His face burned, his head buzzed, and Wu Ming was completely stunned.
"This... is a Fireball Technique?"
"From so far away, how did it hit me in an instant?"
He could not understand it. A moment ago, all he had seen was a wisp of firelight, a vague fireball that had yet to condense.
Then, in the next instant, that fireball had already exploded in his face?
What kind of freakish speed was that?
And could this really be a Fireball Technique?
That force, that follow-through—it was far too "fierce," wasn't it? Like a cannonball, enough to make one's scalp go numb.
With Dao Discussion Jade protecting them, disciples competing in sword discussions would not directly suffer injuries.
Yet they could still feel the lingering burn, the throbbing pain, and that impact.
That fireball had come at an exceptionally tricky angle, catching him utterly off guard.
After taking that blast, Wu Ming nearly toppled over headfirst. He staggered several steps before barely steadying himself, shaking his head for a long while before recovering from the Fireball Technique's concussion. Then his eyelid suddenly twitched, and he cried out inwardly:
Not good!
He immediately looked up and, sure enough, saw a sword radiance as clear as the Water Moon gathering before him.
Linghu Xiao, who had been pressed down and beaten throughout the entire match, had long since been provoked into anger. There was no way he would let Wu Ming off.
He and Mo Hua worked together seamlessly. While Mo Hua used the Fireball Technique to buy time, Linghu Xiao had already begun gathering his qi.
By the time Wu Ming recovered his senses, the sword qi had finished accumulating.
Linghu Xiao's gaze was icy as he looked at Wu Ming as though he were looking at a dead man. With