Douluo: I founded the mecha tribe and I am the king of mecha battles!

Chapter 148 Who the hell said the East China Sea is a low-level game?!

After everyone left, in the huge hall, Chen Zhou slowly leaned back in the soft chair behind him, quietly waiting for something.

"boom!"

The gate burst open, and the Golden Claw God, with his flowing golden hair and calm, serene face, strode in.

The object he was carrying was none other than Zhao Song, who had recently been spouting nonsense in front of Chen Zhou.

However, unlike his previous aged and angry lion appearance, Zhao Song now had all four limbs severed at the root, his hair disheveled, and he looked quite pathetic.

The Golden Claw God carrying Zhao Song was different; apart from the fishy smell it had picked up from the sea, it showed absolutely no signs of having been in a fierce battle.

Zhao Song was too weak for the Golden Claw God.

If it weren't for the fact that he hadn't adapted to fighting in a human body, the Golden Claw God wouldn't have needed to engage in such a continuous head-on clash with Zhao Song.

Aurora Divine Wind Claw is the fastest and most ferocious ultimate move among the beast races, apart from the War King of the Tiger and Leopard tribes.

Golden Claw God was already a top-tier existence among the beast race. Even when he transformed into human form, which limited his strength, he was still more than capable of dealing with an opponent of Zhao Song's caliber.

Zhao Song's miserable state was merely the result of Golden Claw God's casual actions.

Chen Zhou slightly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping between Golden Claw God and Zhao Song, a faint smile playing on his lips. He showed no surprise or astonishment, as if it were all within his expectations. He knew Golden Claw God's strength all too well, and Zhao Song's fate was already sealed.

"You've worked hard," Chen Zhou said softly, his tone carrying a hint of approval.

Golden Claw God nodded slightly and casually tossed Zhao Song to the ground, as if he were just throwing away a bag of trash.

Zhao Song's body crashed heavily onto the marble floor with a dull thud. Blood continued to seep from the broken parts of his limbs, staining the floor red, but he couldn't even utter a groan. He could only lie helplessly on the ground, his eyes filled with despair and fear.

Chen Zhou slowly stood up, walked to Zhao Song, and looked down at him. His gaze was cold and indifferent, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Zhao Song, you used to be someone important, but unfortunately, you chose the wrong path."

"Or rather, the Tang Clan chose the wrong path."

Chen Zhou's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Zhao Song's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only let out a weak groan. His eyes were filled with regret and resentment, but it was all too late.

From beginning to end, whether Chen Zhou was displaying his talent or revealing his unprecedented skills, it was all part of the plan.

Whoever makes the move today will have all their claws and tentacles in the East China Sea region eradicated.

The Tang Clan has run into a trap!

Chen Zhou's gaze was like a cold blade, piercing through Zhao Song's last line of defense.

Zhao Song's breathing grew weaker and weaker, and blood spread across the ground, forming a glaring red stain. His eyes gradually became unfocused, as if he could already see the shadow of death approaching.

Chen Zhou stood before him, his expression indifferent, as if this was all a predetermined ending.

"The Tang Clan... is ultimately too arrogant." Chen Zhou muttered to himself, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He slowly squatted down, reached out and pinched Zhao Song's chin, forcing him to look up and meet his gaze.

Are the Tang Clan really too arrogant?

Perhaps.
But more often than not, it's due to a lack of understanding of the Beast Merchant Guild.

Who the hell could have imagined that a merchant guild that had just joined the East Sea Legion could produce so many Soul Kings and Soul Emperors in just a few months, and that their high-end combat power was in no way inferior to the Tang Sect, a top-tier force that had stood for ten thousand years!
Who the hell said the East China Sea is a low-level game?!

His gaze bypassed Chen Zhou and landed on the Golden Claw God standing quietly to the side, a guardian figure. A flicker of despair crossed Zhao Song's eyes. He knew he had no chance of turning the tide. The Golden Claw God's strength far exceeded his imagination, even surpassing all of Tang Sect's estimates of the Beast Merchant Guild. This guild, once considered a "minor character," actually harbored such terrifying power.

A constant stream of mid-range combat forces.
Golden Claw God, comparable to Limit Douluo, or even comparable to a demigod.
And the so-called "young master" of the Beast Merchant Guild, who was scheming against everyone from beginning to end.

Sorry for the first time!

Chen Zhou's lips curled slightly upward, his eyes revealing a hint of smugness and contempt. "Zhao Song, do you know what the so-called Tang Clan means to me?"

Zhao Song's expression grew increasingly miserable. He tried to explain, but only weak groans escaped his lips.

"Your Tang Clan arrogantly control this world, thinking that you can do anything with the power you have accumulated over the years, but you don't realize that the times have already changed."

Chen Zhou slowly stood up and looked out the window. The waves of the East China Sea crashed against the rocks, making a low roar, as if mocking Zhao Song's foolishness.

Golden Claw God stood quietly to the side, seemingly awaiting Chen Zhou's instructions. For him, today's mission was simple: to completely crush the Tang Clan's confidence in this operation.

He admired warriors, but he was equally loyal to Chenzhou!
The merciless destruction of everything the warrior possessed, the crushing of his courage and pride, became the best greeting gift the Golden Claw God could give to Zhao Song.

"Guards, take him away for treatment and keep a close watch on him to prevent him from having any chance to commit suicide."

Chen Zhou coldly stared at Zhao Song, whose limbs had been severed, on the ground. Even though he could see the fear of death in Zhao Song's aged eyes, and the helplessness and despair deep within him, Chen Zhou felt no pity. He had long since lost all emotion towards Zhao Song and the Tang Clan. The man before him was merely a pawn, no longer even qualified to play his part.

The gate closed once again. After a long silence, the Golden Claw God finally spoke, "My lord, can those people really be trusted?"

Before entering, the Golden Claw God had already destroyed everything Zhao Song owned, leaving him only with a lingering life.

One could naturally see the scene in the reception room where the powerful and influential people from the East China Sea were like hounds paying homage.

One second they were still weighing the situation and waiting for the right price to sell.

The next second, they willingly submitted to Chenzhou, handing over their resources and power without hesitation.

Chen Zhou smiled slightly, a confident curve appearing at the corner of his mouth. "Golden Claw God, perhaps I am not as good as you in terms of strategic planning and military tactics. But when it comes to understanding people's hearts, I am an expert."

"Their fear and greed make everything in this world seem so simple. As long as I push them to the brink, they will eagerly seek the last straw to save them; as long as I bring my beautifully woven dreams into reality, they will also rush towards that illusory light like moths to a flame."

Chen Zhou sat down, looking with great interest at the Golden Claw God in front of him who was deep in thought.

How could he not know that the Golden Claw God was thinking?

(End of this chapter)