Traveling through another world for more than a few years, he lived a hard life.
He has no martial arts qualifications and no business acumen.
In this world where behemoths are rampant and thousands of races abound, how can Wu Ji stand at the top of the world?
Bite! The system is coming, and the random critical hit reward system is activated.
Facing the behemoth in the sky that covered the sky and the sun, Wu Ji roared: "Give me a million source points to stud." The light burst out, and the golden legend came out. System - "Congratulations to the host for obtaining the giant magic circle, superimposing a thousand times critical strike."
Wu Ji shouted: "Arm!", And his acupoints flashed. The Dharma form behind him is revealed, but it is only more than one foot tall.
Come! Super armed. The Dharma image then became gigantic.
The Dharma's body is as majestic as a mountain, its shadows cover thousands of miles, and a solemn coercion from ancient times envelopes all directions. No one but a prince dares to look directly at it. Ordinary warriors would find it difficult to breathe and feel uneasy after just one look.
With one punch, there seems to be endless punch light.
Click! Boom——! The sky is getting calmer
Countless pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground.
Wu Ji waved his fist and said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad. If we hand this place over to the Imperial Cleanup Team, we can exchange it for a lot of resources."
Then a stream of light shot into the sky and flew into the distance.
