Bang! The huge wooden club slammed heavily into the ground, kicking up a thick cloud of dust.
Then the heavy club was raised high again and brought crashing down.
Supported by Bai Lingmiao, Li Huowang stood to one side watching Fool swing the wooden club.
Though the wound on his neck had yet to heal, after several days of lying around like a corpse recovering, he could barely stand again.
"Harder! Smash it harder!" Li Huowang shouted from the side.
By the campfire, Lu Zhuangyuan walked over with two coarse-grain steamed buns, smiling amiably. "Little Daoist Master, what are you doing? You're making quite a commotion."
With every blow, the surrounding woods and shrubs were smashed into a complete mess.
"Hehe, nothing much. It'd be a waste to keep such a big fellow around just to carry people and haul luggage. I'm training him."
"Ah, that's good, that's good." Lu Zhuangyuan nodded as he backed away.
Li Huowang turned his gaze back to Fool, who stood bare-chested before him, sweat pouring down his body.
This guy might not have much of a brain, but his body really was impressive, Li Huowang thought as he looked at his broad back and powerful waist.
"With a build like that, he might not be good for much else, but dealing with ordinary bandits should be enough."
That was Li Huowang's plan. He needed to strengthen his group. He could not keep relying solely on Lord You and Danyangzi, methods with such enormous side effects. Even if he did not understand this world's mystical arts, he still knew the most primitive way.
Never mind whether it was barbaric or not—having it was better than having nothing.
Not only could Fool assist when they encountered enemies in the future, he could also stand guard whenever