Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“This is the power of steam! ”

“This is the power of God! ”

“Look, look, even the Iron Fist is defeated by us! ”

Though the result of the collision between the two sides, it was considered double-defeat.

But at least it shows that the Steam Army possesses the power to counter the Iron Fist Army.

The fanatics with the steam knife, who are no longer the fish that were slaughtered in the past, face the iron fists of the enemy, at least have the ability to share their destiny.

The mechanics and steamers who recognize this are becoming more and more fanatical.

More core believers wave steam knives and rely on steam-jetted 3D motorized devices to pounce at Iron Fist masters.

For a while, the whole alley was filled with steam, and blood was gushing through the steam, dancing with broken arms, like boiling blood pools.

The number of fanatics and iron fighters is growing, as if two raging floods were shooting at the same pond.

Suddenly...

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

A few tremendous and shocking sounds exploded among the Iron Fist.

Instead, the mechanics and the steamers used steam bombs.

Steam bombs are an extremely dangerous and poisonous weapon.

Throw the steam balls at the enemy by pressurizing them constantly, near the limit, gluing them to numerous fine nails and pieces of iron.

Once the steam balloon explodes, the high pressure airflow is like a hurricane that lashes out nails and iron chips, turning them into millions of blades, shooting enemies through holes and crumbling into armies.

The Iron Fist Army, which came in large numbers and did not yet understand the situation, was suddenly the victim of a steam bomb.

They weren't sprayed with burning high-pressure steam.

It was shot into cellular tofu by nails and iron chips.

The streets are full of blood, screaming everywhere, and it looks like the steel bones of humans, no matter how hard they are, can rival the real steel.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The drums of a photographer's soul sounded.

Core believers in mechanics and steam, such as Rohingyu, with their brothers Gus, the “Son” and “Virgin", looked solemn and raised the steam cannon from underground secrecy.

Driven by a sophisticated roller skating machine group, dozens of strong men wielded sweat spinning the joystick in the rain to output powerful power, making the steam giant guns advance towards the Temple of Fist like a ferocious steel beast.

When drums were heard, fanatics from all over the city cried out.

Like a new kingdom, the next second is coming.

Even the people of the city - those who believe in the gods of boxing - can't help but be ashamed and frightened.

First came the news from the South that the Steam Army was in disarray and that the Iron Fist Army was suppressing bad news.

Subsequently, the sky cracked again, becoming clearer and clearer even during the great daytime.

Then, the elite good hands of Red Gold were defeated in the process of surrounding the fanatics.

Now, even Qian Yuan Cheng is shaken, and fanatics can't beat the Iron Fist Army by surprise, not only occupying several strategic locations, but even massacring a large number of Iron Fist masters.

Until this moment, even such a frightening mechanical beast lifted out, the whistle howling, the steam roaring, is an incredibly arrogant challenge to the boxing god. Does the boxing god ignore this?

The six godless people, the faith gradually collapsed, no longer knew exactly what to believe, all curled up in the strongest corners of the house, holding their heads, Cersei trembled.

Even Gus and Gray didn't expect things to go so well.

At first glance, the reign of the Temple of Fist is like a broken house with four sides of the wind, lightly poked or even sneezed, and the broken house collapses on its own.

They can't help but envision, perhaps without going to the South, that mechanics and steam can occupy Dry Won City, turning this place into “the weakest place under the rule of boxing gods" to meet the needs of the mysterious demon Lu Dust.

But Lu was always silent.

It tumbled in a steam ball, lying quietly behind Gus, as if to ignore the mechanical and steam teachings in Qianyuan City, and simply fell asleep.

Ro Xinglong reached the peak of his life.

The fanatical call sign of the followers around him, the strong vibration of the steam cannon and the burning steam, all gave him the illusion that he and the steam cannon had merged into an unbeatable steel giant.

The metal giant wheel slowly crushed the body of the Iron Fist Army like a grinding disc, and the rulers of Yangwei turned into meat sauce and rotten mud. The blood of a scarlet was like a thousand arrows, pointing to the same target - the temple of Qianyuan City.

“Come on! The Temple of Fist is right up ahead! ”

Ro Xinglong waved a battle flag consisting of gear and steam, roaring wildly and pressing the whistle desperately.

Seven or eight hundred meters from the temple, he couldn't wait to fire a cannon.

Boom!

The roar of a steam cannon is more than a hundred times louder than a regular steam bomb. Even if the fanatics around them were ready to plug their ears with cotton and cloth strips, they would still be shocked by the look of Venus, numbness in their scalp, and there seemed to be something wet in their ears - blood or brains!

The steam cannon has a range of 7,800 meters.

But at such a limit, it is not natural to say anything at all.

A huge solid bullet drew a fierce arc in the middle of the sky, close but just in the right direction, rubbing the main building of the temple of boxing over, smashing the bungalows next to it, jumping a few times, smashing several carriages into pieces.

Seeing a steam cannon has such a powerful power, the fanatics naturally have yet another strange cry of ghosts and wolves.

They were convinced that one more shot would definitely hit the target.

Ro Xinglong doesn't care either.

Above the steam cannon, transported in secret by the steam army of the south, the most precious aiming equipment can be counted accurately to shoot hundreds of rounds.

The first shot was just a test shot to adjust the ballistics.

As the distance grew closer and dragged from 7,800 meters to 3,400 meters, Rohingyu was convinced that the second gun would definitely hit him.

A statue of the Fist God also stands in front of the Temple of Fist.

Though not as large as the magnificent statue of the soaring cloud outside the city, it is also visible to all in the city, quite eye-catching.

By smashing this statue into pieces, you should be able to completely dismantle the Iron Fist Army's intentions and reverse the people's beliefs, throw them into the arms of the True God, and come out to support the Steam Army?

Ro Xinglong thought so beautifully.

He urged the gunmen behind him to load, burn, pressurize, blow the angry steam into the high-pressure vault behind the barrel.

He squeezed his eyes and stared at the statue in front of the temple as if it were close by.

And then he sees, behind the statue, slowly rising a man!