Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 23: The situation has really taken a turn for the worse

Five seconds.

Wu Chen estimated it would take half a minute, but it actually only took five seconds.

When the spirited young men, or 'Yazaku', a specialty of Sakurajima, brandished machetes and iron rods and charged at him without any rhyme or reason, their movements, strength, angles, and flaws emerged in Wu Chen's mind as if instinctively.

too weak.

The muscle strength and reaction speed of Earthlings are too weak.

Even Tyson, the archetype of macho men, often dragged out for beast fights, would be considered a normally developed farmer on the planet of Nain. However, after undergoing the Standing Stone enhancement, Wu Chen's basic parameters, if not unprecedented on Earth, were at least unparalleled.

His height and weight were even the same as when he left Earth.

But he only needed to swing his fist lightly to bend a person's bones as easily as crushing a reed.

The first guy didn't control the force well, and he was hit in the ribs, maybe breaking four bones.

The second person didn't adjust the angle well. He originally wanted to hit the guy to his knees, but instead, one slap made the guy unconscious and motionless.

The third was kicked and fell into the garbage heap, where he lay motionless.

Just as Wu Chen was about to raise his fist towards the fourth person, the aggressive young man dropped his weapon and slid down to his knees to pounce.

"Brother, please spare me! Please spare me!"

Fists are good things: they're stealthy, efficient, and inconspicuous. Even if there were surveillance cameras, no one would find it strange that one thug would fight more than one.

What's more, there are hardly any public surveillance cameras in Sakurajima.

"I ask, you answer." Wu Chen's hand dropped—strangely, he felt the urge to lift his foot and crush the kneeling head. Perhaps 'armed with a sharp weapon, murderous intent arises' was a fitting explanation.

But the impulse was fleeting.

"Who's behind you? Where are they?"

"I, we're hanging out with Big Brother Takagi in Beika Town! Go out from here, then, cross two more streets. There's a Takagi Auto Repair Shop... Big Brother, Big Brother is right there!"

It shouldn't be a lie.

It doesn't matter if it's a lie.

Wu Chen nodded slightly, and the last energetic young man bravely raised his head.

"Big, big brother. I can introduce you to..."

Wu Chen did not respond, but just turned his gaze slightly to look at the pocket of the last survivor - unlike the East Continent which has entered the era of online payment, Sakurajima still has the tradition of carrying wallets and cash.

This allows these Sakurajima gang members to act as ATMs.

........................

Wu Chen changed himself into a new set of clothes.

He wore a close-fitting lining, a simple undershirt, and a thick leather cape on the outside. Add to that hiking boots and leather gloves, and he felt like he could just pick up a machete or an axe and play the role of a serial killer.

He wasn't a serial killer—he figured he could probably kill most local serial killers with a single punch. His new outfit weighed at least ten kilograms, and he felt no different from when he was just wearing a blanket.

The shopping process took him about thirty minutes. As he left the sleepy clothing store owner, he saw a police car speeding through the street.

The streets of Pulau Pinang were even more sparsely populated than expected, completely unlike a sprawling metropolis with a population of nearly ten million. Night had already fallen, and not many people were walking around. Even among the office workers returning home from get off work, a strange silence filled the air.

It's a bit strange.

But perhaps this is the daily life of the people of Sakurajima.

It didn't take him long to find the Gaomu Auto Repair Shop. A few idle men were standing at the door, chatting idly. When Wu Chen approached them, their reactions were even slower than he had expected.

"It's time to get off work. We're closed tonight." There was politeness, but more of an air of impatience. The first person to respond had a sallow complexion.

Something is wrong.

If it had just been strange before, then the feeling now was disjointed. However, Wu Chen clenched his fists slightly, but he didn't feel any different from before.

It seems like I'm a little hungry - maybe.

"Are you okay?" Wu Chen's gaze swept across this relatively strong man. He did not smell any blood from the wound, nor did he smell any lingering scent of long-term medication.

"Mind your own business." The man waved his fist in protest. "If you have nothing to do, just stay away."

"I'm here to find your boss." The man paused, and several of his accomplices around him finally perked up and straightened their backs, rubbing their hands, as if they were going to surround Wu Chen.

"You can't just see the boss whenever you want."

This is enough.

There was indeed a boss here, a gang leader who was involved in a mixed society. And now, Wu Chen only hoped that his tracing would only stop at this step.

Wu Chen nodded.

The fist swung violently, and before the man in front of him could react, it successfully hit the side of his head. Through the thick leather gloves, the man's facial bone structure was clearly presented to Wu Chen's perception. And then -

"Gah—" It might be a slight sound of bone cracking.

The man who was hit by the punch fell backwards and lay on the ground motionless.

It's a bit too efficient.

The remaining few paused for a moment before lunging at Wu Chen with a roar. However, their movements were too slow for Wu Chen's perception. He could avoid the punches with a simple sideways movement. Another shoulder strike would halt the remaining one in their tracks.

A punch, then a kick.

There was no need to deliberately aim at any place, no need to consider strategies and angles. Innate supernatural powers were indeed an advanced quality that was stronger than most conventional skills. It still only took a few seconds, and the gang members, whose fighting power was obviously higher than that of the four gangsters, all fell to the ground, rolling and squirming.

Wu Chen stepped into the door of the auto repair shop.

His undisguised actions outside were obviously enough to alarm the people inside.

Dozens of auto mechanics and gang members, armed with wrenches, crowbars, or other weapons, rushed towards Wu Chen, shouting loudly. They clearly didn't think there was anything wrong with using numbers to bully the weak.

"Come together! He's alone!"

"Who dares to come here and cause trouble?"

"Go inform the boss! Someone's coming to the door!"

Together, they held back Wu Chen, who casually wielded an iron rod like a sword, for thirty seconds. Forty seconds later, Wu Chen pushed open the protective door of the auto repair shop office.

A tall, fierce-looking man stood there. He was Gao Mu, and he held a pistol in his hand. The gun was loaded, the safety on, and the muzzle pointed at Wu Chen's head. His eyes held both amazement and confidence.

"That's it! Bastard! Put down your weapons, or I'll shoot!"

as expected.

It is logical that the Sakurajima gang has a hidden weapon of explosives.

And Wu Chen’s goal has been achieved.

He threw the iron rod down casually.

'Bang -' the gunshot.

Gao Mu opened fire the moment Wu Chen released his weapon. However, before he could show a look of relief, a magic shield suddenly appeared in front of Wu Chen, causing his eyes to widen!

The bullet was no match for the magic power, and the hand-loaded projectile was suspended in the air in front of Wu Chen. Before Gao Mu subconsciously pulled the trigger a second time, Wu Chen had already raised his hand.

Apprentice-level destruction spell, fireball.

A tiny flaming meteor suddenly appeared and pierced Takagi's chest the next moment!

His body fell to the ground, and the gun in his hand rolled on the ground. Wu Chen then walked forward and grasped the gun that was obviously not a handmade product.

In an instant, I fell asleep.

And a piece of data that Wu Chen had expected but really didn't want to admit appeared in Wu Chen's eyes.

——[To purchase the Beretta M9 pistol, you need to pay 200 resource points.]

Wu Chen closed his eyes.

He should have thought of this long ago, and he had. Since even purchasing a steel two-handed sword required 200 resource points, then modern weapons of significantly higher craftsmanship would undoubtedly require even more. However, right now, he only had 500 resource points, plus a Level 1 certificate. At best, that was enough to buy an AK rifle!
What good can this do!?
He started from the Misty Tower and fought countless monsters along the way, but he didn't even get any resources!
"Tsk." Wu Chen threw down the gun and rubbed his brows.

I need to find a way to get some other resources, or improve my strength here. Maybe...

Thought interruption.

Wu Chen turned his head suddenly.

In his field of vision, the freshly disemboweled corpse actually began to move with slight twitching!
(End of this chapter)