Next, Su Hao used the Source Pearls A Xing had given him to practice casting spells.
He casually named the spell that fired an Energy Bullet from his fingertips "Little Cannon."
In Su Hao's view, its power was mediocre.
A casual punch of his, condensed with Blood Qi, was no weaker than this.
What he valued was Source's potential, and even more so, his control over this form of energy.
Thus, the valley's original tranquility was utterly shattered.
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
With explosion after explosion, the earth trembled and mud and rocks flew.
Each blast was stronger than the last.
A Xing and A Wang, who had retreated far away, had already left Su Hao to play on his own. At this point, as long as he did not recklessly seek his own death, nothing much could go wrong.
Watching Su Hao in the distance, A Wang exclaimed, "How many spells has A Yang cast already? Forty or fifty, right?"
"More than that," A Xing said. "Look, he's casting faster and faster now... His Spiritual Power is ridiculously strong. Does he look anything like a beginner? I'm starting to wonder whether he secretly practiced before."
A Wang shook his head. "Doesn't seem like it! Before coming here, he didn't understand anything. You taught him yourself, so wouldn't you know? Maybe he's a genius!"
A Xing clicked his tongue. "Who would believe in a genius like that? Anyway, I don't."
"Are we teaching him how to fight next?" A Wang asked. "We still haven't taught him Source Body."
"It's fine," A Xing said. "We're just playing around."
A Wang said nonchalantly, "Are you going up first, or am I?"
"We'll go together!"
A Wang looked surprised. "Wouldn't that be a bit much? That's kind of bullying him."
A Xing laughed loudly.