Early Foundation Establishment!
Chen Lin's heart sank.
Although this was only a mindless puppet that couldn't cast spells, a vast gulf separated Foundation Establishment from Qi Refining.
His opponent's sheer physical strength and speed already outclassed his in every way.
Crack.
Another sharp crack came from the puppet's neck, and he moved.
There were no flashy moves, just the simplest, most direct charge!
Chen Lin took a deep breath and met him head-on again.
Fists and feet collided, a continuous barrage of dull thuds filling the tiny Stationmaster's Office.
Relying on his powerful physique and combat instincts far beyond those of ordinary people, Chen Lin kept dodging and blocking.
Every punch he landed on the puppet sent his opponent stumbling backward.
But the damned thing knew neither pain nor fear.
Even with his chest caved in and his arm twisted like a pretzel, the puppet still counterattacked with even greater ferocity.
He fought with absolutely no regard for his own life!
Ten minutes later.
A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Chen Lin's mouth, and his clothes had been torn to shreds.
The longer he fought, the more frustrated he became!
This damned thing was like a wad of sticky taffy he couldn't beat apart. Spiritual power attacks barely affected him, and physical attacks couldn't inflict a fatal wound.
Fuck cultivation! I'm done playing with you!
A vicious glint flashed in Chen Lin's eyes.
With a thought, he acted.
A pitch-black heavy machine gun appeared out of thin air in his hands, its brutally imposing design crowned by a frighteningly thick barrel.
The Big Pineapple M249!
Chen Lin grinned savagely and pulled the trigger!
"Ratatatatatat-!!!"
Fierce tongues of flame spewed from the muzzle, and deafening gunfire instantly filled the entire room.
Armor-piercing rounds made from special alloy formed