The most common anomaly was the loss of gravity.

Illuminated by the lightning in the sky, the earth was full of what Lu Qingchen called ‘gravity bubbles’.

For some of the gravity bubbles, even if an ordinary person who had never practiced fist techniques walked inside, they would feel that their body was as light as a swallow, as if they were floating in the air. With a light jump, they could jump 70-80 feet high, and they could even float in the air without coming down.

Not just humans, even kittens, dogs, and lifeless stones would float when they were thrown in.

There were also some gravity vacuums. When a person walked inside, they would feel that their body was three to five times heavier than before, as if a mountain was pressing on their back. Even an expert who was adept at punching would feel that their bones were breaking after sitting inside for several minutes.

Some of the extremely dangerous gravity bubbles would even explode the moment a living creature walked into them.

Gus had seen with his own eyes a dog that was crushed into a meat pie as thin as a cicada’s wing the moment it broke into a gravity bubble. Blood had been evenly smeared all over the ground.

As for the invisible and untouchable gravity bubbles, the soldiers of the Steam Legion did not have a good solution, either. They could only erect fences and stab spears everywhere as a warning.

Another anomaly was the ferocious beasts.

In the World of the Fist God, ferocious beasts were everywhere. No matter how hideous and ugly they were, they were nothing unusual for the civilians.

But over the past few years, more and more Fusion Beasts had appeared in the middle of nowhere. They were like the amalgamations of three to five, seven to eight, or even twenty different kinds of ferocious beasts.

They often had the heads of wolves, the claws and teeth of tigers and leopards, the bodies of bears, the skin of rhinos and elephants, and even the wings of giant, thin beetles.

It was already extremely rare for wolves, tigers, and leopards to have beetle-like wings.

What was even weirder was that the wings, which were so thin that they were almost transparent, did not seem to be able to withstand much strength. No matter how hard they flapped, it was impossible for them to fly with a body weighing more than a thousand kilograms. However, the Fusion Beasts could fly without any trouble, as if the attraction force of the earth did not exist for them at all.

As for the high mountains that appeared out of nowhere, the towns that disappeared suddenly, or the rivers that suddenly changed routes, such anomalies were not unusual at all.

Lu Qingchen told Gus that the loopholes were due to the insufficient computational ability of the Fist King, who was reducing the computational resources that were sent to the World of the Fist God.

When the main force of the Iron Fist Legion and the main force of the Steam Legion began their final battle, no matter who won or lost, the Fist King would certainly close the world completely.

There was no need to talk about the Iron Fist Legion’s victory. After all, it was impossible for them to output more exquisite fist techniques.

The victory of the steam army did not mean that the world was still worth experimenting on, either, because the history of technology across the Pangu Universe had proved that the ‘steam technology’ was a deformed technology with no future. The ‘steam world’ was a deformed world that should not have existed at all and did not have much development even if it did.

The final battle was the final test of the boxing champion’s skills.

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They were going to mess up the boxing champion in the final and most crucial test.

However, before they found the main force of the Iron Fist Legion, several field troops of the Iron Fist Legion had marched to their rear.

This was the first time that Gus had seen thousands of soldiers who were as crazy as devils. They were spread out on the ground and engaged in an intense collision of flesh and blood.

Although the fierce battle in Qianyuan City was fierce, there was not much distance between the two parties because of the blockage of the street.

In the battlefield of hell that Lu Qingchen had shown him, the participants of the fierce battles were mostly launching long-range attacks with storm bolters or even long-range attacks.

It was indeed more lethal, but it was not as bloody, cruel, and thrilling as close-quarters combat where the head of the enemy was blown up by the iron fist and the chain crossbow was stabbed into the eyeball and pulled the trigger.

Although neither of the two sides were the main force of the Iron Fist Legion and the Steam Legion…

However, when tens of thousands of murderous warriors shouted at the same time, it was still enough to make the young man who was standing in the middle of the battlefield dizzy. He could not tell east from west, nor could he tell whether he was surrounded by tens of thousands of people or millions of people.

In the beginning, Gus had been charging together with Andre and the other northern troops.

But they were soon dispersed by the chaotic soldiers and fell into their own business.

Besides, maybe the fame of the ‘Holy Son’ who used weird weapons had reached the ears of the Temple of Fist and the Iron Fist Legion.

The Iron Fist Legion seemed to have come for him.

It was also possible that his performance was too eye-catching. The soldiers left in the rear were often the old, the weak, the sick, and the believers who had just been organized. Many of them had been holding a hoe yesterday, but today, they had been issued with repeating crossbows. They were a chaotic mob. How could they fight?

The fully-armed Steam Legion seemed to be engaged in a local battle. Even with the assistance of the repeating crossbows and the flamethrowers, they were often routed by the murderous Iron Fist Legion after a single charge.

With the collapse of the fighting will of many soldiers of the Southern Steam Legion, led by Gus, who believed in the power of the ‘Holy Son’, the soldiers of the Northern Steam Legion, who were determined to fight to the death, gradually turned into protrusions that looked like tusks. The flag flapping in the wind was particularly eye-catching on the battlefield, and they were surrounded on all sides.

Gus’s control over the storm bolter and the Vulcan Machine Gun was indeed better and better after the bloody battles. However, the Iron Fist Legion had sent out a lot of elites, too. There were almost ten experts on the same level as High Priest Luo Tian.

Some of the experts even boasted unparalleled power. They could spurt fire and discharge electricity and condense them into ice. With a telepathic thought, they could pluck out the thorns that were as sharp as spears from the ground. They were even surrounded by invisible force fields that could interfere with and change the direction of the bullets that Gus shot!

Moreover, they already knew how formidable Gus was. They did not rely on their tyrannical strength to directly lunge over, and they were even unwilling to stay within a range of several dozen meters around Gus. Instead, they calmly circled around Gus like a hyena hunting a wild bull, cutting off the companions around him layer by layer until Gus was all alone.

The battlefield was a mess. The soldiers of the Southern Steam Army who were fighting against the Iron Fist Legion were the second-tier troops stationed in the rear in the first place, and they had come from three to five towns in different directions. Therefore, their teamwork was not very good. Also, the Northern Steam Army commanded by Andre was like a dragon without a leader. The Iron Fist Legion, which had been prepared for a long time, was attacking them so hard that they did not have time to care about where Gus was. As a result, the soldiers around Gus all collapsed, and their flags were burning furiously.

“Something is not right.

Lu Qingchen’s voice echoed in Gus’s ears, more solemn than ever. “Has the boxing champion discovered us?”