Host, Please Stay, You've Hung Up

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Chapter 212 Hand-made Hydrogen-Oxygen Bomb

At this time, it was about thirty miles to the southeast.

"Hehe, it feels so good to crush newbies. I wonder which unlucky one will be this time."

A man gave a wicked smile.

This person is named Liu Bojun, the great-grandson of the chieftain of a small faction on the planet West oqw55.

Strength at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

She's usually no match for the family's pride and is always getting bullied.

During a simulated combat exercise, he tormented people from other planets, and the exhilarating feeling captivated him.

As someone who is often abused in daily life, he now finds himself able to abuse others, and he becomes addicted to this pleasure.

However, he was only a disciple of a small faction, and he only had one chance to engage in simulated combat each week.

Therefore, in every simulated combat, he would slowly torture his opponent to satisfy his perverted psychology.

Liu Bojun took out a large number of magical artifacts and talismans and clipped them to his waist.

It's all about using a single powerful weapon to crush the enemy.

Soon, he heard noises coming from afar.

"Hey, the prey has come to our door."

Liu Bojun smiled cruelly, picked up his sword, and charged forward.

The moment we met.

Without saying a word, Liu Bojun threw out a large number of talismans.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The sound of explosions was incessant.

Mo Chen on the opposite side quickly dodged.

But that person was throwing talismans around like they were free, frantically throwing them away.

This meant that Mo Chen had no chance to get close at all.

Without hesitation, he tossed over his last remaining integrated circuit talisman.

However, the results were less than satisfactory.

"Hahaha, integrated circuit talismans? What era are these? There are still people using them!"

Liu Bojun looked at the thing Mo Chen threw at him and laughed.

"You're such a bumpkin! Here, take this treasure!"

Liu Bojun grinned and tossed out a quantum talisman.

"Warning: Quantum strike detected, range one kilometer. Host, take evasive action as soon as possible."

Mo Chen immediately fled.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the area within one kilometer was transformed into a quantum state. Due to the lack of force field constraints and the presence of the observer, it quickly entered a quantum collapse.

"If you're not dead, make a sound. I haven't had enough fun yet."

Liu Bojun looked arrogant.

On the other side.

Mo Chen looked aggrieved. No wonder the homeroom teacher said they would be abused. If it were anyone else, the result would indeed be the same.

There's no way to fight them.

The two sides are worlds apart in terms of their fundamental strengths.

"Damn it, I was originally planning to test my skills on my own first, but you're playing this game with me."

"Since that's the case, I'm not going to be human either! You cheated first! So don't blame me!"

This was completely different from the way cultivators fought in his memory.

"Activate Divine Core Combat Mode!"

"Divine Core Combat Mode activated!"

"Analyze the composition of air!"

In material analysis...

"The air contains 31% oxygen, 68% nitrogen, 0.21% hydrogen, and 0.79% other rare gases."

"Perform material stripping!"

"Form a mixed gas with hydrogen and oxygen in a 1:2 ratio!"

Mo Chen gave the instructions.

"Material stripping in progress..."

Soon, large amounts of oxygen began to accumulate in his left hand, and large amounts of hydrogen began to accumulate in his right hand.

As he kneaded, an unstable mixture of gases grew larger and larger.

"If I weren't only at the Qi Refining stage, I would definitely make a nuclear bomb for you to taste!"

Mo Chen stopped engaging in close combat with him.

You like using talismans to suppress things, huh? Well, I'll treat you to a hydrogen-oxygen explosion!

"Bomb it!"

A large mass of gas, constrained by a miniature force field, sped toward Liu Bojun.

On the other side, Liu Bojun's eyes widened in disbelief. What was going on? How could a mere Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator conjure up a hydrogen-oxygen bomb with his bare hands?!

He wasn't stupid; he knew how powerful this thing was, so he quickly ran away.

But the gas cloud that Ke Mochen rubbed out was too big.

It's so big that even if he had two legs, he couldn't escape the blast radius.

They were still affected by the edge of the explosion.

"boom!"

A huge mushroom cloud rises on this planet.

"Cough cough, we've run into a tough opponent. It's definitely someone from a major power who's come out to train."

Liu Bojun spat out the mud in his mouth, his blood surging through his body.

This explosion was extremely painful for him; he was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and this attack was no less powerful than a missile bombardment.

"Damn it, at most I use talismans to bully people, but he likes to use technology to crush people, huh?"

Liu Bojun was quite knowledgeable; he didn't believe that someone in the Qi Refining stage could conjure hydrogen-oxygen bombs by hand, so he must be carrying high technology.

"Again!"

The sound was heard but no one saw it; another hydrogen-oxygen bomb was launched.

"Dry!"

Liu Bojun immediately avoided the situation.

"I told you to dodge! I told you to use talismans!"

Mo Chen continuously handcrafted hydrogen-oxygen bombs for bombing.

"boom!"

"boom!"

......

Mushroom clouds continued to rise.

Liu Bojun was left delirious from the explosion, and his spiritual energy was almost completely depleted.

"Wormhole Movement Technique!"

Mo Chen leaped through space to appear behind this person and pierced his heart with a sword.

Liu Bojun's eyes were filled with resentment, blood continuously flowing from his mouth as he slowly uttered a few words: "Too...despicable..."

His body quickly dissipated into a quantum state.

"The mimicry practice has ended. Congratulations on your victory. Your score is increased by one."

As the mechanical sound disappeared, his body also dissipated into a quantum state.

Consciousness, protected by a certain force, returns to its original form.

Planet oqw55.

A certain place.

A man emerged from the device, cursing, "This is outrageous! This is outrageous! With this kind of technology, why bother with real combat!"

I originally wanted to torture someone to relax, but I ended up being tortured instead.

However, the person who possesses such technological means must be backed by a powerful force, which I cannot afford to offend, so I can only swallow my anger.

Hmph, I'll let it go this time. I'll get my revenge on others in the next real battle.

Water Blue Star.

Mo Chen slowly opened his eyes and stepped out of the force field device.

The homeroom teacher clapped his hands as he watched Mo Chen emerge last.

"Alright, all battles are now over. Report on your battle results."

The crowd looked grim as they gradually revealed the outcome of the battle.

Yes, without exception, they were all defeated.

Moreover, it was a crushing defeat; they were humiliated from beginning to end.

However, when Mo Chen revealed his results, the homeroom teacher was somewhat surprised, as according to past practice, it was basically a complete wipeout.

He didn't ask about the process in detail. No one in this world cares about your process; the result is the only truth.

It could be good luck, or it could be that the opponent was weak.

But he had said before that luck is also a part of ability.

"After today's mimicry practice, I believe you have all gained some insights. From now on, you will have one mimicry practice every month. Winning one will add 10 points to your final grade, while participation will only account for 40% of the final grade."

If you don't get a total score of 60 by the end of your first semester of high school, you should prepare to fail and repeat the year.

The homeroom teacher announced.

Actually, the promotion requirements are quite lenient. A perfect score of 40 points in the daily practice section is enough for 12 months a year, which translates to 12 simulated combat sessions. (Note: In this world, there is one semester per year.)

You won't fail if you win two out of twelve games.

If you can't even win this, then failing the course is your own fault.