3rd Person's POV
The Oriental Fighters continue on their journey, by now, they needed some HP. Some random thing blasted in front of them and they lost quite some HP.
"Oh look, a fiend!" Yelled Wanwan, pointing to a fiend (red buff). The Oriental Fighters dragged their tired feet to the fiend, with no energy to battle it. All except for Wanwan. Huh? Someone was already there. Wanwan jumped in delight and pounced over to steal the buff. "Sun, you cannot kill. You are a monk. No killing," a voice nagged. That guy, or should I say monkey, continued to attack the fiend. Wanwan took the last shot. "Oi! Who said you could take my buff?! You want to fight is it?" Screeched the monkey. "Bring it on," replied Wanwan, cracking her knuckles. Soon, a fight broke out. Darts were flying and sticks were..uh..how do you describe a stick in a fight? Anyways, the rest of the Oriental Fighters ran up to pull Wanwan away, however, she kept jumping here and there, so they kept chasing her here and there, unable to catch her. On the other hand, a monk was wearing red and sitting on a white horse accompanied with a mutated pig and a big guy with a very bushy moustache. Very bushy indeed. The monk kept nagging, "Stop fighting Sun, they do not put us in mortal danger. We cannot fight without a good reason. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop." "OH MY GOD COULD YOU SHUT UP MASTER?!" The monkey yelled at the monk. Everyone stared in awe. "Okay. Now we go. Leave these people alone," the monk said. The monk-monkey scowled, picked a flea out of his head, and followed his master to continue his journey. Every now and then he would look back, mouthing out the words, "I will get you next time."
Back to the Oriental Fighters. Wanwan suffered quite some injuries from the battle. Ling was the first one to catch her when she fell from the impact of the stick that managed to hit her despite her jumping. Ling, whose mobility was no match for anyone else's (But himself), jumped over to catch her. "Oof!" Went Wanwan when she landed in Ling's arms. "Uhh...Thank you?" She muttered. For some reason, Wanwan felt her cheeks heat up. Zilong and Baxia stood at the side watching, giggling amongst themselves like a group of girls who spot hot men. Ling and Wanwan shot daggers at them and Wanwan hopped off Ling, as if nothing had happened. Zilong went over to tease Ling, "Cute girl, huh?" "No, shut up," he replied. Zilong and Baxia could not stop giggling which drove Ling, Wanwan and Chang'e out of their skulls, and they all shot their weapons at them, just inches away from hitting them. They got the hint, and stopped giggling.
So they kept walking.
And walking.
And walking.
And getting into serious trouble they didn't bring upon themselves...or did they...
(A/N: Sorry for the late update (and crappy stories and English) people, I was taking my exams and I needed a break from all this examy thingies. I won't update as often so I would appreciate your patience.Thanks for supporting this book! Also, there will be an interview with the characters in this book so drop your questions for them in the comments below in the following format:
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Okie so once again, thanks for the support and I will try my best to answer the questions. Also do check out my other book about the random moments of the Oriental Fighters. Bai!)

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