The Beastman of Transmigration

() The rock turtle said "my painstaking efforts" several times at once. Obviously, the metal lump held a very important position in his mind.

In fact, Wang Meng felt that the rock turtle had regarded the metal lump as his biological son.

"I must admit this, just like many people are doing very hard things, but they are not recognized..."

Hearing this, the spotted lizard showed a slight expression of pity on his face, looked at the sad eyes of the rock turtle, and reminded him aloud.

Obviously, the spotted lizard is reminding the rock turtle... stop doing those unnecessary things...

"What I want to say is that I can give it to you for free. Yes, you can try it for free this time." The rock turtle pointed to the metal bump on his back, with an obvious begging tone in his voice.

Wang Meng couldn't bear it and turned his face away...

"But, I don't have the habit of recycling garbage." The spotted lizard obviously didn't buy it. Even though the thing was free of charge, he still chose to refuse.

The rock turtle's expression became extremely lonely...

Moving his body slowly, the rock turtle began to move towards the periphery of the animal group, "Oh~~! It seems that I can only leave..."

Seeing this, the spotted lizard squeezed into the crowd and ignored the rock turtle who turned and left.

Wang Meng got close, walked over, and asked the rock turtle, "Can you tell me what they are doing?"

It wasn't that Wang Meng didn't want to see it with his own eyes, but when faced with the layers of animal figures, especially the large herbivorous dinosaurs that were more than thirty meters tall, Wang Meng could only retreat angrily.

This is simply an insurmountable Great Wall of human flesh!

It is almost impossible to get through the small gap between them.

However, this aroused Wang Meng's curiosity... what kind of activity could attract so many living beings to watch.

Seeing that the rock turtle seemed to be very familiar with this game, Wang Meng just started to ask.

"I won't tell you... they are playing fighting chicken." The rock turtle glanced at Wang Meng and his voice fell lightly.

Uh~~! Wang Meng's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he thought to himself...Am I meeting another wise and foolish pretender?

"Fighting chicken?" Thinking this, Wang Meng made a confused sound in his mouth.

When the rock turtle heard this, he shook his head in annoyance, "It seems that I spilled the beans again."

It doesn't seem like he's just pretending, but his IQ is actually a bit unsatisfactory.

"Can you tell me what a fighting chicken is?" Wang Meng asked curiously towards the rock turtle.

Regardless of whether his IQ is not satisfactory, at least, in Wang Meng's opinion, IQ is not required to answer this kind of question.

"Looking at you, it seems like this is your first time coming to Shicheng?" Rock Turtle did not answer Wang Meng's question, but asked him a question in return.

Wang Meng rolled his eyes and said perfunctorily, "Yes, although I didn't hide it deliberately...but you still discovered it."

"You want to know what game they are playing?" There was an inexplicable emotion in the Rock Turtle's voice.

When Wang Meng heard this, he became slightly vigilant and thought to himself... Could this rock turtle be planning some bad idea?

"I think... yes." Although he remembered that he had already said it once, Wang Meng still answered again sincerely.

Hearing this, a look of joy suddenly appeared on the rock turtle's face, "What I want to tell you is... the best way to learn about a new thing is to experience it yourself... Come on, come with me..."

After that, with the rock turtle's hard body clearing the way, Wang Meng successfully squeezed into the front row.

Bring your sights into the field…

Wang Meng felt as if his eyes suddenly fell to the ground!

"Robot war?"

Looking at the center of the field...two robot birds about one meter high were fighting and biting...Wang Meng felt as if his brain nerve circuits were short-circuited for an instant.

Wang Meng sweated furiously inside... What is this? Cockfighting?

Moreover, the fight was still a robot chicken.

A little too highbrow for these prehistoric beings?

Wang Meng can guarantee that even in the previous life on Earth, none of the richest men ranked at the top of Forbes had ever participated in such an elegant sport.

Are you good at tennis and golf?

It’s time to walk the dog, is there anything you can do?

It's like playing monkey, is there any point?

I have to admit, I really learned a lot this time.

"No, no... this is Fighting Chicken. This is the most popular game in the entire Stone City. No matter who you have a grudge with or against... Even if you can't beat him, it doesn't matter. You can defeat him through Fighting Chicken.

He is disgraced..."

Rock Turtle’s explanation helped Wang Meng understand why this game is so popular.

This is the same as the ladies who played Dota in the previous life. Regardless of family background and appearance, as long as your skills and awareness are good enough, you can completely defeat the rich and handsome.

"Are those little robot chickens?" Wang Meng pointed at the chicken robots in the field and asked.

To be honest, these chickens look quite similar to live pheasants.

Wang Meng saw that a life form that was a phoenix-tailed chicken was looking at the two fighting chickens that were fighting in the field with a dark face and a strange expression.

Looking at her expression, Wang Meng could somewhat understand her mood at this moment.

"Actually, the life forms here call them fighting chickens." The rock turtle pointed at the two fighting chickens in the field and said with a proud face: "Look, he looks very cute..."

Several black lines hung from Wang Meng's forehead...

"Uh, this...can I not comment?"

Wang Meng really doesn't want to make any comments on the appearance of these two fighting chickens, although one thing is for sure - they are not cute!

"Okay, I already know your comment." The Rock Turtle has obviously realized the deep meaning contained in Wang Meng's words, "Although... I admit... it looks a bit unpleasant, but,

I have to admit that it can bring countless wealth... provided that... it is powerful enough and can defeat its opponents..."

Wang Meng curled his lips in disbelief.

How is this different from gambling?

Wang Meng naturally knows about wealth!

But...risk...isn't there any risk in this matter?

No, that's obviously not the case... because Wang Meng knows that the most basic prerequisite for gambling is... to have a certain amount of chips!

Wang Meng looked at the fighting chickens in the field, then at the rock turtle with a proud look on his face, and asked in a puzzled voice: "What I want to ask is...where did these fighting chickens come from?"

The rock turtle did not answer Wang Meng's question, but pointed to his face inexplicably and said: "Look at me... you will know where they came from."

Wang Meng felt that his IQ was a bit insufficient.

"Can you be more straightforward?" Wang Meng asked tentatively.

The rock turtle showed a proud and smug expression, as if he was surrounded by flowers and applause, and said in an extremely narcissistic voice: "Because, I am a fighting chicken maker."

Wang Meng glanced at the rock turtle suspiciously, and then at the metal bump on his back.

"Don't you mean to say that...the piece of garbage on your back is your work?" Wang Meng asked with a drooped brow and a suspicious tone.

"No, it's not called Garbage Speedy, it's called Invincible Mighty Horn." The rock turtle shook his head when he heard the sound, and retorted decisively, then looked at Wang Meng with a questioning look, "Does it sound like that? Cool?"

"I just think...it sounds...very hollow." Wang Meng spread his tiger paw and said frankly.

The rock turtle's dream was ruthlessly shattered by Wang Meng...

"Okay, I admit that what you said... is a bit honest." The rock turtle lowered his head guiltily, but in an instant, he seemed to have thought of something again, and said in an excited voice: "But you have to understand, a fighting chicken What we look at is not only its appearance, but also its connotation, which is its combat effectiveness."

Wang Meng wiped his nose, stretched out his tiger paw, pointed at the metal bump on the back of the rock turtle, and said doubtfully: "You won't tell me that this fighting chicken looks a bit like a piece of garbage... Its fighting power is invincible. Powerful."

"Oh~~! Because of this, I named it 'Invincible Mighty'..." Following Wang Meng's words, Rock Turtle added shamelessly.

"Okay, I'm not sure..."

Wang Meng had a look of embarrassment on his face, "I really don't know how to evaluate your cock..."

Then, he added, "Please allow me to be somewhat candid in my words."