Chapter 164: Fireball Technique (Second Update)
Chapter 164: Fireball Technique (Second Update)
"Elder Yu, send two people to protect me!"
Mo Hua instructed Elder Yu before lightly leaping down from the mine entrance.
Elder Yu, unsure of Mo Hua's intentions, thought for a moment before calling out to two demon hunters and instructing them to guard Mo Hua.
He also extended his spiritual sense to keep an eye on Mo Hua, just in case he encountered any danger.
Mo Hua didn't venture into the center of the battlefield. Instead, he found a concealed spot on the periphery, carefully hiding himself.
The two demon hunters remained vigilant, standing guard around Mo Hua.
Mo Hua calmed his breath and focused his mind, closing his eyes to extend his spiritual sense to the utmost limit.
The chaotic and cluttered battlefield instantly transformed into a blank canvas, as the battling cultivators, appearing as spiritual forces, were revealed one by one within Mo Hua's spiritual sense.
After a long while, Mo Hua finally spotted a peculiar figure.
The figure was a faint light blue and drifted through the battlefield like a ghost, its movements elusive and unpredictable.
If not for Mo Hua pushing his spiritual sense to the extreme, he never would have noticed this figure at all.
Mo Hua attempted to lock onto the figure with his spiritual sense.
However, the figure was elusive and faint, making it challenging to be restrained by spiritual sense.
As Mo Hua watched the number of fallen demon hunters increase, he took a deep breath and forcibly calmed his mind, entering a meditative state of self-forgetfulness.
With all his might, Mo Hua used his spiritual sense to capture the light blue figure. After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua's eyes suddenly snapped open, a faint glow in his eyes.
He had locked on!
The light blue figure flickered in and out of visibility within Mo Hua's spiritual sense, but its trajectory was clear.
Mo Hua extended two fingers and pointed forward, unleashing a fireball technique that whistled through the air.
The fireball flew towards an empty space on the battlefield.
Near this empty space was a demon hunter clad in iron armor, engaged in a fierce battle.
Suddenly, the demon hunter felt a sense of impending danger, as if something threatening lurked by his side. However, his weapon was entangled, leaving him unable to move.
Just then, a dagger appeared out of thin air beside him, its angle tricky as it aimed straight for his eyes.
The demon hunter had nowhere to dodge, and despair flashed across his face.
Just at that moment, a fireball screamed towards them, striking the attacking cultivator.
In the instant the fireball technique exploded, flames engulfed the area, interrupting the ambush.
The ambushing cultivator briefly revealed himself—a short statured, nondescript man with malicious eyes, dressed in black robes.
The demon hunter seized this opportunity to catch his breath. After a moment, he swung his blade to clear the nearby Qian Family cultivators, then brought his weapon down towards the black-robed cultivator.
The black-robed cultivator cursed and employed a body technique to retreat towards the edge of the battlefield. He weaved through the crowd several times before gradually disappearing from view.
The demon hunter felt a mix of regret and relief. He was grateful for the fireball technique that had saved his life, but he also lamented not being able to capture and behead the black-robed cultivator!
The black-robed cultivator, after maneuvering through the crowd a few times, concealed himself once more and continued to drift through the battlefield. However, doubts filled his mind:
"Where did that fireball technique come from?"
Demon hunters were usually body cultivators, rarely proficient in spells.
The spell that had interrupted him was both tricky and precise, indicating that the caster was likely an experienced practitioner.
Fortunately, the fireball hadn't been powerful, only disrupting his attack without causing any significant damage.
But then, the black-robed cultivator's thoughts took another turn. Something about this didn't sit right. An experienced caster's fireball technique should have been far more potent.
Could it have just been a coincidence?
In the chaos of the battle, it was inevitable for stray spells to strike people by accident. Perhaps he had just been unlucky to be hit by that particular fireball.
He refused to believe that someone could specifically target him with a spell in such a chaotic battle.
The black-robed cultivator calmed himself and regained his confidence. He continued to prowl the battlefield, searching for another opportunity to strike.
When another demon hunter exposed a weakness, the black-robed cultivator prepared to act. Suddenly, another fireball technique flew towards him, interrupting his ambush for the second time!
Once could be a coincidence, but twice was definitely not.
He extended his spiritual sense to sweep the area but still found nothing. A puzzled expression crossed his face as he wondered, "Who's using the fireball technique?"
He dared not extend his spiritual sense to its fullest, nor could he afford to maintain it for too long. If he became distracted, someone might notice his lapse in attention, and he would be the one in danger.
From behind a large boulder, Mo Hua secretly locked onto his target with his spiritual sense. He then peeked out and unleashed a fireball technique before quickly hiding again.
The black-robed cultivator, unable to see Mo Hua and at too great a distance, couldn't detect him with his spiritual sense either.
As Mo Hua repeatedly locked on with his spiritual sense and fired off fireballs, his technique became increasingly refined, and the figure of the elusive cultivator became clearer in his perception.
A sense of foreboding crept over the black-robed cultivator.
He felt as if he was being constantly watched by someone else's spiritual sense!
In the chaos of the battlefield, with spiritual energies clashing from all sides, he hadn't noticed it before.
But now, having been struck by the fireball technique twice, he realized that there was indeed a spiritual sense that had been subtly tracking him all along.
A Foundation Establishment cultivator?!
"No, that's impossible," the black-robed cultivator thought. "If it were a Foundation Establishment cultivator, they wouldn't be able to remain undetected like this."
That meant it had to be another ninth-layer Qi Refining cultivator, and their spiritual sense was stronger than his! But why was the power of their spells so weak? The black-robed cultivator's thoughts whirled in confusion.
He had to find the cultivator using the fireball technique! Otherwise, he would always be hindered whenever he made a move, and his situation would become dire.
Filled with apprehension, the black-robed cultivator refrained from acting rashly. Instead, he wandered around the periphery of the battlefield, patiently searching for any clues that might lead him to Mo Hua.
If the enemy doesn't move, I won't either.
As long as the black-robed cultivator didn't make a move, Mo Hua saw no reason to act either.
Hiding behind the boulder, Mo Hua relaxed and even took out a sour-sweet wild berry, enjoying the tasty treat.
However, with the black-robed cultivator holding back, the demon hunters felt a significant reduction in pressure, and their attacks became more ferocious.
The pressure on the Qian Family cultivators intensified, and their situation became increasingly dire.
Seeing this unfavorable turn of events, the black-robed cultivator had no choice but to act again.
But each time he made a move, it was interrupted by Mo Hua's fireball technique.
The black-robed cultivator grew cautious and feigned an attack to try and pinpoint the source of the fireballs. At first, he managed to get a rough idea of the direction, but the second time, he couldn't discern anything.
This was because the subsequent fireballs exploded directly in his face.
Mo Hua, sensing the black-robed cultivator's gaze, guessed his intentions and decided to blind him with the fireballs, ensuring he couldn't see anything.
As Mo Hua repeatedly locked on with his spiritual sense, the black-robed cultivator's movements became more apparent, and Mo Hua's aim became more accurate.
The black-robed cultivator felt like bleeding from his eyes in frustration.
How was this guy getting more accurate with each shot?!
As if he had a grudge against his face specifically!
Enraged, the black-robed cultivator thought to himself, "How dare they! I've been ambushing others for so many years, and now I'm being ambushed, of all things, and with a fireball technique?! Not just once, but time and time again!"
"Despicable and shameless! I will find you and kill you!" he swore.
Filled with anger, his spiritual energy fluctuated, causing his Invisibility Technique to falter for a moment.
Mo Shan, who had been watching intently, immediately spotted the lapse. He flashed towards the black-robed cultivator, grabbed his shoulder with his large hand, and squeezed hard before throwing him to the ground with force.
The sound of breaking bones echoed as the black-robed cultivator crashed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
(End of Chapter)
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