You promised steampunk martial arts, but you've got an internal combustion engine in your chest

Outside the main wharf of Shanghai, in a slum.

The night was as dark as ink, and the air was filled with the stench of stagnant water.

The terrifying giant Miao Han, covered in black hair and over two meters tall, was standing in the middle of the alley.

The brass gears embedded in his flesh turned slowly, and his large, bell-like eyes stared at the large number of impoverished people in front of him.

The ragged laborers and women were so terrified by his terrifying power that they were paralyzed with fear and dared not even breathe.

Miao Han looked down at them coldly, and after a long while, he slowly said:

"Remember, we were never here tonight, and you lowly people saw nothing. Otherwise... you know what will happen to you."

"Yes...yes! Rest assured, sir, I know nothing and saw nothing!"

The poor people kowtowed frantically, like pounding garlic.

Just then, footsteps came from deep within the alley.

Master Yang, carrying a pipe, emerged from the darkness with a smile.

He didn't even glance at the poor people kneeling on the ground, but simply waved his hand dismissively:

"Alright, alright, this is none of your business. Get out of here and don't get in my way."

Upon hearing this, the group of poor people felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They scrambled to their feet, not even bothering to pick up their shoes, and ran away in the blink of an eye.

Miao Han slowly turned his face, looked at Master Yang, and said in a muffled voice:

"Is the matter settled?"

Master Yang took a puff of his pipe, his face beaming with smiles, and nodded repeatedly:

"It's done, it's done. We've caught Baili Jing's younger brother. Heh... that little peasant is quite fierce; he even kicked this old man."

As he spoke, he shook the hem of his long robe, where there was indeed a footprint.

However, when Master Yang said this, his face showed no anger, but his smile became even wider: "With this weakness in our hands, even if Baili Jing grows wings, he won't be able to escape from our Shencheng territory tonight."

Miao Han glanced down at him condescendingly and snorted disdainfully:

"Hmph, weak and incompetent mortals, all they do is engage in these despicable schemes and underhanded tricks, utterly boring."

"Monster... there's a monster!!! Run!!"

Just then, a scream suddenly rang out from the night sky!

Immediately afterwards, there was another loud bang, as if something had collapsed.

Miao Han and Master Yang both froze, looking in the direction the sound came from.

The source of the sound was the nearby Shanghai Grand Wharf!

The two exchanged a glance, and without needing any further words, they immediately understood.

Baili Jing has probably appeared at the dock!

Master Yang's face twitched slightly. He hurriedly clasped his hands respectfully to Miao Han and whispered:

"Master Miao, thank you for personally taking action! I will go and keep an eye on his brother right away, just in case."

"However... please, Master Miao, remember Master Ding's instructions! Do not accidentally kill or injure Baili Jing; Young Master Ding is still waiting for his vital organs to save his life!"

"You don't need to nag."

Miao Han pushed Yang Shiye aside, not even wanting to glance at him, and sneered:

"Go back to your shady dealings. I'm going to go over there right now and see for myself what kind of monster that kid is."

After saying that, he laughed wildly and led his group of canal gang disciples, speeding towards the Shanghai docks.

This slum was originally built to make it easier for laborers to get to work, and it is only a few hundred steps away from the dock.

Miao Han was extremely fast. He hadn't run far when the chaos at the Shanghai docks came into view.

The entrance to the dock was now in complete chaos.

Hundreds and thousands of dockworkers were desperately fleeing out of the dock, while in the opposite direction, countless members of the Canal Gang, dressed in black and wielding steel knives, were surging towards the dock's main canteen like a black tide.

Miao Han squinted, slowed his pace, and stopped at the gate, searching for Baili Jing.

Rumble!!

Just then, a loud bang was heard, and a gap was suddenly blasted open from the inside to the outside of the dockside canteen!

Amidst the swirling dust and sand, a figure screamed as it was sent flying backwards.

Miao Han looked closely and saw that the man was wearing the long robe of the core elite of the Canal Gang. The brass steam machinery on his arms was violently deformed, and high-pressure steam mixed with blood was spraying wildly in mid-air.

This is a steam-powered ascetic!

But at this moment, the cultivator flew more than ten meters away like a broken sack, knocking down seven or eight black-clad disciples in succession, and finally crashed to the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, clearly not going to make it.

"Surround him! He's all alone!"

The disciples of the Canal Gang roared and brandished their long swords as they filled the gap in the broken canteen.

However, the next second, even more piercing screams rang out incessantly.

With a series of sounds of flesh colliding, the black-clad disciples who had just rushed in were once again sent flying backwards through the gap, smashing the surrounding cargo boxes to pieces.

Then, a teenager rushed out.

He was shirtless, every pore of his body exhaling billowing white steam, as he charged wildly through the dense encirclement!

That violent and brutal fighting style was completely unpredictable, yet it was incredibly fast and terrifyingly heavy.

Ordinary members of the Grand Canal Gang couldn't even last half a round against him.

With each forward slam of Baili Jing's body, the high-pressure airflow generated by his brute force could send three or four ordinary thugs flying, along with their knives.

Those low-level cultivators who had brass valves installed on their arms or shoulders also rushed down one by one, trying to stop him.

But they were still no match for him. Whenever Baili Jing threw a punch or a kick at them, they could only fall to the ground screaming like the ordinary disciple.

Only those masters who have rivet miniature steam furnaces on their spines can barely exchange two or three blows with this boy!

"Bravo! What a fierce tiger descending the mountain!!"

Seeing this, Miao Han's eyes lit up like sparks!

The Forging Realm is the beginning of steam cultivation.

One realm of Qi-filled furnace, opening up the Qi palace within the body;

The second-stage forearm is forged from fine steel, capable of breaking bricks and splitting stones;

The third realm transforms the shoulders and arms, greatly increasing strength, enough to tear apart jackals and wolves;

The Four Realms alter the spine, riveting a miniature furnace to the human spine. Under high pressure, cultivators can easily fight tigers and bears!

But... even those experts with fourth-level spinal modification couldn't withstand more than three moves from this young man's bare fists?!

The most damn weird thing is that this boy, from head to toe, hasn't undergone even an inch of steel modification!

"Hahaha...Great! That's fantastic!!"

Miao Han grew increasingly excited. He licked his lips, stared at Baili Jing in the center of the battlefield, and muttered to himself in a low voice:

"You little brat... you're so strong, you can definitely take a few more punches from me, right? Three punches... I only need to hit you three times! I promise I won't kill you, you better hold on!! Let me hit you to my heart's content, hit you to my heart's content!"

At this moment, in the center of the battlefield, Baili Jing was completely bloodthirsty.

"roll!!"

With a roar, he swung his arm without any special moves, sending several ordinary members of the Canal Gang flying.

This was a one-sided, violent crushing defeat!

Baili Jing's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was as ferocious as a demon.

A fourth-realm expert, with a steam furnace roaring behind him, wielded a massive steel blade and slashed down at Baili Jing!

Baili Jing neither dodged nor evaded, his muscles tensing to their limit in an instant.

when!!

With a loud clang of metal clashing, Baili Jingliang punched the side of the broadsword, breaking it in two!

"Get the hell out of here!!"

He opened his mouth and roared, throwing a straight punch.

The terrifying fist wind tore a white wave of air through the air. The fourth-realm expert was hit by the punch, his chest immediately caved in, and the steam furnace on his back exploded. He was sent flying backward with a scream, accompanied by a sky full of copper slag and blood.

In an instant, dust filled the central square of the dock, goods flew everywhere, and large pieces of cotton yarn and grain sacks were torn into pieces by the force, falling all over the sky.

"Come on! Again!!"

Baili Jing laughed loudly. He grabbed a chain used to moor the boat, his arm muscles bulged, and he swung the chain wildly, pulling it with a piercing shriek.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Wherever the iron chain passed, whether it was the steel swords of ordinary disciples or the fine steel components of steam cultivators, everything was smashed to pieces.

A fearless fourth-realm expert charged forward, only to be struck in the face by Baili Jingyi's iron chain, followed by a kick that sent him flying backward, crashing into a steam lamppost.

Boom!!

With a loud cracking sound like metal breaking, the iron pillar snapped off at its base!

The large steam lamp crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

The high-pressure steam pipe inside the headlight cracked instantly.

Chi! ! !

In an instant, a massive amount of scorching steam, like a flood bursting its banks, spewed out and spread in all directions through the crack!

The scalding white fog instantly obscured most of the dock, completely robbing people of their vision.

The dock was instantly plunged into darkness and chaos, with only a few scattered torches casting shadows in the rising white mist.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Standing in the center of the thick white fog, Baili Jing swayed slightly.

The redness on his skin had faded slightly, and the furnace of flesh and blood in his chest, after such unrestrained release, once again brought a hollow feeling of hunger.

"Damn it... there are just too many of these bastards."

"Fortunately, I was prepared."

Baili Jing smiled and reached for his waist.

Around his waist was a large bundle of demonic beast meat that he had snatched from the food warehouse!

He tore off a piece of the monster's flesh, weighing at least two or three pounds, opened his mouth, and bit into it fiercely.

Click!Click!

As the demon flesh was swallowed, the furnace within Baili Jing's body, which was about to go out, roared once more!

His skin instantly turned bright red again, and even more violent high-pressure white steam erupted from his pores once more.

Baili Jing smiled brightly, his gaze sweeping over the figures in the thick fog around him.

No one dared to surround them anymore.

The thugs from the canal gang were all pale-faced and kept retreating.

They stared at the boy, who was covered in smoke and ate raw meat and drank blood, and the fear in their eyes had become a tangible reality.

How could this be a mere commoner?

This is clearly a living demon king in human skin!

"Ha...hahahaha!!"

Baili Jing, holding the iron chain upside down, burst into laughter.

"Come on?! You guys were so arrogant before, how come you've all turned into pushovers now?!"

"I'm still not full!! Anyone else want to come up and offer me a couple more drinks?!"

"Come on!!"

The earth trembled, and a thunderous roar echoed.

Many ordinary disciples were so terrified by the roar that they dropped their steel knives and trembled, not daring to utter a sound.

"Good lad!"

"I'll personally offer you a cup of wine as a penalty!!"

Just then, a deep, rough shout suddenly exploded out!

The force contained in that roar was truly too strong and too domineering.

The shockwave from that sound alone caused dozens of ordinary members of the Cao Gang to cover their ears and squat down on the ground.

Even several low-level cultivators in the second or third realm were shaken by these waves of sound, their faces turning pale and revealing expressions of extreme pain.

Baili Jing, standing in the center of the battlefield, also suddenly changed his expression.

He felt a loud buzzing in his ears, and even a sharp pain and dizziness in his head.

"What a terrifying creature..."

Before he could react, an overwhelming force came rushing towards him!

Whoosh!

The billowing white high-pressure exhaust gas ahead was suddenly torn open.

A colossal shadow, carrying a suffocatingly heavy sense of oppression, leaped through the air from the gap in the mist!

This man resembled a peerless, ferocious ape. His forearms were as thick as buckets, and mechanical components extended from his forearms to his shoulders. At the top, three red copper valves spewed out dazzling white high-pressure heat.

"Die!!"

Miao Han laughed wildly in the air.

He threw a punch, smashing it down hard on Baili Jing's head!