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Doomsday Roulette

Chapter 2392: 12.2 Billion, 12.2 Fists 💥

Published: February 13, 2025

Gravity Jump!

The unprepared peak expert of the Dwarf Race suddenly felt his body sink.

Then, a large hand grabbed onto him.

It was all too sudden; everything happened too quickly.

As a result, this seasoned expert had no chance to react and was temporarily subdued.

This was Divine Artisan City!

For many years, no one dared to act recklessly here, let alone openly attack a Tarros Red Dwarf of their own kind.

This seasoned expert had not fought for a long time.

Among the Tarros Red Dwarves, the most respected were naturally the clan leader and the divine artisan, followed by the reclusive high-level craftsmen and peak experts.

After them came versatile talents like this seasoned expert, who had some aptitude in manufacturing and was also quite capable in combat.

There were many Tarros Red Dwarves, but like other races, only a few could ascend to high positions.

Additionally, due to the uniqueness of this race, outsiders in the universe were very polite to their ordinary members, let alone the higher-ups, to the point that they were almost treated like nobles.

Over the years, this had developed a rebellious attitude among them.

These factors combined made this seasoned expert lose his usual vigilance.

Naturally, this was also related to how for many years, the status of outsiders in Divine Artisan City had been too low; the Dwarves had paid too little attention to these "lower beings," who were excessively obedient.

After Ye Zhongming seized this seasoned expert, the prepared Zizikaba and Dark Point rushed in from behind.

One clasped his hands together to grip the hand of Ye Zhongming, while the other delivered a powerful blow to the exposed head of the Dwarf.

All three were wearing high-level mechanical battle armor, just a bit thicker than regular gear; otherwise, the Dwarf's head wouldn’t have been exposed at all.

As Ye Zhongming’s other hand also came down, it turned into a situation where two peak experts in advanced mechanical battle armor pinned this seasoned Dwarf expert down, while the remaining one frantically struck at the Dwarf's head.

Thanks to the Dwarf's relatively large head, it was easier to find angles for attack, and their fists continued to pound relentlessly on this head.

None of them dared to use powerful techniques; once they did, they would expose themselves.

In Divine Artisan City, that would be a suicidal act. There would be no need for the Dwarves to strike; even these auxiliary races could overwhelm them within minutes.

But at such a moment, this most primitive form of attack proved surprisingly effective.

His body was being squeezed by immense force, and his head was continuously bombarded by gravity.

Moreover, this seasoned expert was not wearing any armor.

Even if he was a senior peak expert, with an estimated strength of 170,000 to 180,000, it made no difference.

Under complete control and facing continuous heavy blows, he had no chance to resist.

Even if he had the opportunity, the two words "robbery" from Ye Zhongming completely shattered any hope.

Those two words carried a mental shock.

The quantity was not large, but it was enough to plunge the unsuspecting Dwarf expert into a perilous situation.

After 121 strikes, the Dwarf's head suddenly caved in.

This was a clear sign that he had completely lost his protection.

With the next punch, his head shattered completely.

Zizikaba let out a sigh of relief; he knew that their plan today had succeeded to a large extent.

All that was left was to leave this place.

"Take the items."

Ye Zhongming released the headless corpse, then quickly moved to the shelves, collecting the spatial equipment displayed there into sealed boxes, which he then strapped to his back.

Meanwhile, Dark Point and Zizikaba used their spatial equipment to whisk away those boxes.

After the three of them quickly looted the place, outside, the colorful light barrier of the auction was entering its final phase.

The price had stopped at 12.1 billion, a bid from the Musk Ke People.

Everyone was waiting to see if the Lena People, still holding out, would follow suit.