Although Han Yuhui was walking ahead alone, he could sense that Enel was nearby.
After walking for a while, Han Yuhui couldn't resist asking, "Enel, your hearing seems much better than most people's. I was speaking so quietly that no one a few meters away should have heard me, but somehow you could."
As soon as Han Yuhui finished speaking, a small stone suddenly flew toward him and struck him squarely in the back of the head.
"Ow..." Han Yuhui cried out in pain.
Enel's voice came from every direction. "Even if you're kilometers away, as long as I wish it, I, the Thunder God, can hear every word you say."
Han Yuhui rubbed the back of his head, which still ached, unsure whether to laugh or get angry. "Even if you can hear me, did you have to throw a stone at me?"
"Hmph! What, would you rather I hit you with a Lightning Strike? With that puny body of yours, even a casual Lightning Strike from me would blast you to bits."
"That's not what I meant..."
"Don't believe me?"
"No..."
Before Han Yuhui could finish, a blinding Lightning Strike flashed ahead to his right. With a tremendous bang, a roadside tree barely over three meters tall exploded. The intense heat ignited scattered flames in the dry grass and trees nearby.
Enel's smug voice rang out again. "The Thunder God never lies."
Han Yuhui froze, then quickly came to his senses and shouted, "It's on fire! Put it out before it gets out of hand! Right, there's a river nearby. Enel, hurry and put it out, or Lin Mo will definitely beat you up when he finds out!"
"Then just don't tell him."
"It's not about whether I tell him. Lin Mo is so smart, he'll definitely figure