I am the God of Technology



Dante's eyes darkened as he glanced over at the source of the hostility. The group of disciples was wearing the blue and white gi that belonged to the second-ranked Martial Hall, the Heavenly Martial Hall.

Among them were four boys and two girls, all under the age of 20 and seemingly in either the Body Tempering or Martial Warrior realm, as they could not manifest their blood Qi passively like a Martial Blood realm warrior.

Dante had no real problem with them and even sympathized. They had likely been troubled by other disciples of the hall and could not help but be angry when they saw him, but Dante could not allow this to fester.

He could simply ignore them loftily and walk away, but that would be foolish. From what he knew of these wuxia worlds, it was even better to beat these fellows until they were unable to walk than to ignore them because that somehow infuriated them more and made them irrationally develop killing intent.

As such, Dante honed in on the young lady within the group who was glaring at him without hiding her hostility and walked over with a cold expression. Seeing him actually paying them mind and coming over, the faces of the 6 disciples changed greatly.

Especially the young lady, who had sobered up and felt endless fear coursing through her. In worlds like this, it was not a problem to offend people, but it was fatal to offend someone who was either stronger or had a higher status than you.

As Dante approached her with a dark expression, one of the boys in the group, their nominal leader since he was the highest ranked among them in their martial hall, stepped in between her and Dante with a cold expression.

"This fellow daoist, is there a problem?" He braced himself and questioned in a tough tone.

Dante glanced at him and then slapped out. The fellow was shocked by the sudden attack that was faster than he could respond to normally, but he was actually in the Martial Warrior Realm.

In this realm, he could not manifest his blood Qi outside his body as that began at the Martial Blood Realm. However, Martial Warriors had already begun refining their blood Qi so they could infuse it into their attacks to add extra explosive damage.

"How dare you!" The fellow roared in anger as he pushed out towards Dante's fist, infusing all his blood Qi into it, hoping to cripple Dante's hand and teach him a lesson.

As for the consequences of harming a core disciple of the hall, he would deal with it later. He did not believe that the hall master wouldn't protect him when he was able to humiliate the Supreme Martial Hall that he hated so much.

Of course, as they always say, the dream was beautiful but reality was harsh. His cruel smile disappeared when his fist made contact with that casual palm, his entire force being dispersed with ease as his fist was dislocated immediately.

He didn't even have time to scream before the palm landed on his cheek and sent him spinning in the air, crashing into a nearby vendor's stall and destroying his trinkets for sale.

This caused the entire street to freeze. All eyes had been on Dante previously, so when they saw him menacingly approaching these disciples, people could tell that conflict was about to brew. They stopped what they were doing to watch but were shocked when Dante slapped the fellow.

Seeing the fellow react quickly with a counterattack, they assumed it would be a draw given the Supreme Martial Hall's reputation and the seeming lightness of Dante's attack compared to the fury behind the Heavenly Martial Hall's disciples' attack.

However, to see him be sent flying like a ragdoll, many people were shocked speechless. As for the disciples who watched the strongest among them be treated like someone's unruly son being disciplined, they were speechless and full of fear.

Dante stopped and glanced at the fellow he slapped with a speechless expression. Dante was not some unreasonable young master who disdained everyone and wanted to cripple anyone who even looked at him wrong.

He just identified a potential problem and wanted to use this chance to establish some prestige in this city so that no one would disturb him. He would shake up this group a bit and then walk away after dominating them, allowing rumors to spread that he was fierce and not one to be messed with.

But what kind of bloody idiot was this? He had used so much force in his counterattack that when his fist connected with Dante's, he subconsciously increased the force to offset it as his casual slap was really harmless.

This caused his slap to shatter his wrist and the remnant force struck his face and sent him flying. He should be damn grateful Dante took training in the Training World in the past; otherwise, his control over his strength would be far more clumsy and that slap could have sent his head flying off its neck.

Dante causally retracted his palm and glanced at the remaining five who began to tremble. He focused on the young girl who was about 17 or 18 years old with a relatively large chest but a short frame who was glaring at him before and stood before her.

She had to crane her neck to look up at the over 6-foot Dante, and her entire body was shaking as tears appeared at the corner of her eyes. Dante glanced at her with a cold look and leaned forward slightly.

"If you ever look at me like that again, I will strip you naked and make you run around the city twice!"

Dante stepped back and then snorted coldly before walking away without even looking back. The entire street seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at this time, and those who had even stopped breathing gasped for air quickly.

The five remaining disciples seemed to feel like they had escaped the gaze of the devil and relaxed. The girl who had been threatened by Dante felt on her ass as a puddle of liquid formed beneath her robe that stained the ground.

The boys quickly rushed to gather their senior brother and assist him toward the nearest medical center while the other girl quickly helped her friend and escaped before people could notice the disgrace she had made of herself.

Immediately, there were bursts of discussions on the street, all of them wondering who Dante was and commenting on how tyrannical and fierce he was. Just for one bad look, he threatened a young lady so badly she peed herself.

What a villain!

Not to mention he beat her senior brother with one slap, breaking his hand and sending him flying like a piece of trash by the roadside. Even the stall owner who had his goods ruined could only pack up quickly and rush out of the city.

As the weakest party here, who knew if those martial artists would find him to vent their anger? After all, they couldn't find Dante for revenge, so he was the best option for them to torment to release the hatred in their hearts.

While such discussions were happening, Dante was thoughtful. He had given himself the background of an orphan when descending, so he really did not have anyone to go and clear things up with in the city.

The only reason he came out was to take a look and see if he could discover something special about the city that could help him as well as understand more about the forces here. Eventually, Dante decided to return to the Martial Hall because he did not want any more trouble.

It was true that he could probably 'trigger' some interesting events, like storming the lair of a bandit gang and annihilating them, meeting a young mistress

  escaping assassins who is affiliated with the number 1 family or some random old man who would tell him that he was born with Divine Providence and only needed to cultivate his technique to become an immortal.

However, Dante did not care about any of that, it had little to no value to him. He was only interested in blood Qi and Internal Force, because those were tangible things he could take away and make use of.

Even having a background or force did not matter much because unlike the Apocalypse World where a student only had 30 days, one could stay in this world until they chose to leave and make the settlement.

After all, martial artists had long lifespans, so they couldn't use the excuse of mutation to limit the lifespans of students like other places. However, the counter to that was the fact that the Supercoin earned from this world was not as good.

It was too big and the powers were too plentiful and the waters were too deep, with crouching tigers and hidden dragons at every corner, so one could not easily make a stir like in the Apocalypse World.

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