to bottom, splitting the table and wine glasses in two.
The cross-section is incredibly smooth.
The man was so startled that he stood frozen in place, covered in sweat.
Gas bowed slightly. "Excuse me."
The female host exclaimed in surprise, "This little guy is really something!"
"It's you. If you're not afraid of losing your life, then give it a try."
"Thank you very much." Gas jumped up.
The robot moved slowly through the crowd, its transparent lid filled with coins.
"The betting is set. I bet 500 yuan on the toilet."
"I'll also bet 200 yuan on Matt."
"Me too, 200."
No one chose Gas.
The female host said regretfully, "If no one places a bet on the little guy, the competition can't start."
She looked down at the Dadi. "Little brother, aren't you his friend? Aren't you betting on him to win?"
Dadi hesitated. "Mom, what should I do? Although gambling is wrong, Dad also said that a man must have a time when he's willing to gamble recklessly. What should I do?"
In the end, he still took the money out of his pocket, "I bet Gas Moon Yuan!"
Everyone laughed.
Gas also plopped down on the ground, complaining to the Dadi, "Hey Dadi, you..."
Just then, a stack of Moon Coins was thrown next to Gas.
The female host quickly squatted down and picked it up, the soft flesh jiggling like jelly in surprise, "Ten thousand!"
Everyone looked toward the spot where the stack of money had flown out.
It was a white-haired man, wearing sunglasses, sitting alone with his back to the stands, holding a glowing bottle of liquor in his hand.
He said pretentiously, "I'll place his bet."
The female host exclaimed in surprise, "Handsome guy, are you alright?"
"He's not sick!" a clear male voice rang out.
A blond young man stepped into the dimly lit bar, gleaming brightly.
"I want to place a bet too. Ten thousand and one yuan!"
After she finished speaking, a stack of coins mixed with a single coin appeared at the female host's feet.
The white-haired man was naturally Xiamang.
He changed into human attire, which was basically a light blue suit under a robe with open sleeves and a red tie.
His pupils dilated in shock, and he shamelessly thought that there was such an otherworldly and unparalleled man in the world, almost as handsome as him.
Moreover, it has very strong Light Power.
He is the Brave of Light?
"Brother Li!" x2
Gas waved to the Dadi.
The female host's body went limp instantly. "Another one... Pshaw! What a perfect man!"
"Are you really going to bet on this brat?" she gritted her teeth. "How about this, you're a new customer."
"Consider this money as me covering for you. I'll pay you back after the competition."
Then, her voice suddenly rose as she looked at Xiamang, "This doesn't include you!"
As she spoke, she tossed the money into the robot's open lid.
Xiamang almost ground her teeth to powder. That damn pretty boy!
Basil walked to the side of the Dadi.
Pale blue laser beams shot out from the small holes at the four corners of the square arena.
It is connected to the four small balls suspended above.
"That's really high-tech." Basil poked his hand at the edge of the ring, at what seemed like empty air.
A blue, elastic film of light appeared instantly.
"There are laser fences, but no smartphones. You have to write letters. It's ridiculous."
Humans on this Earth truly deserve to be called descendants of the Evil Moving Tribe.
They are always willing to use high technology in areas related to combat.
Moreover, their physical bodies are much stronger than those of humans in the Harry world.
The 50-ton boulder that Gas lifted is equivalent to 100,000 jin (50,000 kg).
Even at the peak of the Blood Moving Realm, one can only lift 108,000 jin with one hand.
In other words, when Gas arrived in the fantasy world of Tang Shenwang, he could be considered to have achieved godhood in his physical body.
After all, even Tang Shenwang considered 108,000 jin to be a terrifying limit of strength.
No wonder Gas could fight Xiamang, who was wielding a sword, with a wooden stick.
Unfortunately, Gas is still young, only 11 years old.
When they're adults, they'll probably just pound the Xiamang into little pancakes.
The match begins.
Gas took off his clothes, revealing his bare upper body.
Matt clenched his fist. "Don't think I'll let you off just because you're a kid."
"This will be good for my practice," Gas bowed. "Please give me your guidance."
"You little brat!" Matt lunged forward.
He missed his target and braced himself on the ground, looking down.
Gas lay down on the ground and picked up a shard of glass.
He turned his head and said gently, "There are shards of glass here; you almost cut your foot."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Matt was completely enraged and kicked him.
After missing his kick, he launched a fierce attack.
However, Gas perfectly dodged them all.
He almost fell off the ring in the end, if it weren't for the light barrier stopping him.
He began to question the meaning of life.
This chubby kid is so fat, how come he's so agile?
He turned his head and said to the chubby boy with a smile, "Mr. Matt, let's end the practice of taking this attack here."
"Now, let me practice attacking instead."
Then he bowed slightly.
"What?" Matt hadn't reacted yet.
Then he discovered that the chubby boy had kicked his knee.
Ouch! He knelt down on one knee.
How could this be!
The chubby boy nimbly changed positions, sometimes pounding his buttocks, sometimes kicking him in the chest.
He struggled to his feet, trying to grab on.
But the chubby boy used his thigh as leverage to nimbly dodge, as if he could fly.
Matt forced himself to suppress his anger and endure the pain.
Finally, a minute later, he found his opportunity.
He pretended to kick, and as the chubby boy squatted down, he grabbed his outstretched arms with both hands.
"I'll make sure you can never tease me again, you little brat!"
He knelt on one knee, lowering his center of gravity.
Carefully drawing strength from the Dadi, they vowed to break Gas's arm.
"Gas!" Dadi anxiously nudged Basil. "Brother Li, please save him!"
Basil shook his head. "It's still early!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
Gas gritted his teeth, pulled his arms inward against Matt's force, and squatted down.
Matt started to stand up unconsciously.
The next second, with a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw by Gas.
Matt's body broke through the light membrane and landed headfirst on the bar floor.
He completely lost consciousness.
The spectators gasped in surprise, momentarily forgetting the pain of losing the bet.
"You win!" Xiamang took out a bag of moon coins and walked up to Basil.
He deliberately revealed his identity as the bar owner to the female host so that he could give Basil and his group the money they had won in gambling.
Get up close to Basil.
Basil, whose senses were keenly aware of everything, smiled knowingly.
No wonder the atmosphere in this town is completely different from the previous market.
This place was originally secretly managed by the Evil Moving Tribe.
"Wow, so much money!" Dadi exclaimed. Dad was right after all!
"Here you go." Basil handed the money to the Dadi.
He had carefully positioned himself in front of Harpy.
In the original story, Dadi's regret for forgetting to take the money because Harpy discovered that he was an Evil Moving Tribe was deeply etched in the heart of Li Lin, who was still an 11-year-old child.
However, the money had already arrived in his hands.
Happy, go!
From Xiamang's perspective, Basil sneered and disdainfully dodged his hand.
Damn! He's even more pretentious than me!
Ha! Habi's fur stood on end as he jumped in front of Xiamang.
Harpy's extreme Light Power was like a sharp blade piercing into his body.
The evil markings on Xiamang's forehead were revealed. Although they were exactly the same as those on a human, they gave people a non-human feeling.
"This is..."
Earth's military technology is very advanced, and it is not the right time for the Evil Moving Tribe to be exposed to Earth.
He turned around quickly and ran away without looking back.
At that moment, Gas, dressed, approached. "What happened?"
Before the Dadi could react, "Harpy suddenly—"
Then he remembered what Mei had said, "The Evil Moving Tribe will disguise themselves as humans to watch over us."
"But Harpy can smell them. Taking it with you will definitely help."
In other words...
"Brother Li, that guy is from the Evil Moving Tribe!"
Basil nodded. "Yes."
Dadi casually tossed the money bag aside.
He ran towards the door.
Gas simply picked up Happy and followed behind.
Grass!
Here we go again!
They just can't stand money.
Bending down to pick up money would be too undignified.
Basil's fingertips glowed, and the bag of money instantly appeared in front of Mei was holding her face in a daze.
"Wow, that's a lot of money!"
"There is also the script of the Long-eared Tribe inside."
Gori Gori jumped up, "So much money, Geli!"
Mei looked at the note. "The Dadi has lost money again! Luckily, there's Basil."
Outside the bar.
The Dadi looked around, wondering, "Where did it go?"
Behind the building in front of the Dadi and Gas.
Inside a light blue, avant-garde sports car with the upper half of its body made of transparent tempered glass.
Xiamang peered at the Dadi through the gaps in the building.
Damn it! They're still not coming out to chase me!
Do you really look down on me that much?
Your surname is Li, right?
Brave of Light, I'll remember you!
You just wait!
This time, I'm using the Hell Helmet's captain's machine.
I can fully unleash my Evil Power!
If you're only at your previous level, huh!