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

Wu Xiaode squatted by the wall, carefully surveying his surroundings.


A group of young men and women walked past him.


These youngsters played and frolicked with each other, heading toward the noisy bar at the end of the street.


A young mother walked past Wu Xiaode, holding her son's hand and asking about his studies.


The sharp-looking office workers dressed in professional attire, carrying briefcases.


Was life in the Past Epoch so warm and ordinary?


The old man turned around, walked back, and tossed a few coins in front of Wu Xiaode.


After speaking, the old man shook his head and walked away.


He picked up the coins and looked at them.


They were coins he didn't recognize at all.


But then again, he never wanted to come to this past time in the first place.


Chapter 230: The Commission of the Sword Spirit!