Mechanical guard

"Um, Miss Focalors, can I see this mechanical guard?"

Momo scratched his head and said with a hint of embarrassment.

He was curious about what this ruin guard looked like. Was it really a soul master with a mechanical martial soul?

If so, was it male or female?

It would be fine if it was a woman, but if it was a man...

Couldn't he, Mo Mo, protect Lei Qingqing?

He didn't need this mechanical guard!

"Of course, there's no problem."

Focalors agreed without hesitation.

She had a plan in mind, and she wanted Momo to see the mechanical guard for himself.

"I have made two ruin guards, one of which I'm going to give to Mr. Lex."

"The other one is pieced together from scraps. It's not as strong as the real ruin guard."

As he heard these words, Momo was stunned again. Made? Pieced together?

He knew these words, but they confused him when they were put together.

Wait, Focalors said she was going to send a mechanical guard to Qingqing for self-defense. Was she planning to send a scrap?

Thinking of this, Momo was speechless.

Giving gifts was a sign of affection, but not giving gifts was a duty.

He understood this.

That's why he fell silent. He didn't know what to say.

Focalors waved her hand and said: "Let's go, let's go to the ring and show off."

Momo nodded with a trace of disappointment, and followed her.

Soon, Focalors and Momo arrived at the ring, while Neuvillette stood on the edge of the ring.

What was happening here quickly drew the attention of the staff, and some of them stopped what they were doing and looked over here.

"Is this a soul battle?"

"Lady Focalors' strength is unpredictable, but she is definitely not weak. That's my intuition."

"If it were someone else, I might still wonder about the outcome. But this person... He's the young master..."

"Hey..."

The staff member sighed. Obviously, he didn't have much faith in Mo Mo.

"Stop talking, there's a reason why the young master is like this."

"Hmph... If he weren't like this, I would have scolded him long ago. How could I give him a chance to see if he can recover? The way he used to be!"

Everyone was silent. They were like a family, and they knew Mo Mo well.

Mo Mo was also the one they watched grow up.

If he hadn't changed like this, everyone would have cheered for him to become the young master.

They still held on to a glimmer of hope that Mo Mo could get back on his feet.

"Young Master, cheer up quickly, otherwise, I won't be able to hold my head up when I go to other spirit fighting arenas!"

That's how the family was, one prospered and the other suffered.

Mo Mo was the grandson of the patriarch and had become this pathetic person.

Even though the other brothers and sisters in the Soul Fighting Arena didn't say much, they felt ashamed themselves.

On the ring, Focalors waved her hand, and a blue light flashed. A "figure" seemed to break through the space and slowly appeared on the ring.

This figure was humanoid, almost two and a half meters tall, and its whole body was made of metal parts.

"Hiss..."

Everyone gasped, their eyes widened, and their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

They had never seen such "high technology" before.

This was a man made of iron!

He walked up to Focalors with grace, his mechanical right hand across his chest, and bowed slightly.

"???"

"So terrifying!"

Momo was dumbfounded. Was this the so-called mechanical guard?

He looked more like a human being, right?

Unless it was a disguise on the outside!

"Is this a mechanical guard? Or is it made of scraps?"

Momo was bewildered.

What he saw in front of him was scraps, but what if it wasn't?

Wait, Focalors actually had such technology!

Momo's face changed wildly. He looked at Focalors, who was smiling, and then at Neuvillette, who was calm.

He swallowed involuntarily. Sure enough, the evildoer's wife was also an evildoer.

How could they be so harmonious if they weren't equal?

Just like the two girls before, although they were very good.

But in front of Neuvillette and Focalors, their "style" was a bit out of place.

As a bystander, Momo could still see clearly.

"He is Mr. Jack."

Focalors introduced.

Jack was the name she gave to this mechanical guard.

"Mr. Jack can exert his strength at the highest Soul Saint level."

"If the material problem can be solved, his strength should be able to reach the Soul Douluo level or even the Title Douluo level."

Focalors said without changing her expression.

The mechanical guard in front of her did have the destructive power of the Soul Saint level. It was true that his strength had reached the Soul Saint level.

As for the scraps...

She was the Archon Focalors. How could there be scraps when she made things?

This was made from some iron tools she randomly collected in the evening.

As for the mechanical guard she gave to Lexius, that was different.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned. It was just a machine...well, a robot. His strength was actually at the Soul Saint level?

Impossible!

Everyone looked at Focalors in confusion, with a questioning look in their eyes.

They couldn't believe it!

A mere robot had the strength of a Soul Saint.

What was the point of their training for years?

They knew that Soul Saint was not a minor thing.

In the huge Heaven Dou Empire, the number of Soul Saints on the surface was less than a hundred.

One could imagine how much the powerful Soul Saints valued themselves.

A robot, Soul Saint?

Was this a joke?

Focalors also said that if the problem of materials could be solved, it would not be a problem to reach Soul Doulou or even Titled Douluo?

Ha...

Bluff!

Soul Doulou, Titled Douluo, these were the most powerful people on the continent!

Could they be built?

If they could be built, and the eight major families were not short of money, as long as they built a hundred or so puppet robots like this, would they be able to dominate Douluo Continent?

Something that shocked everyone even more happened the next moment.

Jack's eyes flashed, and a voice came out of nowhere.

"Hello... hello, I... am Jack."

Although his voice was a little weird, like the harsh sound of mechanical friction, he could actually speak!

To the people on Douluo Continent, Jack was just a pile of iron!

After turning into iron, he might as well become a soul beast, the kind of soul beast that had lived for 100,000 years, so he could speak!

"Hiss..."

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