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!

Cheng Bi shouted toward the side courtyard.


There was no response from the side courtyard.


Cheng Bi no longer waited and made a hand gesture.


Two members of the City Guard Army, wearing heavy armor, kicked open the courtyard door and rushed in first, with the others following in succession.


In the side courtyard, a middle-aged man dressed in a deep azure robe was sitting and drinking wine.


This man was Li Shengjiang, the Hall Master of the Martial Arts Hall.


Li Shengjiang acted as if he saw nothing as people burst into the side courtyard, pouring himself another cup of wine, downing it in one gulp, and continuing to pour...


Cheng Bi walked toward him and stopped ten meters away, speaking leisurely,


"I can wait for you to finish that pot of wine, which might be the last you'll drink in this lifetime. Take your time, no rush."


Li Shengjiang downed another cup of wine, finally not pouring any more for himself.


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