Boom! Boom! Boom!
Before the City Lord's Manor, streaks of red light blossomed. The shockwaves from the explosions sent the city guards soaring into the air one by one, giving them a free taste of the thrill of a drop tower.
There was no deliberate targeting. Better to suffer from inequality than scarcity—fairness was the whole point.
Xiang Yuan admitted that he had misunderstood the Wasteland Realm at first. At a glance, this wouldn't work and that wouldn't work; there were heaps of rules, and it was hard to communicate. Only after finding the rhythm did he realize that the Wasteland Realm was actually very easy to deal with, especially when it came to stat monsters born with immense strength.
As long as you were a sports student, the Wasteland Realm was fine with this and cooperative with that. Even standing up to pedal was no problem.
Xiang Yuan had no need to pursue logic. As long as the energy within him was plentiful, he could strike whatever pose he pleased, and the rest—the skills would move on their own.
It sounded like something was off somewhere, but that was simply the truth. The Wasteland Realm's ascension into a higher dimension had only just begun; the laws of heaven and earth had yet to evolve from simple to complex. It was simple and crude, direct and straightforward—none of that flashy nonsense. Just blast each other with beams and be done with it.
After confirming that no one in the field was still standing on two feet, Xiang Yuan searched around and picked up an ownerless mechanical arm from the roadside.
Ninety percent new, with no name engraved on it. Just take it off a humanoid display stand and claim it.
The mechanical prosthetic had barely landed in his hand when