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775: Chapter 19: Combat Power 775: Chapter 19: Combat Power The regurgitated humans had no visible external injuries, they were just unconscious with closed eyes.

Sun Xiaosheng, with his abilities, naturally heard the healthy heartbeat of these humans and thought they should be fine once they wake up.

However, having been swallowed into Dong Zhuo’s body once, it was hard to say if there were any other after-effects for now.

Yet, Sun Xiaosheng was puzzled about the origins of the chain from the void.

The fact that it could force Dong Zhuo to spit out everyone he consumed was truly astonishing.

But…

Damn, it feels so good!

This fat guy started acting all mysteriously when he first appeared, and now look, he’s acting like an idiot!

Ah—!!

After the last human was regurgitated, Dong Zhuo let out a painful scream.

Clearly, having to vomit out everything he ingested was unbearable for him.

Brother Xiaosheng sneered, leapt up, and delivered a heavy punch to the top of Dong Zhuo’s head.

As the saying goes, hit the drowned dog when it’s down, seize the moment to strike; a black eats a black, knock on the stick.

Over the years, Brother Xiaosheng had become proficient in the gray areas, learning without a teacher.

I am not some noble warrior!

Bang—!!

The fist landed heavily on the hardest part of Dong Zhuo’s skull, and Sun Xiaosheng clearly felt the bones cracking—his entire head was deformed by the punch.

Bound by the chain, Dong Zhuo was unable to resist, his body fell to the ground like a lump of mud.

The chain loosened slowly after the collapse, but did not leave; instead, it suddenly expanded in the Wasteland Extinction Territory, crashing wildly.

It refracted like light in a mirrored world before Sun Xiaosheng’s eyes, seemingly touching the edges of this wasteland.

The thorn at the end of the chain, with the chain, passed by trees, lifting them back upright.

A burgeoning breath of life began to spread around, and in a blink, the fallen trees were restored to their original state, with only scattered leaves on the ground.

Crack—!

Sounded like something broke—the instant the sound arose, Brother Xiaosheng felt his connection with the real world restored.

It seemed the chain just shattered this wasteland.

It came from the void, retreated the same way after breaking the wasteland, and when the fallen trees reborn, it vanished completely without revealing its intentions.

However, witnessing this scene, Sun Xiaosheng suddenly understood the mysterious chain’s message: don’t make trouble here, don’t destroy here.

“Could it be the old lady’s contingency?

No wonder she left so easily…” Sun Xiaosheng scratched his chin for a while but felt this mystical chain didn’t quite match the style of the Godly Land.

But in this city, apart from this true dragon, Sun Xiaosheng couldn’t think of anyone else capable of deploying such a terrifying chain.

Suddenly, an exquisite face flashed through Sun Xiaosheng’s memory—during their encounter, he was nearly burned off all his hair, fleeing naked in embarrassment.

“No, the people there aren’t inclined to help without benefit… why guard this city?” Sun Xiaosheng immediately dismissed the thought.

But as Dong Zhuo remained lying in the same place, Sun Xiaosheng chose not to think much, walked to Dong Zhuo’s side, and kicked at his massive pile of fat, considering whether to throw him into the incinerator to end everything once and for all.

“Bro…

Brother Xiaosheng…”

From a distance, Fish Ball Qiang finally mustered up courage, ran towards Sun Xiaosheng nervously, hesitating to speak.

Sun Xiaosheng squinted at Fish Ball Qiang, then suddenly said: “I might not come to buy fish balls from you anymore.

Also, if you want to live comfortably in the future, just forget what happened today.”

“Brother Xiaosheng?” Fish Ball Qiang called out.

But Sun Xiaosheng directly picked up Dong Zhuo’s body, jumped high, landed on a nearby building, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Shortly after, people around started to wake up.

They got up from the ground, eyes bewildered, looking around at the overturned vehicles, littered trash, resembling a typhoon’s aftermath, while oddly, the trees remained intact, drawing their surprise.

Fish Ball Qiang was puzzled, “What’s wrong with these people?

They seem to have forgotten what happened?”

Recalling Sun Xiaosheng’s words before leaving, he felt somewhat lost, realizing he might not see this eccentric person from the Red Light District again.

“Turns out… there’s a world I don’t know!”

He silently cleaned his fish ball stall, contemplating how ordinary his life had been selling fish balls here for years, finding the single day more thrilling than decades.

Fish Ball Qiang shook his head, admitting he was just an ordinary person—no matter how dangerous this world might be, he was just one of those bystanders in an Ultraman showdown.

He sighed, collecting the chairs blown over one by one.

“What’s this?”

Beneath a chair, Fish Ball Qiang curiously picked up a plaque.

It was about half a palm-size, with golden ground and silver edges, etched with chaotic patterns, completely indecipherable.

But could it be pure gold?

Instinctively, Fish Ball Qiang bit it, trying to test its hardness—just then, the peculiar plaque suddenly emitted light and felt hot.

Before Fish Ball Qiang could let go, his body was strangely attracted—the peculiar plaque turned into a black orb, swallowing Fish Ball Qiang, then vanished.

No one noticed the fish ball vendor, who’d been here for years, had gone missing.

…

Garbage incineration plant.

Sun Xiaosheng tossed Dong Zhuo, like rotten meat, directly into the furnace, watched his body catch fire, and after it burned to black charcoal nodded, “That should be about right?”

The incinerator’s temperature was naturally ultra-high; truth be told, more powerful than some Taoism cultivators’ methods.

Brother Xiaosheng lamented human technology’s terrifying advancement while contemplating the evening bar party—today’s events were already left behind.

Since gaining awareness, acquiring that thing, and rising to be among the few Demon Kings in the demon world today, Sun Xiaosheng considered himself a monkey living indulgently.

Worldly affairs… he has no plans of undertaking.

…

Yet not long after Sun Xiaosheng left, the black charcoal-like body in the incinerator suddenly split open.

A nearly perfect, strong body stepped out of the massive charcoal, walking amidst the flames, and finally walked out unscathed.

His muscles were so well-defined that they made all the bodybuilding champions in the world pale in comparison.

But such a perfectly toned body didn’t last long, soon swelling up and turning into a mass of fat.

“Ever since I got burned in Chang’an, it’s been a long time since I was roasted by fire…”

He moved his neck a bit, just as he was about to take his next action, the air beside him suddenly cracked open, and Oda, wearing all black with a hat, walked out with a frown.

Dong Zhuo saw the many damaged parts of Oda’s clothes and the weapon called Guikiru in his hand, and squinted his eyes with a smile, “It seems you didn’t have much luck, Sixth Heaven Demon King.”

Oda’s frown deepened, “It seems our intelligence was incorrect.

Besides the Godly Land, there’s another mysterious force protecting this city.

The attempt to seize the Heavenly Spirit Vein failed.”

“The plan to guide Sun Xiaosheng might also have to be put on hold…” Dong Zhuo lightly opened his eyes, “This Spirit Vein is indeed significant, but it’s not irreplaceable.

If it’s hard to obtain, just let it rot here.

Last time Arex, whom I guided back, mentioned that the city’s agents are operating, the chain is probably their work.”

Oda coldly snorted, seemingly still unsatisfied.

Dong Zhuo said indifferently, “Sixth Heaven Demon King, don’t be disheartened.

If guarding this city is part of that deal, even if we all come out in full force, it would be impossible to stir up trouble here.

It’s not just us; everyone facing its existence feels equally insignificant.”

Oda furrowed his brow again, “No solution?”

Dong Zhuo spread his hands, “No solution.”

Oda spoke in a deep voice, “Why do we transcend?”

Dong Zhuo turned around to leave, saying indifferently, “Of course, it’s to find the answer behind the unsolvable.”

Oda pondered for a few seconds, and finally snorted coldly, “I’ll return to Aichi Prefecture, not going back to the crevice.

There’s a promising guy there; I plan to guide him.”

“I’m going to eat.”

…

…

Having just returned from the supermarket with some fresh ingredients, among which the seafood was quite good, the maid who was handling the unique fresh shrimp in the kitchen seemed to be in a rather good mood.

However, at this moment, a crack suddenly appeared on the table, and a chain slowly crawled out of it, obediently like a pet, finally crawling onto the maid’s hand and wrapping around her wrist.

The chain emitted a slight buzzing sound.

The maid did not pause her action of deveining the shrimp and said indifferently a moment later, “Got it, go back.”

The chain slowly released from the maid’s wrist, retreated the way it came, and ultimately disappeared.

“Need any help?”

Boss Luo came in holding a small pot of mint.

It was one of the potted plants grown in front of the lobby counter, growing unreasonably fast.

Every time it was harvested, it would regrow by the next day and was a common cooking or cocktail ingredient for the boss and the maid.

“Hmm…

then could you heat the oil, Master?”

“Planning to make fried shrimp?”

“Yes, do you like it?”

Boss Luo smiled and began pouring cooking oil into the pot.

You Ye spoke softly, “Master, a transcendent intends to take the Spirit Vein from your house.”

Boss Luo wasn’t too concerned about the outcome—because the inability to take the Spirit Vein existed as an established fact.

Luo Qiu watched as bubbles began to surface in the golden cooking oil in the pot and suddenly joked, “The crevice of the two sides, the Transcendent Side and the Science Side…

speaking of which, the Transcendent Side has a lot of annotations for different power levels of transcendents.

For example, the Divine Power system, the realm of the Taoism-cultivated field, the hierarchy of demons.

But it seems there is no strict delineation on the Science Side?”

You Ye blinked curiously, “Master, are you planning to grade the Science Side?

How would you do that?”

Boss Luo smiled, “When I was young, I liked a character called the Tokiwadai Super Electromagnetic Gun…

How about using the LV level system?

LV1, LV, and so on?”

The maid asked, “What should be the benchmark?”

Boss Luo, indulging in his imagination, said, “Why not include pure physical strength in the Science Side…

no, it should be through genetic modification and other means to gain power equivalent to transcendent power.

For example, creatures created like Prometheus.

Additionally, power users like Mo Xiaofei, who have developed their brain domains, should be included similarly.

After all, research on brain domain development seems to have started by some countries since World War II.”

“Then, should armed forces be counted as well?” You Ye extended her master’s new definition.

“Then let’s take the kinetic energy of a basic handgun bullet as the benchmark for LV1, and extend it to the threshold that the same stage could reach?”

“However, with superpowers, there are so many types, and some are purely auxiliary.

For example, someone born with strong spiritual power that can only be used for hypnosis, how would that be defined?”

Boss Luo smiled, “Keep it simple and crude; for now, just calculate destructive power.

Grading the Science Side is merely for convenience, considering the capability at the time.

Let’s start by creating this database first, and we can further detail it later; after all, there’s plenty of time.”

With that thought, boss Luo suddenly felt a stirring within, recalling some childhood ideas, and smiled, “Lastly, let’s just translate both sides into combat power.

For example, a normal person with a hunting rifle could have a combat power defined as ‘5’, and an ordinary young monster’s combat power could be ’50’ or something like that…

Hmm, the oil is ready.”

“Let me do it.” The maid smiled slightly, coating the peeled shrimp with batter and placing it into the hot oil.

Golden yellow.

…

…

As the bullet was fired from an incredibly long range and successfully pierced the forehead of a haughty middle-aged woman in the next second, Oni swiftly left the place from where he had fired.

In an outdoor cafe in the distance, Lluvia nodded slightly toward Song Haoran at almost the same time.

Song Haoran, who was reading a newspaper, folded it and said, “Now, there’s only one last target left, are you ready?”

Lluvia nodded, “The theater tickets for tonight have been secured.”

“Good job.” Song Haoran, looking at the voluptuous Lluvia, smiled elegantly, “Beautiful Ms.

Lluvia, may I choose an appropriate evening gown for you?”

Roar!

But Lluvia only smiled and nodded lightly.