Chinese comics review: The waste Huo Linfei is actually an oversized monster

"Take this!"

[The Orange Warrior slowly raised its longsword, facing the three charging grunt mechs.]

A sword swept out horizontally.

[The first, minor mech to charge in.]

[I haven't reacted yet.]

[The mech shattered.]

They felt like the sky had fallen.

[I was just about to run away.]

[The Orange Warrior's foot has already stepped over.]

[After a scream.]

That's it.

"He's incredibly strong; I, Yiguo, am no match for him."

The remaining grunt mech, seeing the situation was dire, turned and fled.

[Xiangcheng Zhanbao slightly raised his arm, nimbly drawing the energy gun from his waist, and his knuckles pulled the trigger.]

【Bang!!】

The orange-red energy bullet, enveloped in scorching air, burst forth from the muzzle, hurtling towards its target with a sharp whistling sound.

The bullet was still flying through the air, not yet reaching the grunt mech.

[The Orange Warrior suddenly turned around, its cold gaze fixed on the Demon King.]

The Demon King tilted his machine slightly, his tone filled with undisguised disdain: "Truly confident."

"Be careful not to end up looking like a fool instead of showing off."

[Xiangcheng Zhanbao let out a cold laugh, laced with killing intent: "Die!"]

【The words haven’t finished yet.】

A loud bang exploded!

The orange bullet struck the grunt mech squarely between the eyebrows.

[This is also where the energy core is located!]

【boom! ! 】

A blinding orange light suddenly erupted, instantly tearing the mech to shreds. The sugarcane soldier inside screamed as he crashed to the ground.

The pupils of the surrounding soldiers contracted sharply, their arms, still holding weapons, froze in mid-air.

[Gazing at the still-smoking wreckage of the mechs.]

Not a single one dared to take another step forward!

Fruit Ninja World.

Chengjia Village.

Orange Fragrance's parents stared in horror at the Strawberry Swordsman rushing towards them, radiating murderous intent.

Even though Orange's father was a grown man, he was filled with fear.

But he did not hesitate to step forward and stand in front of his wife.

He took a trembling step forward, his voice filled with fear, and asked, "What...what do you want to do?!"

The Strawberry Swordsman's murderous intent vanished instantly, replaced by a trembling smile.

He glanced nervously at the orange fragrance on the sky.

md.

I never expected that this kid would survive a sword piercing his heart and even awaken.

That's fucking ridiculous.

And he looks stronger than the other two.

If I were to harm his parents, wouldn't I be courting death?

Think of this.

Strawberry Swordsman knelt down with a thud, took out a cloth, and began to wipe Orange Fragrance's father's feet.

"Hehe... I suddenly remembered that there are still some things I haven't taken care of."

As he spoke, he wiped even more diligently.

"How is it? Does this feel good?!"

As Cheng Liuxiang's father felt the strength in the Strawberry Swordsman's hand, he said softly, "Hmm... comfortable."

The words fell.

His gaze slowly shifted to the sky, fixed on his son who was growing ever stronger.

His eyes were full of love and worry: "My child, I only hope that you can live a peaceful and safe life."

Just as he was worrying.

[Inside the sky.]

[The Demon King's crimson eyes were fixed on the Orange Battle Treasure opposite him, his killing intent almost tangible.]

His metallic voice carried a hint of amusement: "Not bad at all!"

"What's his demeanor like?!"

"Enough with the nonsense!?" The tip of Orange Battle Treasure's sword trembled slightly as it pointed at the Demon King opposite it and roared, "Surrender and you'll live?!"

"Orange Fragrance, you're too arrogant!!"

"Don't you know I have superhuman arms?!"

[The Demon King raised his thick, tower-like right arm and fiercely turned the mechanism on the chest of the Orange Battle Treasure: "Die!"]

[Buzz! !]

The muzzle of the Qilin Arm suddenly glowed red.

A missile, enveloped in heat, roared out, its exhaust trail distorting through the air, hurtling towards the enemy with a piercing shriek.

[Xiangcheng Zhanbao's eyes sharpened, and with a flick of his wrist, his longsword slashed out, "Break!"]

The sharp blade precisely struck the missile's midsection.

With a deafening roar, the missile's outer casing shattered instantly, sending scalding fragments raining down to the ground.

Just as Orange Blossom was about to finish her attack, she caught a glimpse of a faster, darker figure darting out of the dust.

The small missile, encased in debris and trailing a miniature plume of flame, hurtled straight towards his face, grazing through the gaps in the shrapnel!

[“Oh no!”]

His heart tightened, and he hastily raised his sword to parry.

[Clang! The longsword and the small missile collided violently, the ear-piercing metallic scraping sound sending chills down one's spine. The immense impact forced Cheng Liuxiang to stagger backward.]

His heels dug two deep furrows in the ground before he could barely stop himself.

[The moment the small missile was deflected.]

The Demon King's laughter boomed like thunder: "You think this is over?"

"You've only seen the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the power of the Qilin Arm!"

He swung his right arm forward suddenly, a powerful, rapid rotation.

Countless sharp spikes sprang out from the gaps in the metal.

Countless sharp spikes, gleaming with a cold light, shot towards the Orange Battle Treasure.

He dared not be careless; his longsword danced before him, forming an impenetrable net of blades, the clanging sounds of their weapons clashing incessantly.

But just as he was parrying with all his might...

Suddenly, the Demon King lunged forward, his steel claws whistling as they clawed at his weakness: "You think you can win in close combat?"

[Unfazed by the danger, Xiangcheng Zhanbao forcefully pushed off the ground with his left foot, spinning half a circle in the air, and smoothly slashed back with his longsword.]

"Try this trick of mine."

The orange-yellow sword light grazed the Demon King's neck.

[A string of sparks flew.]

[The Demon King staggered back in pain, only to see the blade of the Orange Battle Treasure suddenly glow with an orange-gold light.]

"This sword strike is called 'Heavenly Flying Immortal!'!"

The longsword slashed down with the force to shatter the ground, and the Demon King hurriedly raised his arm to block it.

With a loud clang, he was so shocked that he fell to one knee.

A clear sword mark appeared on the Qilin arm.

The tip of the orange-scented sword was pointed directly at his throat, and sweat dripped down his chin from his shifty eyes.

"Holy crap, you're cheating!"

[The Demon King exclaimed in shock, and Lu Xiaoguo and Pineapple Snow also rushed over.]

Just as he was about to show off...

[The Demon King exploded with a deafening roar, and the shifty-eyed creature inside was blasted out by the shockwave, soaring into the sky: "I will definitely be back!"]

"When we meet again, it's still uncertain who will win!"

Grey Wolf: "Why did he steal my lines?!"

Dongfang Bubai: "I gave you a cheat code, and you still can't beat a mere Xiangcheng Zhanbao."

"What a noob."

"It's just a single mech, is it really that strong?!"

"When he meets me, I'll show him what the strongest single-unit mech is!"

Dongfang Bubai wasn't bragging; he was indeed the second best in the world.

He has this confidence.

At this time...

[The sky slowly spoke: "This is merely one of the most insignificant battles of the life-risking Orange Battle Treasure!!!"]

Chapter 122 The World Champion Arrives

Fruit Ninja World.

Huaguoshan.

The fifth floor.

Dongfang Bubai suddenly sprang up from his seat, his exclamation piercing the air: "What?!"

"Defeating the Demon King, who was equipped with the Qilin Arm and whose strength increased tenfold, was just a trivial battle for him?!"

His fingertips trembled slightly, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Could it be... that he's hiding an even more astonishing battle?!"

Thoughts swirled within him.

Dongfang Bubai's eyes suddenly darkened, his gaze sweeping over the four villains below like a cold blade.

The leader, known as "No Thief Under Heaven," held a round fan and exuded an air of composure.

The horizontal scar on the second son's face, a traitorous official, gleamed coldly in the shadows.

The third brother, who is the tallest and looks a bit like a "world champion," also recognized a thief as his father.