Flaming Fortress

My surname is Wu, and everyone calls me Little Wu.
I've seen those Mobile Battle Armors deep underground that surpass human imagination,
and I've also witnessed someone in the asteroid belt of space punch a star to pieces with a single Fist.
Buddy, listen up, here are some of my fight insights:
When fighting the Dragon Clan, don't listen to what they say, just keep hitting them until they're dead;
Dealing with fairies is a bit tricky, it's best not to let them see you, and to take sneaky shots;
When it comes to orcs, there are two words for it, wrestling naked!
If a Devil is looking for trouble, just desperately twist its horns, and it's bound to kneel;
Alright, I'm off to fight in a bar now, more detailed content when I get back.

Abundant Martial Arts Virtue

The body of the Demon Spider was buried deep underground.


"Death God" and the long-haired man stood quietly on a rock.


"Seventeen or eighteen years old... I roughly know what he looks like."


"Boxing, blade, sword, and the bronze hand, right? I've noted it down. A person with such abilities is easy to recognize," said the long-haired man.


"Death God" gazed out at the city from afar.


"I must kill him, I need his soul, and something on him," "Death God" said anxiously.


"Don't rush, the titled professionals are inspecting issues within the city, so I can't give you someone from inside—we need to find targets outside the city," the long-haired man said at a leisurely pace.


"Is this the city where we must duel to stay?" one of them said.


Chapter 130: Rope (Naming the Alliance Hierarch is too difficult, renaming is too troublesome, extra update!)