Volume 10 – Chapter 19: Combat Power (Part 2)
But not long after Sun Xiaosheng left, the black coal in the incinerator suddenly cracked open.
“Since I was burned in Chang’an that year, I haven’t been roasted by fire for a long time.”
He moved his neck. Just as when he was planning the next move, there was a sudden crack in the space around him. Oda, dressed in black and wearing a hat, frowned and walked out.
Dong Zhuo saw how damaged Oda’s clothes were. The weapon named Onikiri was gripped tightly in Oda’s hand. Dong Zhuo squinted and laughed, “It seems that you aren’t doing well, the Great Devil of the 6th Heaven.”
Oda snorted, still seemingly dissatisfied.
Dong Zhuo said calmly, “The Great Devil of the 6th Heaven, don’t be discouraged. If protecting this city involves the transaction of that place, even if we come out in full force, we won’t be able to stir up any trouble here. Not just us, everyone and everything is minute in the face of his existence.”
Oda said solemnly, “How can we achieve transcendence!?”
Dong Zhuo turned around and left, “Of course, it is to find the answer to this challenge.”
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The maid just bought some fresh ingredients from the supermarket, and the seafood was fresh. The maid did a pretty good job in processing the unique shrimps in the kitchen.
But at this moment, a crack appeared on the table. A chain slowly crawled out of the crack, like well-behaved as a pet. It finally climbed onto the maid’s hand and then wrapped around her wrist.
The chain then slowly loosened from the maid’s wrist, retreated the same way it came, and disappeared.
“Do you need help?”
Boss Luo walked in with a small pot of mint. This was one of the potted plants planted in front of the lobby counter, growing at an unreasonable rate. After the mint leaves were harvested, they would grow back the next day. It was an everyday item that the boss and the maid used for bartending and cooking.
“Um… Master, can you heat the oil?”
“Are you going to make fried shrimp?”
You Ye whispered at this moment, “Master, there are Transcendeds attempting to take away that spiritual vein in your house.”
As for the result, Boss Luo didn’t care too much because it was an established fact that nothing could take away the spiritual vein.
Luo Qiu looked at the bubbles slowly emerging from the golden oil in the pot and suddenly joked, “The gap between two spaces – the transcended side and the scientific side. Speaking of which, the transcended side has varying strength levels and annotations. For example, the divine power system, the daoist circle, the levels distinguishing the demon beast race. But there seems to be no strict definition on the scientific side?”
You Ye blinked and said curiously, “Master, are you going to grade the scientific division? How?”
Boss Luo brainstormed, “How about we grade the scientific side based on power alone? But, there’s a distinction between genetic modification and other means to obtain the equivalent transcended power. For example, there’s Prometheus, a man-made species. In addition, people with superpowers like Mo Xiaofei who have developed their brain domain should fail in the science category. After all, the research development of the brain domain seems to have started since World War II.”
“So, should the armed forces also be counted?” You Ye began to extend the master’s new definition.
“Then, let’s grade the kinetic energy generated by the most basic handgun bullet as the benchmark for LV1. Then, we extend the threshold based on the comparison with those in similar power levels.”
Thinking of this, Boss Luo suddenly had an idea. Recalling some of his childhood thoughts, he smiled and said, “At the end, we can classify both Transcendence’s side and Science’s side into combat power. For example, the combat power of an ordinary person equipped with a hunting rifle can be defined as “5.” On the other hand, the common demon beast that has just entered adulthood has a combat power of ’50’ or something… En, the oil temperature is just fine now.”
“Let me do it.” The maid smiled slightly, submerged the peeled shrimp with powder, and put it in the sizzling oil.
In an open-air cafe in the distance, Lluvia nodded towards Song Haoran at the same time.
Song Haoran, who was reading the newspaper, folded the newspaper and said, “With this, there is only one target left. Are you ready?”
Lluvia nodded and said, “I have got the ticket for the theater tonight.”
Lluvia smiled and nodded slightly.
