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

"Finish it off, all its materials can be sold!"


The dense crowd pinned the Demon Spider to the battlements, beating it incessantly.


A team squeezed their way through the crowd from behind, gradually spreading out and loudly issuing orders to the professionals.


"Class A number nineteen, hmm, not bad strength, stay and slay the demon."


"Class C number five? Healing professions are rare, eh? Stay."


"And Class C number twenty-one, Shield Warrior, you stay as well."


One of the team approached Wu Xiaode, glanced at him, and waved dismissively:


"Class D number ninety-six? Weakling, we can't use you in battle, go maintain order in the back streets and prevent disturbances,"


the man who seemed to be in charge said.


After speaking to Wu Xiaode, he immediately arranged various different tasks for the others.


Chapter 128: Battle on the Stage