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

The massive main pillar in front of the vanguard snapped into three pieces with a loud crash, the heavy pieces of wood clattering and rolling into the center of the hall, raising clouds of dust.

With one support gone, the entire hall swayed, and the chandeliers creaked.

Hai Wuliang suddenly sprang up from his seat, the car lights flashing in shock.

"I was only 60% sure it was you before, but now... 80%!"

He paused, a hint of self-deprecation in his voice, "To say 80% would be me being modest."

"It's like cutting off a pillar for no reason!!"

The police cars with colorful paint schemes next to them all shook their heads.

The vanguard was overjoyed, not expecting that anyone would trust him, but their next words made him even angrier.

"Palace Master, in my opinion, it's 100% certain."

"Ah!!" The vanguard's roar almost lifted the roof off.

He didn't expect that the more he explained, the more it sounded like he was trying to cover up his own guilty conscience.

He charged forward three steps, using the car body to shove away the surrounding gazes, and then rushed to Hai Wuliang's side, his voice filled with a resolute determination to go all out.

"I swear on the life of my most beloved master, if I have really wronged anyone, may my master suffer a terrible death!"

"As you all know, my master is more important to me than my own life!"

"This oath is a hundred times, a thousand times heavier than betting my own life!"

Hai Wuliang's originally taut body suddenly shuddered, and only when he heard the second half of the sentence did the taut lines relax slightly.

He recalled how the vanguard had always been loud and boisterous since childhood, yet always referred to his "master," and his trust in this apprentice quietly grew a little stronger.

These days, some cars may look carefree on the surface, but they're actually more cautious than anyone else. Like my own apprentice.

Maybe that's just his personality.

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying a barely perceptible emotion: "Vanguard, I believe in you this time."

The vanguard seemed to have lost all his strength in an instant, and with a "thud," he knelt down on the ground and bowed deeply to Hai Wuliang, causing the tires of the car to tremble slightly.

"Thank you, Master! I will never let you down!"

Hai Wuliang nodded deeply, a warm current surging from under the hood, his eyes even feeling hot.

For some reason, a slight, sharp pain suddenly shot through the engine, so quick it was like an illusion, and it disappeared in an instant.

He composed himself and turned to look at the young cars below.

The little ones saw that the temple master had relented.

The vanguard even staked on his most respected mentor.

That earnest demeanor didn't seem fake; in the way he looked at the vanguard, doubt was gradually replaced by trust.

Even the vanguard was moved.

"That scumbag must be someone else!"

Time City, a famous used car market.

Wind and Fire Wheels sidled up to Thunderbolt and boasted to Lolo, "There's definitely no Thunderbolt, the number one general of Time City, in that pit."

"Because he is incredibly capable, extremely righteous, and listens to advice."

Thunderbolt smiled shyly: "I'm not that perfect."

Lolo seemed to be deep in thought.

Within the city of energy.

The master and apprentice, Tornado and his master, looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"I never thought there would be such a jerk among us motorcycle enthusiasts, but whether or not there's a Super Robot Wars King, it makes no difference to us!?"

"Because our energy supply is the safest and most robust, and we have central missiles that no one can breach!"

Tornado wholeheartedly agreed: "Master, you're right."

Far away in a snowy city.

Countless snowflakes fell.

It landed.

The first general in the city was on the supersonic aircraft.

Supersonic snorted angrily: "So what if there are bad bastards among the motorcycle community!?"

"What is Mech Warrior King anyway!?"

"I don't need anyone to control me."

"But before Master died, he said that if Mech King controlled us, it would greatly increase our combat power. He also told us to go to Energy City to explain."

"Our two cities are now one."

"Let's fight together, Tyrannosaurus God and the others."

Supersonic coldly replied, "No need, you have me, that's enough!"

Just as this group of motorcyclists were discussing who the real scumbag was...

Beast Clan.

Tiger King, who was in the early stages of the timeline, laughed: "So the legendary fierce battle really happened? But the more pitfalls they create, the happier I am."

"That way I can rule them."

Another place.

Wild Gorilla: "I don't care if they're bastards or not, I just want to know if the motorcycle tribe will learn that legendary move that can counter me."

"I really want to test their ultimate move."

"Experience the thrill of battle."

at the same time.

Tyrannosaurus God slowly rose from his dragon throne: "Since the Motorbike Team has a Warrior King, then my Beast Race should have one too!"

"I wonder if all the Mech Warriors are the legendary strategists who can plan and win battles from afar, and are all incredibly intelligent."

The Purple Dragon Beast asked, "Marshal, since having a car can be a real pain, does that mean Mech Warrior King also has one?"

"Probably not." Tyrannosaurus God was somewhat uncertain.

[While they were thinking.]

The image on the screen slowly rotates.

[It's precisely because there are so many terrible people that Lolo, with her exceptional skills, made the list.]

Let's take a look at the four biggest pitfalls of motorcyclists.

[Fourth place.]

[It was precisely because of netizens' jokes that he liked to secretly watch car wash videos at car washes, and they even teased him for liking the "Thunderbolt" of Su Qi's exhaust fumes!]

As soon as these words came out.

The entire City of Time was in an uproar.

"How could Thunderbolt be a liar!?"

"He is honest and kind, and he would never watch other car wash videos."

"Yes, yes." The secondhand car dealers in Time City didn't understand.

Even Thunderbolt himself couldn't understand: "I've never tricked anyone before?!"

"How did I get on the list!?"

However, the atmosphere at the Temple of the Moon was quite different.

The vanguard spun around in the main hall, its exhaust fumes billowing out from behind it.

He exuded a triumphant and comfortable feeling: "Brothers, Master, you see! I told you I wasn't involved."

He transformed into human form and patted the hood of the car triumphantly: "This canopy has finally proven me right!"

"I'm a genius, how could I possibly cheat people?!" The arrogance in his voice was almost overflowing.

He then moved closer to Hai Wuliang, his tone tinged with a smug sense of pride.

"And Master, you originally told me to find this idiot to practice our combined attack techniques to fight off the tiger!"

"I told you I didn't need to do it myself. With a jerk like this next to me, I probably wouldn't even know how I died."

Hai Wuliang was beginning to doubt himself: "Could I really have been wrong!?"

Chapter 88 Thunderbolt was so badly beaten that smoke billowed out, leaving all realms stunned.

[The sky suddenly darkens, and amidst the interplay of light and shadow, the camera abruptly shifts.]

On the rugged mountain road, the Thunderbolt engine roared, and the vehicle sped forward, whipping up a powerful wind.

The rubber tires sped on relentlessly, kicking up pebbles and dust along the way.

【Just then. 】

In the shadows, an unpainted, pure black iron beast suddenly curled into a ball, like a basketball, and silently followed the Human Torch.

【Take a guess.】

[The top general of Time City faces off against such an unremarkable grunt—who will emerge victorious?!]

The world of Qin Dynasty.

Xianyang City.

main hall.

Everyone looked at the sky and this question arose.

The discussion suddenly turned into something both funny and absurd.

Meng Tian laughed loudly: "Is it even necessary to ask such a stupid question as the top general facing off against a lowly soldier?!"

"The top generals are all top-notch figures, each one a hero who can easily kill a hundred people with a single sword strike."

"A mere grunt would probably only take three moves to defeat."

When saying this.

Meng Tian's eyes held a certain confidence, which was already a rather modest assessment.

Li Xin, who was listening nearby, burst into laughter and patted Meng Tian's shoulder heavily: "Three moves? Isn't that too insulting to the number one general?!"

"No, comparing a lowly soldier to a general is an insult to the general!"

"At most one move."

"Besides, a soldier who can withstand three moves from a general can hardly be called a ragtag soldier. He's already an elite member of the elite troops."

The discussion inside the hall grew increasingly heated, and even the personal guards standing around couldn't help but prick up their ears, their faces showing a hint of curiosity.

at this time.

Ying Zheng, who had been silent all along, frowned slightly.

He tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, and the people discussing below lowered their heads and fell silent.

His gaze swept over the two who were arguing incessantly.

If it were truly as certain as they say, why would Tianmu have bothered to raise this question?

There must be something fishy going on here.

Perhaps, this seemingly insignificant soldier is actually exceptionally powerful?

Or perhaps, he is a hidden genius with extraordinary talent?

after all.

That pure black color... In his mind, black has always been a symbol of the highest nobility, even surpassing red.