Three men surrounded Mo Hua, who looked increasingly panicked and exhausted as he manoeuvered swiftly.
Yin Thunder Child and his companions sneered with satisfaction, convinced that they could capture the boy within ten rounds.
But after only three rounds, Mo Hua flashed a cunning smile, seized the opportunity, and rapidly pointed his fingers, launching fireballs consecutively toward the faces of the three attackers.
The attack was as fast as lightning.
Caught off guard, the three men were hit squarely in the face by the fireballs.
The injuries were minor, but their faces were charred and disheveled, and their concerted attack broke, filling their hearts with rage.
In that instant, Mo Hua's movement technique seemed to become even faster.
He flowed like water, escaping from the encirclement and running towards a nearby grove.
That's when Yin Thunder Child and the others realised what had happened and cursed silently:
"What a cunning brat!"
Such fast Fireball Technique!
