Muscle Buddha tackled the Ironclad Sword Servant to the ground, quickly following with a bear hug, using his enormous body weight to pin it down.
"Beautiful!"
Xia Hongyao couldn't help but cheer. Muscle Buddha stood like a bear, fought like a tiger, and this time, his move was as swift and sleek as a top-class wrestling master, lifting weight as if it were nothing.
"Damn!"
Guo Zheng spat blood in envy. Wasn't that Muscle Buddha just too useful?
I want one so bad!
To wrestle with me every day!
Lin Baici made his move the moment Muscle Buddha pounced on the Ironclad Sword Servant. Holding a burning pine torch, he thrust it hard onto the Ironclad Sword Servant's head.
Indeed, the Ironclad Sword Servant's armor was not as easily set alight as wood, cloth, or flesh. It took about seven or eight seconds longer to catch flame.
