Iron Buddha (4k words, please vote!)

Twelfth Madam gave Li Xiuwen a strange look. "You got blown up by a grenade?"

Li Xiuwen lifted his torn training clothes and pointed to the battered bulletproof vest underneath. Still shaken, he said, "It was dangerous. Luckily, I was wearing a bulletproof vest. I kicked the grenade away, too, so I didn't take the blast head-on. Otherwise, I'd have died right there. Still, I suffered some internal injuries in that fight. I'll need time to recover."

He wasn't injured, but he might need to do something soon. Letting everyone know he was "recovering" would make it easier.

Twelfth Madam thought, ...

Twelfth Madam had only heard Little Loudspeaker say that Li Xiuwen was a little timid and afraid of dying.

But someone in a gang wearing a bulletproof vest? That was a first.

It made him safer, but it also hampered his movements. Many Martial Artists would disdain wearing one.

That was A Wen for you.

Before long, Little Loudspeaker and Pretty-Toothed Kid hurried over.

Seeing A Wen unharmed, Little Loudspeaker sighed in relief and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

She opened her palm to reveal a grenade fragment. Eyes red and lips pursed, she said, "Handsome! I thought you'd been blown to bits! Why didn't you wait for me? I got lost!"

A Martial Artist admitting she had gotten lost with such righteous indignation—only Little Loudspeaker could do that.

Li Xiuwen said helplessly, "I'm a living, breathing person. Unless I'm trapped, of course I'll dodge when I see a grenade."

Pretty-Toothed Kid looked at He Sheng's head and couldn't help shivering. "A Wen, you killed him by yourself?"

How had A Wen, who had only just entered Python Muscle, killed someone at Python Muscle Peak?

So with enough Comprehension, he could really do whatever the