Looking at Chen Haoran's excited expression, Leo's eyes nevertheless showed a hint of unease.
"Chen Haoran, it's not time yet. Once you leave, if your identity is exposed, what awaits you will be a cruel reality."
Leo looked at Chen Haoran's eager expression and spoke bluntly.
"How are your abilities now?"
Chen Haoran clenched his fist, and a mass of high-temperature flames ignited directly in his hand.
"Very strong. Especially after injecting Maya's serum, I've gotten much better at controlling the fire manipulation ability in my body. Even the temperature of the flames has increased considerably."
Hearing Chen Haoran's excited words, Leo ignored the flames and grabbed his wildly burning right arm.
Chen Haoran reflexively tried to break free.
But he found that he couldn't break free at all—or rather, he couldn't shake Leo's arm in the slightest.
Even though flames hundreds or even thousands of degrees hot were burning above it, they still failed to cause Leo the slightest injury.
Perhaps he was accustomed to being treated with deference by the people of Black Prison, or perhaps he was simply confident in his own strength.
His other hand likewise ignited with superheated flames, reaching directly toward Leo's shoulder.
He had thought this would at least intimidate Leo slightly.
But he found that he had only just scorched a little of Leo's clothing when a tremendous force surged into his chest.
His entire body was sent flying backward, unable to resist, and slammed straight into the edge of the room.
Leo merely lowered his right foot gently, as if nothing had happened.
Chen Haoran flipped himself up, and the flames on his body surged violently, once again enveloping him from head to toe.
The football-sized flames that had originally been in both his hands also suddenly swelled, growing several times