I'm building Gundams in America

According to the calculations of the Demon Realm Dungeon System, the average strength of an ordinary person who has not undergone any training is 1. Therefore, the change brought about by a strength of 5.3 is already considered abnormal.

Moreover, the power brings not only strength, but also speed and changes in the flesh and bones.

Wayne's smile sent chills down the spines of the gang members present.

They wouldn't find it particularly frightening to see a normally tyrannical and cruel criminal display such a sinister smile.

The sudden appearance of such a smile from a man as gentle as a saint was so striking that it instilled fear in everyone! "He... he's tired! Go! Take him down!" Mario shouted.

Intimidated by Wayne's smile, no one dared to launch the first attack.

Just as the gang fighters hesitated, Wayne made his move!

He was so fast that he left only a blur, like a cannonball rushing towards a tattooed Latino boxer in an instant, delivering a simple right hook that landed hard on the opponent's abdomen.

With a loud "crack" of a rib breaking, the boxer was caught completely off guard and was sent flying backward.

Reversal [Light of Purification!]

Before he even landed, his alcohol addiction kicked in instantly, and he let out a strange scream. When he landed, he writhed like a lump of mud, showing symptoms of severe alcohol poisoning.

Wayne had already followed him to another boxer, and with a swift motion, slapped the boxer across the left cheek. "Smack!" Like a firecracker, the boxer's cheek caved in deeply, leaving a handprint. His eyes became bloodshot from the sudden increase in intraocular pressure, blood gushed from his mouth, and he collapsed to the ground on the spot.

At the same time as the withdrawal symptoms kicked in, his body arched back like a shrimp, white foam dripped from his mouth, and he said in a trembling voice:

"Give me fentanyl...kill me...kill me..."

"Die!" a tall, burly, tattooed boxer roared, kicking at Wayne, but Wayne casually grabbed his ankle. The tattooed man immediately felt as if his ankle had fallen into hydraulic clamps. Wayne tightened his grip, and his ankle shattered instantly. With a piercing scream, he collapsed to the ground, his entire body trembling and scratching incessantly at his chest, as if countless ants were crawling through his veins. He wailed:

"Give me medicine! Give me medicine! I need injections! I want to build muscle!"

Wayne raised an eyebrow.

The gang members in these poor neighborhoods are quite different from the drug dealers outside.

Not everyone who uses enhancers becomes addicted; some people develop other addictions instead.

Especially the guy who was getting injections earlier, I never thought that getting injections at the gym could be addictive.

However, this is more of a psychological addiction, a desire for deformed, large muscles under the influence of distorted American values.

"Grab him, he's almost out of strength!" Five gang fighters shouted, and surrounded him from all sides. Four grabbed Wayne's arms and legs, and one grabbed his waist and abdomen, trying to pin him to the ground.

Among them was a boxer wearing an earring who was knocked to the ground by Wayne in the first round.

After that punch, he thought he knew enough about his opponent's strength that if multiple people attacked together, Wayne wouldn't be a big deal. But when he grabbed Wayne's left leg, he suddenly realized he was so wrong.

The opponent's strength was much greater than before. Even though he was all muscle, he couldn't hold down even one of the opponent's legs! Then, he could feel a terrifying force coming from the opponent's leg. The opponent's left leg was like an iron whip, lashing his chest and face hard.

"Bang!" Blood spurted from the mouth of the earring-wearing boxer, his nose and chin shattering instantly.

Along with it came a strange addiction that welled up from the depths of my heart.

He had just fallen to the ground when he suddenly raised his hands, making a grasping motion towards the air, blood and saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, muttering:

"Alcohol...give me alcohol...I want to drink..."

"You bastard, I'm going to kill you!" a Latino boxer yelled, suddenly delivering a roundhouse kick to Wayne's temple.

Wayne neither dodged nor evaded, but raised his arm and delivered a powerful elbow strike to the opponent's shinbone.

"Crack!" The man's leg bone snapped, his lower leg twisted at a bizarre angle, and he let out a piercing scream before collapsing to the ground. Wayne nodded; this man didn't seem to have any addictions and was a good young man with healthy lifestyle habits.

He leaped into the air and delivered a powerful shoulder strike, sending a fighter crashing against the octagon's railing with a loud thud. He then followed up with a stomp kick, breaking another man's shinbone.

Bajiquan, wrestling, war dance, Wing Chun, Sanda, Jeet Kune Do...

With master-level free fighting skills, he has mastered almost all classic martial arts styles, switching between them with ease, like a sophisticated fighting machine.

One slap, and blood gushed from his nose, his eyes burst open.

One punch, and his face was dented, bloody teeth falling out.

One kick, and his ribs broke, blood gushing from his mouth.

One elbow, the sternum caved in, blood spurting from the mouth and nose.

One knee fractured his cervical spine, leaving him paralyzed on the spot.

This also triggered addiction in many gang members!

Drug addiction, sex addiction, alcohol addiction, drug addiction, smoking addiction, and so on—all sorts of psychological addictions are triggered, causing these gang members to suffer both physical and mental torment!

These inherently malicious and ruthless gang members became Wayne's testing ground.

Originally, Wayne only activated the Reversal [Purification Light] on enemies who had clearly taken enhancement drugs. However, he discovered that, apart from drug addiction, other addictions in humans, when stimulated to the extreme, could also make people wish they were dead.

The feeling of having an extreme craving for something that cannot be obtained can completely break down anyone experiencing an addiction.

Addiction to the heart is like a knife!

"Give me your phone...start...Genshin Impact...start..." A gang fighter with blood flowing from his mouth and nose was being held by Wayne, his eyes vacant, his limbs twitching, muttering to himself, having completely lost all ability to resist.

"Thump." Wayne released his grip, and the boxer immediately collapsed to the ground, convulsing and groaning.

At this moment, the octagon arena was filled with defeated gang members, making it almost impossible to find a place to stand.

The entire arena floor was covered in blood.

Only MS13's leader, Gold Tooth Mario, remained standing in the cage.

However, at this moment, Mario's eyes no longer held the arrogance and domineering attitude he had before; instead, they were filled with shock and fear.

Looking at the black-haired, black-eyed man before him was like looking at a demon god.

He could see that the man in front of him was breathing slightly heavily.

As he had said before, after taking down dozens of experienced gang fighters, the man was finally a little tired. But only slightly fatigued.

He was panting like a fucking Captain America who had just wiped out a company of SS soldiers.

He could wipe out another battalion!

"Who are you...who the hell are you!?"

Mario let out a hysterical roar; the fighting power displayed by his opponent had exceeded his expectations.

The boxers under his command were all true tough guys. Even if their bones were broken, they would definitely get up and continue fighting. But now, after just one punch from the other party, they were lying on the ground struggling and howling in pain, and even had a drug relapse.

One could be considered a coincidence, but when it happens to every single one of them, it's practically like a voodoo curse!

He tried to escape, but found that the other person was standing right in front of the iron gate of the octagon, and he couldn't escape at all.

"I'm going to kill..." Mario roared, reaching into his waistband to pull out the pistol he had hidden beforehand.

The man in front of him moved instantly, like a cheetah, suddenly bringing a gust of wind as he appeared before him.

A large hand suddenly grew larger in Mario's vision, instantly pressing down on his forehead, lifting him into the air, and slamming the back of his head heavily against the barbed wire behind him.

The gun, which he hadn't even drawn yet, was grabbed along with his right hand. A surge of violent force crushed his hand bones and the gun handle! Then, a heavy punch slammed into his mouth, instantly shattering his jaw and knocking out most of his gold teeth!

"Clang clang clang clang..." The sound of metal falling to the ground rang out one after another; it was Mario's gold tooth.

With a deafening roar, after enduring dozens of impacts, the simple iron mesh fence of the octagonal cage collapsed, revealing the blood-stained boxing ring and the unyielding demon god.