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!

In a private room, Wang Bearded Man's lackey howled like a banshee.


"What the hell are you screeching about?"


Wang Bearded Man slapped the lackey on the head.


"It's just... too unexpected, isn't it? To actually see Tiger Swallowing Dragon, especially in this way."


The lackey chuckled sheepishly, his lips trying to curl into a smirk despite his best efforts to suppress it.


"Damn it, that Green-faced Ghost must be a formal Martial Artist. Before now, he had no reputation at all. How could someone like him be found by Liu Huahua? How can that bitch's luck be so good?"


Wang Bearded Man cursed furiously, "It's made me lose five hundred!"


The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and suddenly he turned to his lackey and asked,


"When you were watching the betting station today, did you see any of the 'Wolf Pack' guys?"


The lackey was startled and thought back carefully to the scene at the betting booth earlier, then said,


Chapter 69: Wolf Pack