Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

As soon as Meng Chuan finished speaking, Prince Fu and the others were all stunned.

Why would 200,000 Green Gang warriors produce 300,000 sets of "Predator" armor?

Everyone was puzzled, but no one questioned it.

They had long since developed a tacit understanding of unconditional obedience to Meng Chuan's orders.

Moreover, according to the Green Gang's tradition, during wartime, everyone must unconditionally obey all the leader's orders.

"it is good!"

Prince Fu immediately agreed, his eyes resolute:

"I will immediately order the production line to be adjusted to prioritize the mass production of the battle armor, and strive to produce 300,000 sets within three months!"

Meng Chuan nodded slightly, but he had deeper considerations in his heart.

Only Meng Chuan knew that there were 100,000 artificial warriors inside the mothership.

These artificial warriors, clad in armor, are even stronger than most of the Green Gang's top fighters.

The following morning, a dense crowd of people spread out like a tide on the training grounds of the Mars base.

One hundred thousand Green Gang members, who had been enhanced by life energy liquid, wore uniform "Predator" armor.

They stood in perfect formation, exuding an imposing aura.

The sunlight shone on them, illuminating their young yet resolute faces, creating a breathtaking scene.

Standing on the high platform, looking down at the crowd below, Meng Chuan felt no sense of pride, but rather a heavy heart.

These are all vibrant lives, guardians of the earth, and the future of the Green Gang.

But the battle to come is destined to be a fierce one, with no clear winner. How many of them will survive?

Meng Chuan took a deep breath and stepped forward. There was no amplification equipment, but his voice still carried clearly throughout the entire venue.

"Bros!"

The entire room fell silent instantly, and all eyes were on Meng Chuan.

"I know that some of you were once ordinary citizens, some were chivalrous heroes, and some were soldiers. But now, you all share a common identity—guardians of the Earth!"

Those who can join the Green Gang's Battle Hall are definitely not ordinary people.

Meng Chuan's voice was powerful and resonant, carrying a penetrating force:

"In less than six months, a super civilization from the planet Karen will arrive on Mars. Their goal is to destroy us, to destroy Earth!"

"We have no way out; behind us are our homes and our families!"

Meng Chuan suddenly raised his voice:

"I can't guarantee that everyone will live to see victory, but I can guarantee that as long as I, Meng Chuan, am alive, I will never let the enemy set foot on Mars! Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid!"

One hundred thousand voices exploded like thunder, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Everyone's eyes burned with fighting spirit, showing no sign of backing down.

In the last battle, the troupe leader took the lead.

They were deeply disappointed that they could not participate in that battle.

This time, I can fight alongside the troupe leader one more time. Even if I die, it will be worth it!

Meng Chuan felt a warmth in his heart, suppressed his surging emotions, and said in a deep voice:

"Alright! From today onwards, we will train through combat! Each group of one thousand will take turns fighting against me and Number 1! Remember, this is not an exercise, but a rehearsal for a life-or-death battle! Only those who hone their skills in real combat will survive on the battlefield!"

After saying that, he jumped off the platform, with No. 1 following closely behind.

Meng Chuan had already wrapped No. 1's claws with a special alloy and then used his mental power to give No. 1 the command to "prevent fatal attacks".

He wanted training, not killing.

"First group, step forward!"

At Meng Chuan's command, a thousand Green Gang members quickly formed ranks, armed with energy weapons, and surrounded Meng Chuan and Number 1.

Prince Fu, Prince Bi, and others on the high platform all looked worried.

These people have all been enhanced.

Moreover, with the Predator Armor on his body, wouldn't it be too risky for Meng Chuan to fight two against a thousand?

Meng Chuan smiled slightly and gave Number 1 a look.

The next second, the two of them shot into the crowd like arrows released from a bow!

Meng Chuan fights without wearing a mecha, relying solely on his physical body and mental strength.

Mental energy transformed into an invisible barrier, blocking the incoming energy attacks.

The "qi" within his body is concentrated in his fists, and each punch is accompanied by a sound of air being cut, easily knocking away a powerful person.

Meng Chuan deliberately controlled his power, injuring but not crippling, yet enough to render his opponent incapable of fighting.

Number 1, on the other hand, was like a nimble cheetah, its wings flapping to create gusts of wind, its tail sweeping precisely at the enemy's joints.

Those she touched all screamed and fell to the ground, but none of them suffered fatal injuries.

Although she remained wild, she had undergone a month of training with Meng Chuan.

The two had long been able to work together seamlessly.

On the battlefield, screams and the clanging of metal echoed everywhere, but the situation was one-sidedly one of crushing defeat.

Those who were strengthened to the point of being comparable to a one-star general were as fragile as children in front of Meng Chuan (a three-star general) and Number 1.

In just twenty minutes, the first group of one thousand men were all "killed in action".

Lying on the ground, panting heavily, he looked at Meng Chuan and Number 1 with eyes full of awe.

"Next group!"

Meng Chuan's voice was loud and clear, showing no signs of fatigue.

Group 2, Group 3, Group 4...

One group after another of the Green Gang's strongmen rushed up, and another group after another "fell down".

Meng Chuan and Number 1, like tireless war gods, weaved through the crowd, their movements becoming faster and their tacit understanding deepening.

Meng Chuan's mental strength became increasingly refined during the intense battles, and his control over "qi" became more proficient.

Number 1, while displaying a more composed demeanor during battle, reacted to Meng Chuan's commands more quickly.

As the sun set, all 100,000 powerful warriors finally "fell in battle".

The training ground was filled with people lying haphazardly, but no one complained; instead, their eyes gleamed with excitement.

In this "crushing defeat," they clearly felt the gap between themselves and the strong, and also saw the direction for improvement.

Meng Chuan raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but actually turned to look at Prince Fu, Prince Bi, Blood Rakshasa, Zhan Yi, and the others on the high platform, a smile playing on his lips:

“Fu Wang, Bi Wang, Xue Luosha, Zhan Yi, Zhan San, Zhan Qi, you lot, do you want to come up and ‘have some fun’?”

Meng Chuan still felt somewhat unsatisfied.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people on the high platform changed drastically.

They had initially thought that quantitative change could lead to qualitative change.

But the scene of Meng Chuan and Number 1 "crushing" 100,000 strong people was still fresh in their minds, and they didn't want to go up there to "get beaten up".

"No...is that alright?"

Zhan Yi spoke first, his voice tinged with a hint of horror.

He had personally witnessed how sharp Number 1's claws were; even when they were wrapped, the force was still beyond his ability to withstand.

Meng Chuan didn't give them a chance to refuse. His eyes narrowed, and he gave the order to Number 1:

"kill!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed towards the platform.

Number 1 flapped its wings and followed closely behind.

Prince Fu and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they all stood up to fight.

Bi Wang and Xue Luosha circulated their spiritual power, their "qi" intertwining with their spiritual power to form an invisible aura.

Zhan Yi activated his Level 3 mech, the silver-gray armor gleaming coldly, his fists clenched tightly.

Although Prince Fu was old, he was not to be outdone. His "qi" surged, and he rushed forward like an arrow.

"Well done!"

Meng Chuan shouted and his fist collided with the palm of the Prince of Fu.

"boom--!"