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 Book of the Dead floated in midair, displaying a line of ice crystal small letters:


"You have become a 'Fog Shadow,' lasting for 5 seconds."


"Current remaining Soul Power is: 10/19."


"Divine Skill: Soul Shock did not cause you any harm."


There's actually something called "Divine Skill"?


If it weren't for the premonition of death having alerted me, I would probably be dead by now.


Wu Xiaode wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.


He gritted his teeth and looked up at the translucent monster on the ceiling.


The monster grabbed a handful of powder from the juncture between two palaces, sniffed it at its nose tip, and whispered:


"That's right… this is the Holy Power, damned Ulysses, what exactly are you trying to do?"


The monster turned its head to look up at the great hole, narrowing its eyes:


Chapter 147, Level ? (Additional update for Silver's Mysterious Little Arrow!)