The Pen That Can't Fly

In the twenty-seventh year of Hong Guang, the allied forces of seven nations invaded the Great Blue Dynasty.
Rifled muskets, mortars, and armored vehicles combined into a steel tide, were ultimately shattered by the Great Blue's armored cavalry.
Muscle, magic, firearms, cannons... the new and the old powers continuously collided.
In an era of great strife, Li Fei, with the help of a Ten Thousand Blood Bead, gradually became an existence akin to a BOSS:
'Is this the extent of your damage? You haven't even taken off one-thousandth of my health.'
'You don't think this is enough to kill me, do you?'
'Don't rush, the second phase is up next!'
......

This Martial Saint's Health Bar is Too Thick!

Tonight, Dragon General Ling Yong stepped out of the tunnel with the ninety-seven-pound Black Steel Coiling Dragon Stick and entered the competition arena.


This Body Breaking Peak Martial Artist stood at 183 centimeters tall, his upper body bare, revealing muscles solid as rock.


Combatants would undergo an inspection before entering the arena, forbidden from carrying anything other than their designated weapon and wearing any protective gear.


Since tonight was a weapon fight, wearing clothes didn't really make a difference, so Steel Bear and Black Blade, like Ling Yong, were also bare-chested.


Only Li Fei wore a mask and donned a black martial robe, wrapping himself up tightly.


But he certainly couldn't wear the anti-stabbing clothes inside, nor did he carry the lime powder, just a single garment and a steel knife.


Chapter 67 Tiger Power