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!

The next morning, Li Fei arrived at the Martial Arts Hall as usual, hesitating whether to seek out Hao Yi.


Of course, he wouldn't blame Hao Yi simply because their philosophies differed or break off their training in a huff.


If he truly were a 17-year-old, he might have reacted impulsively, but Li Fei, having lived two lifetimes, had long passed that psychological stage.


He might quarrel with Hao Yi in a moment of anger, but he certainly wouldn't let that emotion linger for long.


Besides, he had already figured it out; since he wasn't planning to become a hero for the country and its people, there was no need to yearn for their acknowledgement and praise.


Li Fei was hesitating only because he wasn't sure if Hao Yi had cooled down yet.


After more than two months of interaction, Li Fei knew Hao Yi valued propriety highly. Although Hao Yi never verbalized it, Li Fei knew he was pleased with his consistent politeness and respect.


Chapter 96: The Sound of Drums and Bugles Chills the Air, Who Dares to Draw Their Sword?