Chapter 1243 — The Americans Who Went Off Track
"Mm-hmm!~"
Li Bai shrugged and accepted the blame without a hint of protest.
He'd eaten so many things in his life, how could he possibly keep track?
"Just as I thought!"
Elisa was even more certain now.
The strength behind Li Bai's casual swipe was terrifying. He was practically a humanoid monster—no one could withstand a single blow from him.
Those half-baked idiots had nearly ruined everything for her.
Compared to Elisa, most of the people she'd brought along were half-baked. She hadn't expected them to lose their minds just from a few words from Li Bai.
"Are you going to keep this up? You're the only one left. If you're going to fight, hurry up. I'm in a rush."
Li Bai rubbed his wrist and looked at Elisa.
His raw strength alone wasn't enough to knock these hulking men unconscious, but with a little Gang Qi, he could easily rattle their fragile brains. One slap was enough to leave them stunned. It didn't take any skill at all.
"Who exactly are you?"
Elisa couldn't help taking a step back in fright. She was even less able to figure out the young Chinese man in front of her.
The United States had been secretly investigating the mysterious monsters that had appeared in Africa.
Only recently had they made some progress. They learned the monsters were called "Armored Nightmares," which was a pretty apt name.
After a rain-praying ceremony where more than a dozen native tribes joined forces with the Chinese had been thrown into chaos by three Armored Nightmares, resulting in heavy casualties, one of the monsters' foreclaws had been left behind. That prompted the Americans to focus some of their attention on Li Bai—or, more precisely, on his Great Sword.