My name is Lin Mo.
I have severe "Lack of Fire Fear" and "Energy Lack of Anxiety".
In this era where a master can cut off a river with one punch and martial arts masters are regarded as gods, I am an anomaly.
Some people's cultivation focuses on comprehending the world and breathing in and out.
In my cultivation, I pay attention to industrial processes, conversion efficiency, and energy conservation.
The stomach is my combustion chamber, swallowing highly toxic bile raw, the conversion rate is 100%.
Vasoactivity is my hydraulic tube, pumping hot blood that never dries up.
The skeleton is my alloy structure, fused with rare metals, comparable to a divine weapon.
They mocked me for my mediocre energy, and mocked me for carrying a tattered chainsword that was just smoking and drinking diesel.
Until that day, in the college entrance examination arena, I started the engine.
"Boom——!!"
When the 7,000-rpm sawtooth shreds the geniuses' body-protecting energy, I have no choice but to say one thing:
"Sorry, the engine sounds are so delicate that I can't hear your martial arts theories."
By the way, after this fight, can we have dinner first?
My body is... A little fuel hungry.
