As an intermediate Air Source Mage, A Xing naturally had more than just that little skill. It was simply that against a beginner like Su Hao, it was not appropriate to use skills with excessively destructive power.
To A Xing, this was merely playing around.
Yet after several attacks, he still had not taken Su Hao down, and his self-proclaimed handsome face could no longer hold up.
Just as he was about to unleash a big move, A Wang stepped forward. A Xing naturally withdrew, intending to observe first before making further plans.
A Wang was exceptionally nimble when he ran, rapidly closing the distance.
Only then did Su Hao clearly see the assortment of little boxes fastened to the inside of A Wang's clothes.
These little boxes were precisely the hallmark of Quality Strange Source Mages. It was said that all manner of bizarre items could be drawn from them, and Su Hao happened to have a chance to broaden his horizons.
With a casual point of his finger, Su Hao fired a Little Cannon as a provocative declaration of war.
A Wang shifted his steps slightly and nimbly evaded Su Hao's explosive attack, continuing to approach. Once the distance had narrowed to thirty meters, he twisted his wrist, somehow pulled an egg-sized red bead from one of his boxes, and flung it at Su Hao's feet.
Chili Smoke! Su Hao leaped aside and fled far away.
Bang!
The instant the red bead hit the ground, it exploded. A cloud of red mist spread across nearly twenty meters, enveloping Su Hao within it.
A spicy, pungent, eye-stinging sensation struck him, twisting his features together. He hurriedly shut his eyes and held his breath, swearing inwardly, What the hell! Is this pepper spray?
Su Hao sprinted several steps and escaped