Bombs were a great new product that had appeared just a month ago and had quickly taken the entire Central Military Region by storm.
From Intermediate Level officers to Primary Level soldiers, no one could resist such a powerful, low-energy marvel.
But at that moment, in the eyes of the Military Mages, those few little black pellets looked utterly detestable.
"They're only models. They don't count..." one of them stubbornly insisted.
Another shook his head and sighed. "Forget it. Stop fooling yourselves. A loss is a loss."
Bombs weren't Demon Slaying Tools. They weren't expensive, so either you had one or you didn't.
For Intermediate Mages like them, it was perfectly normal to carry a few bombs on every mission.
If they'd been enemies, Xu Fang could have used real bombs.
What's more, the magic energy needed to set off the bombs would have come from them themselves—they'd just used a great deal of magic energy to thaw out and warm the hostages.
With the kill radius of standard-issue bombs, wiping out everyone in this area would have been no problem at all.
Their gazes were somewhat vacant.
In the Lintong Military Region, they'd always been top performers, admired and idolized by their fellow soldiers. They'd believed themselves to represent the peak combat strength of the region's younger generation of Military Mages.
But then Xu Fang had appeared.
Just one person, and a high school student at that, had shattered their pride.
They'd lost.
They hadn't even lost in a head-on clash of magic. They'd lost because of their poor combat awareness, letting him use them like chess pieces and anticipate their every move.
—And Xu Fang had used only one Intermediate Magic the entire time.
"Everyone, head back. You've all been eliminated." Fei Jiao slowly descended from the sky