Wang Xuan was truly stunned. He knew Old Chen was formidable, but he had never imagined he was this terrifyingly strong—he had actually blown up a mecha with nothing but flesh and blood!
The scene from that day, when Old Chen had lightly slapped the steel plate in the abandoned machinery plant, surfaced in his mind. Back then, he had even suspected that Old Chen was so sly that he might have tampered with it beforehand. Now it seemed he had gravely underestimated this old colleague.
Wang Xuan was deeply excited because he had seen a real new world. This was neither legend nor something recorded in scriptures—someone had truly accomplished it.
Clearly, this greatly stirred the wild ambitions in his heart. He had always imagined that if his physical strength became powerful enough one day, could he stand against the crystallized achievement of technological civilization?
To conceal his loss of composure, he could not help saying, "What a waste of Old Chen's hands. He should be mining."
"What did you say?" Wu Yin cast her beautiful eyes sideways at him, looking puzzled.
"I meant, a real man should dismantle mechas bare-handed!" Wang Xuan declared loudly. In fact, this was a short- to mid-term goal he had set for himself.
The people nearby came back to their senses. Old Chen's methods had indeed stunned quite a few people, especially those from the Gene Battle Body and New Arts camps, who were all extremely wary.
Some also looked toward Wang Xuan. How many people could dismantle a mecha with their bare hands? Was this junior who practiced Old Arts mocking them, trying to deny the masculinity of most men?
"Old Chen, no matter what, you're a senior master. Wasn't that a little too ruthless?!" someone said in a cold voice.
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