"In our Chinese saying, she has no soul yet, so she is so stupid. But at least I can't do it now. But I believe that sooner or later I will do it."

Dr. Fang usually speaks very little, and once he talks about his research, he is simply a chatterbox.

"Then what can she do now?" General Lei asked.

"Don't underestimate her just because she has no soul. Perfect No. 1's martial arts value is very powerful. It can be comparable to the level of a warrior, and it is better than the average level." Dr. Fang said.

"So powerful? Can you test it?" General Lei said with interest.

"Of course, this is my hard work. My ten years of research results will definitely not disappoint you." Dr. Fang said proudly.

"Third brother, try her."

General Lei said to a thin middle-aged man beside him.

This person is the third person in the Divine Whip. As a pure warrior, the third person has always been disdainful of Dr. Fang’s so-called genetic research. He just heard Dr. Fang say that Perfect One’s strength is comparable to that of the Earth-level warrior, and he even disagreed.

He has been stranded at the peak of the Xuan level for three years and has no choice but to break through to the Earth level. Now he is a genetic person who looks like a fool and actually says he is a Earth level warrior. Are local level warriors Potatos? He digs a lot of them.

After receiving General Lei’s instructions, the third brother took out the long whip that was plated around his waist. He glanced at Dr. Fang and thought to himself that he would have to destroy the broken thing you made with a whip.

Thinking of this, the long whip in A San's hand pulled a beautiful whip flower, and then pulled it to Perfect No. 1's waist like lightning. If it was pulled firmly, this force would definitely break her in the waist.

Everyone present exclaimed. Although they knew that Perfect One was an artificial genetic person, it was a pity that such a beautiful beauty was beaten by the third child.

But Dr. Fang didn't care at all. The old god was watching the ground, with no worries at all.

Just when the third brother's whip was about to hit the perfect waist, she suddenly moved and raised her white little hand and grabbed the third brother's whip from the shadows of the sky.

The third brother was shocked. After so many years of using the whip, no one dared to grab his whip with his whip with his bare hands. Not to mention how to find the whip from the many whip shadows, even the force that was enough to open the monument and crack the stone was not something that human body could bear.

He usually considers himself very high and thinks he is the number one master in the Golden Triangle region and even the Burmese land. Now that he sees the whip he relies on to become famous, he hastily rushes back and grabs it.

Perfect Number One's expression was very dull, but this did not affect her strength at all. When her wrist trembled, the third brother could not hold on immediately and flew into the air.

But the third brother still didn't want to give up the whip. He held the whip with his right hand and formed a palm with his left hand, slapped at the perfect number one door.

He thought very well, wanted to force Perfect Number One to help himself, and then he took back the whip.

But before the palm could approach perfect number one, suddenly, a long white legs and high heels of ten centimeters kicked him hard on the belly.

The third brother felt a huge force coming, and the whip in his hand could no longer hold it, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string.

Fortunately, the third brother had a strong internal strength and did not vomit blood after being beaten. However, he lost all his face in one move.

At this time, the ghost foot A Si shouted loudly, jumped high, and then his feet turned into a shadow of legs in the sky and kicked out at Perfect No. 1.

In his opinion, the third brother must have suffered a great loss because he was careless and did not think that Perfect Number One could be so powerful.

Facing A Si's two legs with the wind sound, Perfect No. 1 still did not dodge, but chose to fight head-on, waving his fists to hit A Si's two legs.

The people watching the audience widened their eyes again, including the third brother who had just recovered.

Originally, people's fists are much less powerful than their thighs. As the saying goes, a small arm cannot twist the thighs, which is the reason.

However, Perfect No. 1's white and slender fist was not at all inferior in the confrontation with A Si. In the end, Perfect No. 1 shouted and punched the Ghost Foot As Si's right foot.

A Si let out a muffled groan and was actually knocked away.

The whole audience was silent and stunned. Especially the third god-whip and the third ghost-footed A-Si, the two were shocked and their faces were bloodless.

In a moment, he lost two peak Xuan-level masters in a row. This is a real Earth-level master. In reality, no one knows more clearly how difficult it is to break through to the Earth-level level. The two of them have been stagnant in the Xuan-level for many years, but they have not been able to advance to the Earth-level level.

But Dr. Fang, a man who doesn’t understand martial arts at all, actually created a ground-level master out of thin air. This is against the will of heaven.

Ghost Foot and Divine Whip Understand Perfect One do not understand martial arts. They fight entirely by relying on physical instinct, but the strength they show is a real ground level.

General Lei was overjoyed. He knew the strength of Ghost Foot Asi and Divine Whip Third. He didn't expect that this Perfect Number One was so much better than them.

"Dr. Fang, how many soldiers can you create like Perfect One? If you lack money, you can speak, no matter how much you make, I will not hesitate."

As he spoke, his eyes shone, as if he had seen himself with a team of super soldiers uniting Myanmar, and even began to fight the world.

But Dr. Fang's words disappointed him. Dr. Fang said: "I worked hard for almost ten years to create a perfect number, and there is also a lot of luck. If I create another one, it may be ten years, twenty years, or more."

"Doctor, is there no other way?" General Lei asked unwillingly.

Over the years, he has invested countless money in the biochemical laboratory and is eager to convert it into combat power as soon as possible.

Dr. Fang said: "In the future, there may be two aspects. My research below will focus on two aspects: one is how to give biochemical human souls, and the other is how to mass-produce biochemical humans."

"How long will it take?" General Lei asked urgently.

"It's hard to say. Human genetics is very complicated and cannot produce results in a day or two." Dr. Fang said.

General Lei thought about it, so it was because Dr. Fang was a very rare scientist in the world who could create Perfect Number One. This matter is unhurried.

He said, "Okay, Doctor, even if you study, just tell me what you lack. But can the perfect number now be put into use?"

Dr. Fang said: "I brought her today to conduct experiments and see if there will be any flaws in real-life applications.

In order to be able to observe at any time, I think it is most appropriate to let her be the general's bodyguard. I will solve any problems at any time."

"Okay, then let her be my bodyguard."

General Lei smiled.

He was very happy today, and this was the first time Lei Cong had smiled after his death.
Chapter completed!