What Is This, All Your Strength?

Liu Wuxiu felt that he and Valentine would definitely have plenty in common.

Maybe they could slaughter a chicken and burn yellow paper, becoming sworn brothers—not asking to be born on the same year, month, and day, but asking to die on the same year, month, and day.

They were natural allies.

Valentine's three battle spirits were just like Zhuge Liang: despite looking utterly ridiculous, they were extremely powerful in combat.

Vampire hunter Lincoln fought Shuten-doji alone and held the upper hand. Shuten-doji's injuries were a factor.

But even if he had not been injured, the two were probably evenly matched.

The bombs in Nobel's hands flew out like they cost nothing, wildly raining down on Qin Wushuang. Flames and thick smoke completely engulfed him.

The tremors and thunderous booms of the explosions echoed without end.

Yet they were strangely confined within the bounds of the entire park, never spreading beyond it. Instead, they affected every enemy on the battlefield.

Qin Wushuang should have been able to protect himself with that massive shield of his, but for the moment, he could not charge out of the flames either. Nobel had him firmly suppressed.

On Falling Cherry Divine Axe Washington's side, however, things were somewhat beyond Valentine's expectations.

Unlike Lincoln, Washington did not display any formidable close-quarters combat ability. He merely stood beside Valentine with one hand extended, occasionally waving it.

That axe danced through the air, spinning as it chopped toward Tang Luo's head.

Tang Luo turned the Mystic Transformation Umbrella, its canopy blocking the flying axe and knocking it away.

The flying axe rebounded into the air, then came at Tang Luo again from another angle.

It was deflected again by the Mystic Transformation Umbrella.

Tang Luo simply stood where he was, casually moving the Mystic Transformation Umbrella. Every