Douluo: I founded the mecha tribe and I am the king of mecha battles!

Chapter 95: A rough comparison of the cultivation levels of the Machine Beast Clan and the Douluo Plane

Chen Zhou spoke calmly, as if discussing a perfectly ordinary matter. However, the Golden Claw God sensed a hint of cold murderous intent in his words. He nodded slightly and replied respectfully, "Yes, my lord. I will immediately arrange for personnel to handle the matter and notify General Huo Wuji."

Chen Zhou waved his hand, signaling the Golden Claw God to retreat. The Golden Claw God's figure vanished from the room like a phantom, leaving Chen Zhou alone standing by the window, gazing deeply into the distance.

The sky over Donghai City remained clear, the sun shone brightly on the glass facades of the skyscrapers. However, beneath this bustling city, undercurrents surged, with various factions secretly vying for control. Chen Zhou knew that while he had established a firm foothold in this land, the real challenge had only just begun.

"Tang Sect. Spiritual Pagoda. Shrek Academy."

Chen Zhou murmured softly, his eyes full of disdain.

Victory comes from the unexpected, and unity comes from the right.

This piece of cake has been divided among these guys for so many years, so naturally they don't want their interests to be cut, especially these shameless forces who claim to be righteous but secretly engage in shameful activities. Chen Zhou sneered, his heart filled with contempt for these so-called "reputable and upright factions."

"Since you are unwilling to give up this piece of cake, don't blame me for being rude."

Chen Zhou turned and walked to his desk, picking up a document detailing the movements and resource distribution of the major forces in East Sea City. His eyes quickly scanned the document, and his mind began to formulate his next plan.

The soul guide market is Chenzhou's current main focus, but relying solely on the research and development and promotion of soul guides is not enough for him to gain a firm foothold in this land. He needs more chips, more trump cards.

"The Golden Claw God."

Chen Zhou called softly, and the figure of the Golden Claw God appeared in the room again.

"My Lord, what are your orders?"

The Golden Claw God asked respectfully.

"Notify Huo Wuji and have him expedite the integration of the small chambers of commerce. At the same time, activate Project Shadow, led by the Thunder Tribe, with patrols from the Armored Beast Tribe providing support. I want to master Donghai City's underground intelligence network in the shortest possible time."

"I want to turn the East China Sea region into an iron barrel."

"As for the reaction from the East Sea Legion, we can share some of the intelligence we learned from the Tang Sect spies with them."

Chen Zhou's tone was calm, but the Golden Claw God sensed a hint of undeniable authority in it. He immediately nodded and said, "Yes, my lord. I'll make the arrangements right away."

The Golden Claw God disappeared again, and Chen Zhou continued to flip through the documents in his hand, constantly deducing the future situation in his mind. He knew that although Donghai City seemed calm on the surface, the struggle behind the scenes never stopped.

But so what?
With the East Sea Legion and the Mecha Chamber of Commerce joining forces, no matter whether it is the family that has lived here for hundreds or thousands of years, or the high and mighty city lord, in the face of absolute strength, they can only bow their heads and act like ostriches.

Revolt?

Then the price is death!

Based on his current strength, Chen Zhou is fully capable of having his seat at the table for dinner.

It is difficult to define the relative levels of the mechanical beast clan and the soul power cultivation levels of the Douluo plane.

The general combat level of the Mecha Tribe is around level 2 to 6, which is equivalent to the soul master level of three-ring soul master to five-ring soul king.
Some mechas can upgrade their core to the level of pioneer, raising their combat level to level 7~9, which is equivalent to the soul master cultivation level of six-ring soul emperor to seven-ring soul saint.

As the backbone of the Mecha Tribe, once created, their combat level reaches level 12. Through subsequent training and upgrades, they can reach level 18, which is equivalent to the god-level combat power of an eight-ring Soul Douluo.

According to Huo Wuji, he is currently at level 18 and is fully capable of sensing the specific situation of the entire world. The only ones who can compete with him are two guys who are hiding very deeply but are in poor condition.

As for the highest level of the Mechanoids, at levels 19 and 20, they completely transcended the boundaries of this plane. According to the War King Order and the feedback from the Primordial Energy Amethyst, if powerful "King" Mechanoids were summoned in this plane, their power would naturally be suppressed. It wasn't the rules of this world that were suppressing them; they weren't worthy.

Rather, it is difficult for this world to provide such a huge amount of pure energy for the original energy amethyst to create.

The only problem that currently troubles Chen Zhou is the improvement of the combat level of the mecha tribe.

According to the information in the War King's Order, the mecha tribe once improved themselves by fighting each other and devouring the energy of their opponents.

However, the world was destroyed and wandering in endless time and space, and many functions of the original energy amethyst and the War King's Order had long been lost and damaged.

This is also the reason why Chenzhou wants to obtain the Spirit Ascension Platform.

He had a hunch that as long as he obtained the Soul Ascension Platform, or even as long as he could decipher the core technology within it, his War King Order would definitely be able to grant the mecha warriors the ability to kill enemies, absorb energy, and enhance themselves!

At that time, he will bring all the surrounding planes under his command and become nutrients to provide him with the opportunity to continue his journey through time and space to seek the door to truth.
Under the vast sky, the empty training ground was like an endless wasteland. It was silent all around, with only the wind blowing up dust, as if humming an ancient war song.

The black-haired young man stood in the center of the field, his figure slender as a pine tree, a dignified air between his brows. His eyes were as deep as a cold pond, reflecting the setting sun in the sky, as if they contained endless sharpness.

Across from them, a burly man with long purple hair stood tall, like an unshakable mountain. His hair cascaded down like a waterfall, dancing gently in the wind, its purple strands gleaming with a mysterious sheen in the afterglow of the setting sun. His body was as massive as an iron tower, his muscles bulging, and every inch of his skin seemed to hold explosive power.

The air between them seemed frozen, a chilling atmosphere permeating the air. The wind, sensing this invisible pressure, died silently, leaving even the dust suspended in mid-air, daring not to settle.

In the world, the only sounds were the breathing of the two people, as heavy and powerful as war drums.

The boy's clothes swayed gently in the breeze, like a lone leaf swaying in the cold wind.

The big man's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sinister smile. His palms slowly clenched, and his knuckles made a "crackling" sound, as if announcing the coming storm.

The setting sun cast its afterglow over the two men, stretching their shadows like two swords about to clash. It was as if they were the only two left in the universe, facing each other, staring at each other, each waiting for the fatal blow.

The wind picked up again, bringing a hint of coolness, as if reminding them of the impending showdown. The young man's black hair fluttered in the wind like a banner in the darkness, proclaiming his unyielding resolve and determination. The large man's purple hair danced in the wind like a purple flame, burning with his fighting spirit and arrogance.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and only a murderous atmosphere filled the air between heaven and earth.

"Be careful! My Lord!"

Faced with his master's request, Zi Kai agreed to be a sparring partner without any hesitation.

Chen Zhou looked focused. Zi Kai, who had a combat level of 16, was equivalent to a Super Douluo above level 95. But in fact, whether it was fighting experience or strength, endurance, and defense, he far surpassed enemies of the same level.

The feeling of oppression is self-evident!

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