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

Taking advantage of the moment when the Blood Youth had embraced the Mother of All Things, Wu Xiaode surreptitiously glanced at the Void.


The Book of the Dead floated in mid-air, revealing row upon row of tiny ice crystal text:


"The flow of time in the 'Virtual World' cannot be shaken, reversed, or converted."


"You have the final 3 minutes and 59 seconds."


An intense murderous intention radiated from Wu Xiaode.


A forbidden being that detested all living creatures had no choice but to obey him because of the bonds of Causality Law, yet it ended up betraying him.


A World Will that should have been about mutual aid and benefit, due to arrogance, selfishness, and self-importance, had played itself.


And there was a Demon Lord whose love game was about to be lost—


Chapter 480: A Battle!