I Fink Cannon, I Gotta Evolve

Their boss, Iron Head, received Liu Zhipeng's special attention.

Liu Zhipeng did not fight him head-on at all. He merely circled around him, using an extremely underhanded footwork pattern, occasionally coming up behind him to deliver a sucker punch.

Bang!

Aaargh!

Bang!

Aaargh!

When Iron Head's prized iron head had been battered until it buzzed, leaving him completely disoriented and kneeling on the ground, Liu Zhipeng finally strode over like a victor, planted a foot on his back, and skillfully snapped off his two largest, brightest tusks.

The Big Tooth Gang effortlessly crushed the fairly formidable Iron Head Gang without suffering a single casualty, seizing all their teeth, weapons, and territory.

After witnessing the Tooth Puller boss's unfathomable methods, the captured Iron Head Gang members had only one thought left in their simple minds—following this boss seemed... far more promising than following that idiot Iron Head!

So they readily chose to surrender.

Liu Zhipeng's Big Tooth Gang thus completed a successful corporate merger through sheer snowballing growth.

Over the following weeks, Liu Zhipeng repeated the same trick, using every kind of dirty tactic the Orks had never heard of or seen before to "absorb" every newly arrived small and mid-sized gang with any real strength aboard the ship.

Against those who liked drinking, he used mushroom beer laced with laxatives; against those who loved charging, he used narrow passageways filled with traps; against those who preferred long-range shootouts, he had the Gretchin toss Squig Feces Bombs...

His tactics could be summed up in one phrase: no sense of fair play whatsoever.

His reputation also spread rapidly throughout the ship.

Every Ork knew that a new boss had arrived aboard the ship. His name was Tooth Puller, and his gang was called the Big Tooth Gang. He was strong and wealthy, but he never fought fair.

Yet in the world of Orks, "underhanded" had never been a derogatory term. It was usually synonymous with "smart."

And "smart" was a quality that every Ork genuinely feared and respected.

Liu Zhipeng and his Big Tooth Gang expanded as rapidly as an inflated balloon. Liu Zhipeng himself also grew taller and stronger with every victory.

The passive ability of [Primordial Flame] proved remarkably effective in this steel jungle overflowing with violence and despair. Every victory and every speech subtly "lit up" the souls of the Orks who followed him.

These "lit" Orks became more fanatical and more "loyal" than their fellow kind.

When Liu Zhipeng finally broke past three meters in height, with muscles seemingly forged from steel and green skin that had deepened into the dark green symbolizing power and glory, he knew he was no longer an ordinary boss.

He stood only one step away from becoming a true Warboss who ruled a territory and bore his own name.

And he knew exactly who his next target was.

It was the strongest Warboss aboard this warship aside from the personal guard who had descended from the sky alongside Bonecrusher Saraka himself—a Warboss promoted from the local tribes: Skull-Smasher Gorglum.

He was a terrifying existence over four meters tall, truly like a small mountain.

Just as Liu Zhipeng was rubbing his hands together and preparing to plan how to take down this behemoth at the lowest possible cost, completing his "final challenge" aboard the ship—

An order he had never anticipated interrupted his plans.

That day, Liu Zhipeng was reclining on his "throne," piled from countless spoils and enormous bones, enjoying a massage from his Gretchin assistants while considering how to defeat his target.

Suddenly, the entire cargo hold he occupied shook violently.

Boom!

With a deafening crash, the half-meter-thick steel doors of the cargo hold were brutally kicked open from outside.

Two enormous figures, like iron demons, appeared in the doorway.

They wore absurdly heavy power armor known as Mega Armor, which nearly encased their entire bodies. Each stood over four meters tall, with a Dakka Gun larger than a Squig slung over one shoulder and a Power Klaw crackling with blue electricity gripped in one hand.

They were Bonecrusher Saraka's personal guards, the most elite and powerful of all—the Big 'Uns.

The entire cargo hold fell deathly silent.

Every member of the Big Tooth Gang was so intimidated by the tangible killing intent radiating from these two iron Beasts that they dared not move.

Liu Zhipeng slowly straightened up from his throne. Looking at the two Big 'Uns, he bared his teeth in a relatively friendly smile.

"Oi, you two big lads, what brings ya to my place? Wanna... deposit some teeth?"

One of the Big 'Uns let out a deep laugh like grinding metal.

"Kid, you've got guts," it said in a muffled voice, amplified until the entire cargo hold hummed. "Our boss, the Great Prophet, wants to see you."

Liu Zhipeng's heart abruptly skipped a beat.

The Great Prophet—Bonecrusher Mag Uruk Thraka.

The one known as the "Great Preacher of WAAAGH!," the prophet of Gork and Mork, and the supreme ruler of this vast fleet.

He had finally noticed him.

Countless thoughts flashed through Liu Zhipeng's mind. Had the commotion he had caused lately been too great, making the Great Prophet wary of him? Or had he set his sights on Liu Zhipeng's teeth, intending to carry out a "mandatory asset acquisition"?

Yet not the slightest trace of nervousness showed on his face. Rising from his throne, his height of over three meters did not make him seem particularly short even before those two Big 'Uns.

He adjusted his unique armor, pieced together from various sheets of Ironhide and trophies, then flashed the two Big 'Uns a dazzling smile.

"Lead the way," he said. "I've been wanting to witness the Great Prophet's magnificence myself."

After passing through countless heavily guarded corridors, Liu Zhipeng stepped into the core area of the warship for the first time—Bonecrusher's command bridge.

It was completely different from the chaos and filth found elsewhere aboard the ship.

Beyond the enormous floor-to-ceiling viewport lay the deep, dazzling sea of stars. The floor was paved with smooth black metal polished to a gleaming shine. Countless screens glowing with eerie green light floated in midair, displaying all sorts of data and images that Orks could not understand at all, yet somehow still found extremely exciting.

An incomparably massive throne, forged from the skulls of countless enemies, shattered armor, and captured weapons, stood at the very center of the bridge.

A figure sat upon the throne.

He was larger than any Ork Liu Zhipeng had ever seen. Even seated, he resembled a small mountain. He wore a suit of black super power armor covered in rivets and enormous spikes, while one arm had been transformed into a gigantic Power Klaw shimmering with a ghostly blue energy field.