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!

Wei Ge looked at Li Fei with some astonishment.


Just now, his strike had been casual, but it wasn't something just anyone could block.


"A student from the Martial Arts Hall? Your saber technique isn't bad."


Wei Ge looked at the black short shirt Li Fei wore, which bore the emblem of the Martial Arts Hall, and he spoke.


Li Fei didn't answer the question; instead, he held his saber horizontally in front of him, assuming a defensive stance.


Li Lei was in a panic from behind and about to step forward to pull Li Fei back.


He was wearing the uniform of the Inspectorate with the insignia of a Captain on his shoulder, so he was confident that Wei Ge wouldn't dare kill him.


Chapter 107: The Tiger Comes Down the Mountain, Shaking the Long Street