Chapter 97: Explosion_2

Standing in the corner as an observer, Li Cheng inwardly praised the professionalism. At times like this, one cannot simply do nothing, but he didn't want to take action, so the only choice left was...

"Stop!"

Li Cheng, holding the 170 Straight Blade, took two steps forward and just as he entered the combat range, he suddenly flung the blade upwards as if it were spring-loaded, then staggered several steps backward with a pale face, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Little Red Riding Hood quickly asked with concern, "Mr. Ant, are you alright?!"

"I'm fine, just suffering from some old wounds that haven't healed, wounds from battling dozens of mutant beasts alone to escort a group of vegetarian/environmentalist/animal rights/transgender/depressed/childhood trauma/minority/disabled/terminally ill/overweight orphans across the wasteland to their guardians."