Battle Through the Heavens: His comprehension is extraordinary, shocking Yao Lao from the very begin

Chapter 21 The Power of the Fireball

"Little guy, humans are sometimes more terrifying than the monsters in the Monster Mountain Range."

The voice of the old man resounded in Xiao Yan's heart at this moment.

Xiao Yan smiled faintly: "Killing so many people is indeed quite terrifying."

"Hmm?" Yao Lao was genuinely surprised. After Xiao Yan killed the Crimson Flame Demon Tiger, he didn't have much fighting spirit left.

This mercenary team has more than 30 people. Even if Xiao Yan's strength is much greater than his apparent level, he still can't possibly be a match for so many people!

Xiao Yan calmly turned to look at the Wolf Head Mercenary Group, while explaining to Yao Lao in his mind.

"The injuries on the second-tier magical beast, the Crimson Flame Tiger, were clearly inflicted by humans, and it appears that the injuries were not long ago."

Although I am not as powerful as you in terms of soul strength, do you think I couldn't guess that we would encounter mercenaries chasing after that Crimson Flame Demon Tiger?

When I made the move, I used the Eight Extremes Collapse instead of the Eight Extremes Sky-Piercing Cannon, which reduced the number of times I needed to practice the Eight Extremes Sky-Piercing Cannon.

This wasn't just a matter of judging that the Crimson Flame Tiger would be killed in one strike, but also a way to conserve battle qi in preparation for potential encounters with mercenaries.

Yao Lao was surprised that Xiao Yan, despite his young age, was so meticulous.

"Even if you have some fighting spirit left, can you handle so many opponents?" Yao Lao asked the crucial question.

"Just wait and see," Xiao Yan said with a faint smile.

Seeing Xiao Yan's slow and hesitant manner, He Meng shouted angrily, "Don't try anything funny!"

"These medicinal herbs were picked by sheer luck along the way, could you please leave some?" Xiao Yan said with a wry smile.

The weasel-faced mercenary standing next to Hermon drew his longsword and threatened, "Kid, do you want to die?"

"No, no, no!" Xiao Yan quickly spread his hands. "It's yours, but you have to keep your word and let me leave."

"Hurry up and bring it here!" Hermon urged impatiently, sneering inwardly. He had only told him to leave the bag behind, not to leave.

"Catch!" Xiao Yan untied the cloth bag from his waist and tossed it aside.

The mercenaries blinked; they hadn't seen anything thrown at them. Was this kid crazy, daring to play tricks on them?

With his exceptional eyesight honed through years of experience in the Monster Mountain Range, Hermon vaguely saw a red light rapidly approaching.

His keen senses, honed by years of exposure to danger, caused his skin to tighten suddenly, a flash of alertness crossing his mind.

Hermon suddenly took a step back and grabbed two mercenary brothers to shield himself.

At the same time, the fighting spirit vortex within his body was running wildly, and his originally bronze skin was visibly turning pale.

With a soft "plop," the weasel-faced mercenary who had been used as a human shield felt as if his abdomen had been pierced, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You..." He never dreamed that he would die at the hands of a teenager, and what's more, his death was so inexplicable.

What Xiao Yan couldn't throw wasn't the cloth bag, but the fireball he had crafted from a first-tier fire-attribute magic core.

The mercenaries were as if in a dream; this seemingly weak little lamb had killed one of their brothers in the blink of an eye.

Just then, the fireball's violent energy was released, and it exploded with a bang.

The violent energy of the fireball was like a raging inferno from hell, instantly engulfing everything around it.

The terrifying explosion was deafening, and flames shot into the sky. The weasel-faced mercenary was the first to be hit and was instantly blown to pieces. The other mercenaries who were close to the fireball were caught off guard and were blasted away.

But many more mercenaries were blasted to the ground by the powerful shockwave. The intense heat scorched their skin, burned their hair, and made their armor unbearably hot.

In an instant, the air was filled with the smoke and dust from the exploding fireballs and the groans of the wounded mercenaries; the scene was chaotic.

Some people were burned to the point of being unable to move, while others tried to stand up but were unable to because of their injuries.

The mercenaries who were not injured by the explosion retreated rapidly, looking at Xiao Yan with extreme vigilance.

That little lamb they once looked down on has now become the sole source of this disaster.

Only then did the old apothecary realize: "No wonder you were so confident, you actually possessed something like this! I never imagined you could directly manipulate the magic core!"

"By the way, you liked tinkering with these strange and unusual things when you were little." The old doctor couldn't help but think of those little dancing iron figures.

At the time, I thought it was quite funny, but who knew that years later, the manufacture of that thing would eventually evolve into such a terrifying use.

Compared to Yao Lao's excitement, Xiao Yan didn't have much of a smile on his face, as he had only managed to kill about half of them.

This is going to be difficult...

He casually tossed his mercenary brother, whose body had been blown to pieces, aside. Even though Hermon was hiding in the back, his face was still burning red from the flames that surrounded him.

"Good lad, I actually misjudged him." Hermon slowly exhaled, his face no longer smiling, but extremely solemn.

After glancing at the dozen or so mercenaries on the perimeter who were still relatively unharmed, Hermon roared, "Charge! Kill this brat and avenge our brothers!"

The mercenaries weren't stupid. If they had been hit by that explosive, they might not have died earlier, but they probably wouldn't be able to escape now.

Hermon angrily kicked the nearest mercenary: "What are you afraid of? If he still had that thing, he would have used it long ago! The fact is, he only has one."

"This kid must have obtained the inheritance of some powerful figure to have such a treasure. Maybe he even has a Xuan-level cultivation technique. Whoever kills him, I'll let him be the first to cultivate it!" Hermon offered a temptation that the mercenary found hard to refuse.

The mercenaries hesitated for a moment, but in the end, their eyes lit up as they looked at Xiao Yan.

A cultivation technique of the Xuan rank! If they had such a technique, these fighters might be able to break through and become a Dou Shi powerhouse in their lifetime!

The old apothecary urged, "Go! If you fight with all your might, these mercenaries are no match for you."

"Run!" To the astonishment of Yao Lao and the mercenaries, Xiao Yan, who had just been about to go on a killing spree, turned tail and fled desperately into the dense forest.

While leaping through the forest, Xiao Yan said to Yao Lao, "The fireballs caused quite a commotion. Who knows if there are any other mercenaries or powerful magical beasts nearby? Even if we kill them, my life will be in grave danger."

"Not bad, you have mastered one of the secrets to surviving in the Monster Mountain Range: always save some strength to deal with unknown dangers," the old apothecary praised.

Xiao Yan smiled faintly: "These mercenaries think I have Xuan-level cultivation techniques and many treasures, but they'll fall into my hands sooner or later. There's no need to rush."

(End of this chapter)