After spending half a year together, he had already figured out Lei Zongchao's temper.
This former 'Martial God' hated it the most when others treated him as a supreme expert that stood high above everyone else. They had to be subservient and respectful to him.
Instead, he hoped that everyone would forget his identity. At most, they would treat him as a retired veteran, or an old teacher who had been teaching and answering questions for his entire life and could still play a part in the future.
Of course, Meng Chao truly loved the old man's body.
No one knew better than him how weak Battle God Lei Zongchao was.
When Meng Chao gained a deep understanding of the battles he had gone through over the decades and the injuries he suffered, he realized that if someone else had suffered such injuries, they would have been enough to defeat ten Deity Realm superhumans.
And Lei Zongchao knew that he did not have much time left. Not only did he not focus on recuperating, he dragged his disintegrating body to cultivate and work even harder. He poured all his experience, blood, sweat, and strength into Meng Chao, the people in Battle God Palace, and the children in Dragon City.
It was as if he wanted to release the last of his light and heat before the fire of his life was completely extinguished, so as to illuminate the path of more people.
"Meng Chao, you came back at the right time. Look at the new martial art I've created!"
Lei Zongchao regulated his breathing and used all his strength to push Meng Chao away. He put on a very stiff and strange posture.
Every stroke was like a robot doing radio calisthenics.
Although he didn't fall this time, the feeling of paralysis was even stronger.
"What martial art is this?" Meng Chao was a little dumbfounded.
"Mechanical Martial Path."
"Over the past half a year, the Red Dragon Army, hunters, and colonists have been chasing after the remnants of the monsters in Monster Mountain Range. Even though we've been winning all the battles and gained a lot of rewards, we've also lost quite a lot of people. Many of them died, and even more of them were injured or disabled, right?"
"That's right." Meng Chao's expression was a little dejected.
Even though the war over the past half a year could be said to have been unstoppable and unstoppable, it was much smoother than the end of the Monster War in his previous life.
But there were always casualties in war.
This was especially so in the depths of Monster Mountain Range, where the roads were bumpy, the air was hot, the pests were everywhere, and the spirit energy magnetic field interference was incredibly strong.
Even if the humans had absolute control over the skies, could use tens of thousands of cannons to open up a path, and could even burn one mountain after another into scorched earth.
In the end, they couldn't stop the rising number of casualties.
An inch of land, an inch of blood.
Every inch of living space in Dragon City was bought with the blood of martyrs.
"The victims have gone to sleep, but the surviving soldiers who are heavily wounded and have lost part of their limbs may not be willing to quit the battlefield forever. Many of them still want to continue fighting after being fitted with mechanical prosthetics."
Lei Zongchao explained, "Compared to the original flesh and blood of humans, the materials of mechanical prosthetics can be infinitely strengthened. It can also be equipped with various combat modules and has hundreds of different uses. It is a very powerful weapon.
"However, the current simulated neural current technology and human-computer interaction technology are still unable to increase the level of the human brain's control of mechanical prosthetics to the point where they can move their limbs as if they were their own arms.
"Also, the mechanical prosthetics don't have spirit meridians, which means that the mechanical prosthetics can't create spirit energy magnetic fields and execute all sorts of amazing skills. They can't bring out the strongest power of superhumans.
"Many martial artists with extraordinary skills usually can't continue their original martial artist path after they're heavily injured and lose a part of their limbs. Even if they replace them with powerful mechanical prosthetics, they can only specialize as a gunner or a machinist.
"Even if they are still martial artists, they can only walk down the path of the gun fighting style or the machine armor style. Their fighting strength is greatly reduced.
"As the scale of the war continued to increase, I saw that there were more and more injured people in the superhuman circle. That's why I've been thinking about developing a mechanical martial art to open up a brand new path for the superhumans who are equipped with mechanical prosthetics."
'I see.'
Lei Zongchao was not cultivating for himself.
Instead, he was working hard to create a brand new martial art for the injured and disabled superhumans.
Meng Chao was filled with respect again.
"Let's not talk about this for now."
Lei Zongchao practiced a few more moves, but he seemed to have run into a problem that he could not figure out for the time being. He waved his hand and sat down at the edge of the large medical cabin. He looked at Meng Chao and said with a smile, "How is it? Did your sister's registration go smoothly?"
"It went quite smoothly," Meng Chao said.
"In any case, she's much better than I was in the past."
"I heard that your sister broke the Stairway to Heaven record that Wang Dao maintained for a few years, and she broke it twenty seconds ahead of time!"
Lei Zongchao said with a grin. "Once it's winter break, if you have time, you can bring her here and spar with the people outside. You can crush their arrogance so that they won't think that Battle God Palace is something amazing!"
This was the Battle God's intention to personally guide Bai Jiacao.
Meng Chao was delighted, and he quickly expressed his gratitude on his sister's behalf.
"It's what I should do. Even if it's not your sister, any child of Dragon City who can break Wang Dao's record is worthy of an old man like me helping them."
Lei Zongchao continued asking, "Also, have you delivered the beginner martial arts data chips I asked you to give to the children in the lair?"
"I've delivered them. I guarantee that all the children under the age of sixteen in the lair will have all of them."
When he mentioned this, Meng Chao could not help but make a sarcastic comment. "Master Lei, you said that you want to light up the children's martial arts path, and that's a good thing, but you spent a total of three months to create seven sets of basic cultivation methods based on their malnutrition and deformed bodies. You've already racked your brains and poured your blood, sweat, and tears into them. Why did you need to personally sign each and every data chip?
"Alright, even if it's to encourage the children, you personally signed the Battle God's name to prove your great expectations.
"But you also asked me for a list of all the children in the lair and personally wrote each child's name along with a message that was different for each person. You wrote it for an entire day and night.
"It's not like you don't know your body's condition. Was there a need for you to do this?"
"Since I wanted to do it, of course I had to do it to the best of my abilities. Otherwise, I could have put the cultivation textbooks and videos online and let the children download them on their own. Why would I need to trouble you to make the trip?"
Lei Zongchao first smiled, then he sighed. "The lair is in such a foul state. Many of the children grew up in a deformed and ugly environment with all sorts of people mixed together. Jin Wanhao is responsible for this, the nine great mega corporations are responsible, and I am also largely responsible for it.
"I can't change the past. I just hope that at the end of my life, I can … correct all the mistakes I've made over the past few decades.
"An autograph alone isn't enough to show my sincerity, and it's not enough to make the children who have always been neglected realize their unique value.
"Meng Chao, it hasn't been long since you left your teenage years behind. Let me ask you, if you were to go back ten years and you received a cultivation chip with my personal signature with a solemn message written on it, 'Meng Chao, good luck. I saw your cultivation potential', how would you feel?"
Meng Chao thought about it and said, "I would definitely be so happy that I would jump up and smash a hole in the ceiling of my house. Then, I would cultivate with all my might so that I wouldn't let you down. No matter how hard it was, how tired I was, and how much I wanted to slack off, the moment I saw your handwritten message, I would immediately be full of energy!"
"That's right. Honestly, people are all the same. Everyone has a head on their shoulders. No one is born with three heads and six arms. There's no way there's a huge difference in cultivation talent.
Lei Zongchao said. "Everyone has talent. It all depends on how you stimulate it. My signature alone might be able to stimulate 50% of the children's cultivation talent, but if I give each child a different name and a different message, the children will think that I know each of them and that I've specially created these basic martial arts for them. This unique treatment might be able to stimulate 120% of their cultivation talent.
"There are plenty of children in the lair. As long as eight or ten of them can stimulate 120% of their cultivation talent, my hard work over the past day and night wouldn't have been in vain, don't you think?"
It was only then that Meng Chao understood Lei Zongchao's good intentions.
He could not help but respect the former Battle God even more.
Then, he remembered his conversation with Su Mulian.
'If Ms. Mulian can really extend the Battle God's life by five to ten years and let him take control of the overall situation in Dragon City, then gather all the fighting forces in the nine great mega corporations together, this invincible fist will definitely crush the apocalypse!'
While Lei Zongchao chatted with Meng Chao, he thought about it. He seemed to have figured out the joints that had been in the way just now. He stood up again and put on a stiff posture to develop his machine martial arts.
When Meng Chao saw that half of his body was paralyzed and knew that it was not real, he could not help but say, "Master Lei, you need to rest!"
"What I don't need right now is rest."
While Lei Zongchao gestured, he smiled and said, "In any case, before long, I'll be able to rest forever. Why should I be in a hurry?"
Meng Chao had nothing to say to that.
He also knew that this seemingly relaxed and easygoing old man was someone that even nine Apocalyptic Beasts could not stop when he became stubborn.
He could only think about it and use his own method to reduce Lei Zongchao's workload.
"Master Lei, if you really want to develop a brand new martial art for the disabled's mechanical prosthetics, I have a rather immature idea here."
Meng Chao gestured with a strange stance and said, "Go back to the medical cabin first and see what I think of this."
His limbs moved in the opposite direction of his joints.
The joints all over his body emitted explosive crackling sounds.
He was not as rigid as a zombie. Instead, he started jumping around strangely like a marionette.
Of course, this was not a move he created himself.
Instead, it was a move that he remembered from the memories of his previous life. It was a move that the skeleton soldiers summoned by necromancers and liches often used.
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