412 The brave fatty, oppressing others with his power
The hall on the second floor had become noisy because of Fatty's sudden attack.
The foreign cultivators 'companions were all awoken by the sudden change and pounced forward in unison.
Their companion had been ambushed by the fatty in front of them and seemed to be seriously injured, so they naturally had to come forward to rescue him.
"A few B * stards, you actually dare to besiege me, you're really looking for death!"
The fat man was slightly apprehensive about the black muzzles, but he wasn't so polite to the alien cultivators who were charging at him.
That fat body didn't have any effect on Fatty's movements at all. On the contrary, it was frighteningly agile.
A non-human cultivator who had rushed in front of the fat man was punched in the stomach by the fat man, and his body was sent flying four or five meters away.
"Crack!"
The foreign cultivator crashed into a table and shattered it into pieces. He knelt on the ground and vomited blood.
Seeing one of their companions being sent flying and spitting blood, the rest of the foreign cultivators were even more furious. They roared and charged at the fat man.
Since it was forbidden to carry weapons in the commercial district, the foreign cultivators could only fight with their bare hands.
In the blink of an eye, two more foreign cultivators arrived in front of the fat man. They swung their huge fists at the fat man.
The two foreign cultivators looked like gray Shar-Pei dogs with wrinkled skin and bulging muscles!
The fist that was as big as a claypot landed on Fatty's body.
The two foreign cultivators 'fists landed on the Fatty's body, but were bounced back.
"Haha, if you want to hurt this fat Lord Fatty's body, you bastards are still too tender!"
The fat man laughed and shook his body, sending the two foreign cultivators flying.
"Your grandpa's Pixiu, your grandpa's Pixiu"
The remaining two foreign cultivators were slapped by the fat man and spat out blood.
In the blink of an eye, the five foreign cultivators who had surrounded the fatty were all sent flying.
It was also at this moment that a clear gunshot rang out in the hall, causing the noisy scene to fall silent.
Xiao Rui, who was wearing black armor, was looking at fatty coldly with a rifle in his hand.
Behind Xiao Rui, there were two guards of the commercial district with sniper rifles. The muzzles were aimed at the vital parts of Fatty's body.
"I advise you not to act rashly, or you'll definitely regret it for the rest of your life!"
As Xiao Rui spoke, he slowly moved closer to fatty, his eyes full of vigilance.
These foreign cultivators were all at level four or five, but none of them were a match for the fatty. This showed how strong he was.
According to Xiao Rui's estimation, this guy was most likely a Lord-tier cultivator!
As the Holy Dragon city's business district's reputation continued to expand, more and more caravans and cultivators appeared here. Occasionally, there would also be Lord-level cultivators.
Compared to ordinary cultivators, the combat power of a Lord-ranked cultivator was too strong, and no one would easily offend them.
However, in the Holy Dragon city's business district, even Lord-level cultivators had to follow the rules here.
As long as they violated the rules here, they would also be punished without any exception!
Some time ago, there was a non-human Overlord cultivator who made trouble in the commercial district and refused to accept punishment.
Although this was the territory of the human race, this foreign cultivator still looked down on human cultivators, thinking that they would not dare to do anything to him.
His words and actions were also extremely arrogant.
Since the other party didn't know how to appreciate his kindness, he could only show his true strength with his own hands!
At the command, more than ten sniper cultivators immediately pulled the trigger, and bullets whistled through the air.
The arrogant foreign cultivator's expression changed immediately after the gunshot. He dodged the bullets in a sorry state.
The power of the sniper rifle was beyond the alien cultivator's expectations. Every shot made his heart tremble.
The foreign cultivator knew very well that he would be seriously injured if he were to be hit by the spear!
Other than the bullets that seemed to have eyes, there was also a group of Holy Dragon City cultivators in black armor who kept attacking the foreign cultivator.
In less than a minute, the foreign cultivator had been shot twice, and his body was covered in blood.
The foreign cultivators were ready to escape when they saw that the situation was not good. However, they ran into Mister mo ran, who had just finished his cultivation, and the two sides were entangled.
Relying on the abundant resources of the Holy Dragon City and the bonus attributes of the residents of the level 5 City Tower, Mr. MoRun had accumulated a lot of resources and advanced twice in a row in just one year.
This kind of advancement speed was completely unimaginable to mo ran in the past!
It could be said that without the Holy Dragon City, he would not be where he was today. Perhaps he would still be a level four cultivator on the day of his death.
Mister mo ran, who had just come out of seclusion, was now a true Lord-level cultivator!
As the head instructor of the Holy Dragon city's cultivators, Mister mo ran's combat skills were superb to begin with. Coupled with the fact that the foreign cultivator had a gunshot wound, it only took a few rounds for him to subdue the foreign cultivator!
After being shackled by special shackles and sprayed with a special drug, the weak foreign cultivator was dragged and thrown into the Holy Dragon city's underground prison.
After entering the underground prison, the foreign cultivator was shocked to find that there were dozens of Lord-tier cultivators locked up here!
The foreign cultivator, who had been arrogant even after being captured, was dumbfounded.
Only then did he realize that the Overlord-tier cultivation that he was so proud of was nothing but a fart in the eyes of the Holy Dragon City!
No one knew what happened to this Lord-tier alien cultivator in the underground prison. All they knew was that he obediently paid the fine and became very well-behaved after he came out.
It was because of the previous case of capturing a Lord-tier cultivator that the guards of the commercial district were not afraid of the fatty.
No matter how powerful the fatty was, he couldn't do much in the face of all kinds of guns and weapons.
If they really couldn't deal with this fatty, there was still Mister mo ran and the city Lord to hold the fort. They would never let this fatty cause trouble!
It was because of this that the guards of the commercial district were full of confidence.
Xiao Rui's shot had also stunned fatty, causing his movements to slow down slightly.
Fatty was very clear about the power of this kind of firearm weapon. If it was not necessary, he would never be willing to try it personally.
He was in the right in this matter, so he could sit down and discuss it slowly, and make the foreign cultivators compensate for his losses.
If these guys dared to renege on their debt, fatty swore that he would definitely make them regret it for the rest of their lives!
The most important point was that he had come to Holy Dragon City this time to do something big.
He definitely couldn't let this matter ruin his mission.
If that was the case, he would really have suffered a huge loss!
The fatty was filled with fear towards the Holy master in Holy Dragon City. He did not want to attract the Holy master's attention because of this matter.
Since that was the case, he would let these guys off for the time being. It would not be too late to deal with them when he had the time in the future.
With that in mind, the fat man threw the foreign cultivator in his hand aside and sat down on a chair beside him.
Looking at Xiao Rui in front of him, fatty chuckled.
"I don't know how you're going to make me regret it for the rest of my life, but I know that if these guys don't compensate me for my losses, they'll definitely regret it for the rest of their lives!"
The fat man smiled innocently, but the killing intent in his words sent chills down the spines of the foreign cultivators!
