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Chapter 36

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In the ancient sea of sand dunes, the wreckage of spaceships abandoned during thousands of years of interstellar travel was everywhere. This was also the source of most of Tatooine's machinery. The farmers of the Moisture Farm relied on the recycling machinery provided by the Javas to maintain the production of agricultural products.

Tatooine was a planet built on garbage and crime. The criminal syndicate controlled by Jabba the Hutt and the trade circle of the Moisture Farm constituted all of the social elements here. This remote and desolate planet was a paradise for thieves, liars, and robbers. But ironically, this planet had the influence to overthrow the Galactic Regime.

The biggest source of supply for the second-hand repair shop opened by Chen Ang was this sea of sand. The slow and stupid Javas provided the parts and materials he needed. This was a magical place. For Chen Ang, it was an untapped treasure trove.

Tens of thousands of technological products were buried under the sand dunes. They came from at least a hundred different civilizations. All kinds of unimaginable technologies were dazzling. Anti-gravity engines could be seen everywhere in this place, and they were cheap civilian products.

The scavengers on Tatooine had said that someone had once picked up a gravity well projector that could create a gravitational pull comparable to a planet's gravity. It was said that there was also a military hyperdrive, which was a fatal attraction to Chen Ang.

"Teacher, look here!" A red electronic eye floated in front of Anakin. He staggered on a silver plate and pointed at a blurry red dot on the screen of the electronic eye.

This kind of old electronic eye was usually used on old robots. It had performance comparable to large radars and sonars on Earth, and its accuracy was even better. Chen Ang had modified one to search for items buried under the sand dunes. The gravel is mobile, and nothing of value is exposed to the air.

A tentacle-like robot snake wiggled agilely and burrowed into the sand. After a while, it arched out of the sand with a worn-out metal part. It wagged its head and tail and brought it to Chen Ang.

"Not bad. It's an electromagnetic flow auxiliary engine. It should be from one of the airships that crashed," Chen Ang said with some surprise.

"Teacher, will you use it to complete the armor? The red one in your room. "Anakin was obviously obsessed with the pile of test subjects in Chen Ang's room.

Chen Ang furrowed his eyebrows. That Iron Man Armor that he had imitated on a whim was obviously not his masterpiece. Chen Ang had only realized after he had completed it that this kind of weapon, which limited his agility, was completely useless. Its lethality and resistance were incomparable to the flying robots.

Its defense was also poor. It had no protection against high-temperature, electromagnetic, and energy weapons. Perhaps the metal would be safe, but the people inside would probably be heated and roasted. In a place like Earth, where kinetic weapons were mainly used, it was not the best. In the interstellar era, it was even more obsolete.

Unless an energy shield is installed, it has no practical value, but if there is an energy shield, what is the role of the Iron Man Armor's protective ability? Compared to those flexible combat robots, this armor that hindered of human agility was just of a tin can.

However, this was only his thought. Anakin was attracted by the cool appearance of the toy, and he could not forget about it.

"Anakin, Jedi don't know how to use armor." Chen Ang knew how to distract this kid.

As expected, Anakin immediately threw the Iron Man armor to the back of his mind when he heard the word Jedi. He, who had dreamed of the Force since young, had unconsciously imitated the Jedi. His biggest dream was to become an outstanding Jedi. His biggest dream was to become an outstanding Jedi and come back to liberate the slaves of Tatooine.

He held the black handle at his waist excitedly. He was obviously very fond of this weapon that looked like a lightsaber.

"Anakin, fly higher!" Suddenly, Chen Ang's expression darkened. He controlled the silver disc to fly high into the sky. Anakin looked down in confusion. Dozens of Sand Nation wearing thick robes and masks appeared from afar on Bansa Beasts. They approached them in the blink of an eye.

"No!" Anakin shouted on the silver disc. His body struggled violently, trying to get rid of the gravitational beam that was sucking him in. The Sand Nation was a scavenger's nightmare. They would torture and kill every outsider they saw, rob the scavenger's wealth, and cut off their heads to show off their martial arts.

These aliens, hidden in long robes, waved the Garfield Rods in their hands. The sharpened superalloy rod head was enough to tear apart the alloy deck of a spaceship. The Sand Nation would use the toughest metal they could find to make this weapon. It was usually the keel of the spaceship's chassis, and its performance could be said to be indestructible.

Chen Ang raised his eyelids. Unlike the worried and emotional Anakin, his expression was indifferent, as if he did not care at all that he was surrounded.

From afar, a sandman fired a shot at the silver disc floating in the sky. However, Chen Ang had considered the range of the projectile rifles used by the sandmen, so it was impossible for them to hit the silver disc high up in the sky. A Sand Nation riding a bansha beast roared and waved its deadly alloy rod at Chen Ang's head.

There was a buzzing sound, and the white blade of light slashed down diagonally. A scorching white blade light wrapped around Chen Ang's figure as it shot out like lightning. It touched the alloy rod slightly, and the powerful ion blade cut through the superalloy. There was only a faint sound of electric current, and the sandman's head flew into the sky.

The sandman who was charging over shouted angrily. He pulled the reins of the bansha and leaped down from the bansha nimbly before charging toward Chen Ang with big strides. The sturdy sandman in the lead kicked with all his might and leaped up several meters. The alloy rod dipped in poison in his hand smashed toward Chen Ang's head with a strong gust of wind.

The light blade flew like a dragon, and a long river of white light flowed backward, silently sprinkling out a silver glow. The overlapping light and shadow was dazzling, and all that could be seen was a blazing white light. The sandman could not help but close his eyes. Based on the impression in his heart, he waved the blade stick in his hand.

But Chen Ang had already taken a step back and placed the blade of light diagonally in front of the Sand Nation. He watched as the Sand Nation's body fell on the blade of light, and the Sand Nation, along with the spear, was split into two. The alloy rod flew out of his hand and sank into the sand in front of him.

The Sand Nation's body structure was special, and they could often exert extremely powerful strength. They could often climb thousands of meters of cliffs with their bare hands, jump between steep rocks, and dig rock caves for shelter with their bare hands. Even with cold weapons, they were the most terrifying attackers on Tatooine.

But in Chen Ang's hands, their bodies that were as tough as steel were like tofu. Their rubber-like skin was as thin as a piece of paper under the blade of light, and they were split in half with a light stroke.

The Sand Nation wailed in unison and stared angrily at Chen Ang. They gathered together and cooperated with each other, hitting the alloy rod and singing an unknown song. They pressed toward Chen Ang. After losing their companions, they became even more ferocious and calm, trying to put psychological pressure on Chen Ang.

"So noisy." Chen Ang swung the blade of light lightly and looked at the group of fierce Sand Nation. "In the wilderness, the strong are respected! Isn't that the law of survival on Tatooine? "

He tapped the tip of his foot and pounced forward like a ghost. A blazing white blade of light flashed past. Even though the Sand Nation was waving the alloy rod in its hand tightly, it was still left wide open after a light knock by Chen Ang. The blade of light flashed through its body and disappeared.

"Sizzle!" There was a sound of electricity, and a burnt smell came from his wound. The Sand Nation's body was cut in half at the waist, but there was no blood spilling out. The high-energy blade of light sealed his wound and killed him instantly.

Dozens of sandmen pounced on Chen Ang at the same time, screaming shrilly. These mutants were as agile as wild beasts. Their long hunting life had given them rich experience, and they had great teamwork. A few bolts of lightning shot out from their metal rods and wrapped around their bodies as they rushed toward Chen Ang.

Chen Ang held the blade of light in his hand and moved as nimbly as a civet. He raised the blade of light at the first Sand Nation that charged at him, and with a shake of his wrist, he slashed out dozens of light shadows at the same time. The high-speed vibrating blade of light easily cut the Sand Nation and its rod in half.

At the same time, he casually slashed forward with the blade of light twice, blocking the Sand Nation's alloy bladed rod that was thrusting at him. The vibrating force of the blade of light shook off their weapons and slashed horizontally at their waists. Two upper bodies fell diagonally.

Chen Ang pulled back and fired the blaster in his left hand at the chest of a Sand Nation. At the same time, the blade of light in his right hand shot out at the same time. He tiptoed on the alloy rod on the ground and threw it out with a backhand swing, piercing the chest of the Sand Nation that was blocking the particle beam.

The light blade cut through the lightning. Chen Ang tapped the ground lightly with the tip of his foot and soared into the air. In an instant, he swept past the four sandmen bandits who had surrounded him. The light blade transformed into a sword flower and swept across their throats. It was a move from the Heng Mountain Swordsmanship, Returning Wind and Falling Wild Geese. With five or six halos, he put them on the heads of the sandmen.

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