thefictionvixens Chapter 62 Burn, Flames!
Chapter 62 Burn, Flames!
Chapter 62 Burn, Flames!
boom!!!
The violent explosion completely engulfed the little Vulcan!
Crimson flames surged, completely engulfing his figure, and terrifying explosions echoed throughout the entire area!
"Ha, fire against fire? This is going to be interesting."
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The old master outside the arena squinted, stroked his beard, and chuckled.
In the domestic world of supernatural beings, when it comes to playing with fire, if Huo Dezong claims to be second, then no one dares to claim to be first.
If their most prized disciple, Little Fire God, were to be defeated head-on in the very path of fire that they were so proud of, then the Fire Virtue Sect would lose face big time.
At this moment, the smoke in the area where Lu Xiaobai was located was the first to dissipate.
Chen Sanyi and Hu Xueling, who were in the same group, looked completely shaken. They knew that if the little fire god's unstoppable fireball had actually hit them, they would have been seriously injured.
But at this moment, a layer of flame shield, flowing with pale golden runes and seemingly thin yet indestructible, was enveloping them, not only absorbing most of the impact but also isolating them from the raging high temperature in the center of the arena.
"If you don't want to get hurt, then get off."
A calm, cold voice came from behind them; it was Lu Xiaobai's well-intentioned reminder.
"roar--!!!"
Just then, a furious roar suddenly erupted from the sea of fire that had devoured the little fire god!
An even hotter and more violent shockwave exploded out, instantly dispelling the thick smoke and flames that enveloped him!
The figure of the little fire god reappeared.
His upper body clothing had been completely burned, and a patch of charred burns on his bare chest was sizzling and emitting blue smoke, a shocking sight.
Given his extraordinary resistance to fire, the fact that he was injured to such an extent completely ignited his anger and fighting spirit!
Chen Sanyi and Hu Xueling exchanged a glance, both seeing horror in each other's eyes.
The two people in front of them have a level of control over fire that is far beyond their own. This arena is definitely not a place for them to stay!
"Thank you for your help! We concede!"
Without hesitation, the two bowed deeply to Lu Xiaobai, expressing their gratitude for his shield, and then quickly ran off the stage, escaping the dangerous battlefield.
"Ha! Hahahaha!"
The little fire god didn't care about the two's escape. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Lu Xiaobai, his chest heaving violently, his face a mixture of anger and extreme excitement at meeting a worthy opponent.
"I never expected this! I really never expected it! You're someone who plays with fire too! And you're so good at it!"
"Great! That's fantastic! You've really ignited my passion!"
The flames around the little fire god rose again as his emotions surged.
Lu Xiaobai neither confirmed nor denied this. Whether it was the elemental magic theory he had studied in his student days or the countless magical experiments he had conducted later, fire was indeed the area he was most familiar with and had mastered the most types of.
Compared to the pure, blazing red flames of the Little God of Fire, the "fire seeds" he collects and controls are incredibly diverse.
For example, a year ago, he traded countless potions with a friend from another world for a strange low-temperature flame called "Bone Cold Flame," which he has recently basically analyzed and mastered.
At this moment, using this little Vulcan to test its quality seems just right.
"Not going to say anything?"
Seeing that Lu Xiaobai remained silent, the little fire god stomped his foot in frustration, melting a small pit in the ground with the high temperature.
"Hmph! You're such a silent type—"
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"I'm totally not suited to playing with fire! Fire should be spectacular!"
Before he finished speaking, the little Vulcan's muscles bulged, his skin instantly turned a deep, dark red like a red-hot iron, and his eyes were completely enveloped in raging flames!
A violent aura erupted, clearly indicating that some secret technique had been used to greatly enhance its power!
"Come and fight!" he roared, his fists wrapped in solidified lava fire. His figure was as fast as a red lightning bolt, with a shrill sound that tore through the air. In an instant, he rushed in front of Lu Xiaobai, and his flaming fists the size of a casserole dish slammed into the opponent's face!
Buzz!
"Time-space teleportation!"
Just as the fist was about to touch his nose, a transparent, ripple-like space spread out from where Lu Xiaobai was standing, like the surface of water where a pebble had been thrown in.
His figure vanished into thin air as if erased by an eraser!
The next moment, Lu Xiaobai had silently appeared at the starting point where Little Fire God had launched his charge.
"Cursed Ember: Legion".
"6
Lu Xiaobai held his palm out to the little fire god with his back to him, uttering clear and cold syllables.
Whoosh—!
Countless sparks, no bigger than a fingernail but emitting an ominous, eerie blue light, like an enraged swarm of bees or a torrential rain of fire, instantly filled all the dodging space behind the little fire god!
Its range is so vast and its speed so fast that there is simply no way to dodge it!
"What?!" Little Vulcan felt a terrifying heat and a needle-like chilling curse coming from his back. He turned around in horror, only having time to frantically pour all his Qi into his arms and cross them to protect his head and face!
Crackling sounds! Pfft!
A series of rapid, drum-like explosions rang out!
Each spark that struck his body or protective barrier exploded into a small ball of viscous, burning cursed fire, constantly devouring what was gathered on his skin or scorching his body.
In the blink of an eye, the little fire god's figure was once again engulfed by a strange blue-purple sea of fire!
"Hehe," the old master in the audience shook his head and chuckled.
"This kid, still the same as always. He could easily finish the job in one move, but he insists on using strength far inferior to his opponent to stall, treating them like a teaching aid."
He knew Lu Xiaobai too well. If it were a life-or-death battle, the special version of the "fireball" that was sent back at the beginning would be enough to completely disable the little fire god.
"It's obvious that this kid is probably using his opponent as part of an experimental lesson again."
The old master smiled knowingly. "After all, he certainly caused quite a bit of trouble while he was in England."
"Just this once!"
The old master stroked his beard, a hint of curiosity and a barely perceptible mischievousness in his eyes. "Even I don't know what 'mischievous' thing this kid's plotting this time."
"After all, some fundamental things are almost impossible to change."
He muttered to himself, his voice tinged with nostalgia, "Like that little bit of cunning that this kid has had since he was a child—well, a slightly scheming personality."
This specifically refers to the Minister of Magic!
"I've been completely seen through. We're both involved in playing with fire, so how come there's such a huge difference in our intelligence?"
In the front row of the audience below, Zhuge Qing, with his hands in his pockets, sighed "regretfully" at a volume just loud enough for the arena to hear.
"Zhuge Qing! You damned, stinking fox!!!"
From within the flames came the furious roar of the little fire god.
He forcefully dispersed the blue-purple cursed flames, revealing his disheveled figure. His entire body was charred black, with only a pair of trousers with a hole burned in them barely covering his body. His hair and eyebrows were curled and smoking, but the fighting spirit in his eyes burned even brighter!
He glared fiercely at the leisurely Zhuge Qing below the stage: "Once I've dealt with him, you're next! Watch out, I'll singe your fox fur into curls!"
Zhuge Qing shrugged, feigning surprise: "Oh dear, I'll be waiting for that. But before that, you'd better think about how to explain this to your sect—if the future hope of the Fire Virtue Sect is burned to a crisp today and only has his underwear left... tsk tsk."
"Hmph!!" The little Vulcan forcibly suppressed his anger, his bloodshot eyes fixed back on Lu Xiaobai. He took a few heavy breaths, then suddenly tapped his temple with his ash-covered fingers, giving him a "I finally figured it out" look, and roared, "Hey! You! You're not a superhuman from our country, are you? You're not using our stuff either! Am I right?"
Seeing that Lu Xiaobai still didn't react, he became even more convinced of his "wisdom," and proudly raised his chin: "That's right! I knew something was wrong after the first hit!"
"And that shield and the shower of sparks just now—this tactic is exactly the same as those European mages I used to beat up! Stop pretending! You're just a fire-wielding mage!"
He suddenly spread his arms wide, striking an extremely exaggerated "provocative" pose, and even beckoned his finger to Lu Xiaobai: "Come on! Take out that precious magic wand of yours that looks like a chopstick!"
"Let's stop dawdling and settle this with one decisive blow! Let everyone see what's what!" He felt incredibly clever, having finally exposed his opponent's "true colors."
The little fire god's words were like cold water being poured into boiling oil, instantly igniting a discussion among the audience!
In fact, many discerning people had already noticed the difference in Lu Xiaobai's spellcasting methods. The energy mobilization in his every move, the speed and form of the spell's formation, were quite different from the traditional way of using "".
In this era of increasingly frequent international exchanges, there are always some people with special abilities who frequently come into contact with their foreign counterparts, and all sorts of "magicians" are undoubtedly one of the foreign groups of people with special abilities they interact with the most.
The only thing they couldn't be sure of was:
Almost all foreign magicians carry a short, uniquely shaped "magic wand".
This thing is practically their lifeline for magicians!
It not only provides various spell amplifications but also greatly accelerates the casting process, and is an indispensable casting medium for the vast majority of powerful spells.
If a magic wand is lost or damaged, a magician's power is often greatly reduced.
This dependence is so great that when other supernatural beings from other countries joke about it, they often refer to these magicians as "conductors of the supernatural world"—just like conductors in an opera house who wave small batons and lead a huge orchestra. Without that small baton, the entire orchestra might fall into chaos.
"Pfft—hahaha! Chopsticks? Magic wand? Oh no, I can't take it anymore—"
Xu Si, who was in the spectator area, laughed so hard he rolled off his chair and pounded the floor. "If Xiao Bai really took out that big stick that's even taller than him, Little Vulcan would probably be blasted to smithereens in an instant!"
Xu Si laughed until tears streamed down his face!
That makes sense, after all, since returning to China, Lu Xiaobai hasn't used a single truly powerful attack spell!
Zhang Chulan and Xu San were also holding back their anger, their faces turning red and their shoulders shaking.
On the Lu family's side, a burst of suppressed laughter erupted, and everyone looked at Little Fire God with strange eyes.
In the center of the arena.
Seeing that Lu Xiaobai still had no reaction to his "wise" deduction and "bold" challenge, and didn't even flinch, the straightforward Little Fire God felt a surge of evil fire rush to the top of his head!
Fine, fine! You're completely treating me like I'm not human anymore, aren't you?
"Hmph! You look down on me, huh? Then take my ultimate move!"
The little fire god's expression turned solemn. He let out a low roar, and the remaining flames on his body frantically gathered and compressed between his palms! A blinding white light erupted from his palms, and a terrifyingly high temperature instantly spread out, even the ground beneath his feet began to redden and soften slightly!
Lu Xiaobai calmly raised his right hand, his index finger pointing at the Little Fire God.
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A wisp of pale white, cold, and utterly devoid of warmth quietly appeared in front of his fingertips.
The moment the flames appeared, the scorching air within a radius of several meters centered on Lu Xiaobai seemed to freeze instantly. The eerie low temperature and the scorching heat in front of him created a terrifying confrontation between ice and fire!
The entire audience held their breath!
"Drink it!!!"
"Take this! Golden Crow Blazing Inferno!!!"
The little fire god pushed his arms forward with a sudden burst!
A beam of fire, condensed to its extreme, with a blazing white core and crimson flames swirling around its edges, as thick as a raging laser beam, tore through the air with an aura of destruction capable of incinerating everything, emitting a piercing shriek, and hurtled straight toward Lu Xiaobai!
The only response he received was Lu Xiaobai's cold silence.
"Burn, flame!"