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 Emperor had slept for forty minutes and was now awake.


Wearing a helmet connected to the central intelligence, he sat on the Dragon Throne, yawning and said,


Her back turned to them, Xia Huilan stared blankly at the screen, silent as if her spirit had wandered off elsewhere.


Xia Ni apologetically said, "Sorry, we'll be leaving in a moment."


"Haha, no worries, you're friends of Little Wu, and thus friends of mine, feel free to look around, take your time," the Emperor said with a dismissive wave of his hand.


"Brother Zhao, I have a favor to ask," Li Kunlun said, fist cupped in his other hand.


One was a man in his fifties, and the other a teenager, yet they spoke as peers, which seemed rather odd.


Chapter 173: The Two Phases of Reality and Illusion