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 monster extended a pitch-black, sharp bone finger and placed it on the forehead of the middle-aged man.


Just as the monster was about to act, it did not anticipate a sword beam flying towards it from behind.


In a flash, it disappeared from where it was and reappeared behind Wu Xiaode who had just swung his sword, grabbed him, and sniffed him in front of its nose.


"Ah... how nostalgic, this is the scent of a bygone Epoch."


"But it is not the target I am looking for."


The monster regretfully tossed him aside—


Wu Xiaode was thrown out, crashing into the ground and creating a large pit.


The monster seemed somewhat listless and said to the middle-aged man, "You, come here."


The middle-aged man found that he had regained his ability to move.


He was about to muster his Power to strike, but the monster gently grabbed him and pulled him directly in front of it.


"I remember teaching every parallel world the method to create 'Death God'. Why haven't you created it?"


Chapter 226: Prisoner and Key!_3