Mo Hua nodded and said: "Alright, I’ve only killed eleven of your brothers, but now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, enemies should reconcile rather than fall out. I’ll let bygones be bygones..." Boss Jiang was taken aback and couldn’t help but become angry, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He had never imagined that this kid could be so shameless, with such thick skin that he could say such things without blushing. But... killed your eleven brothers... But!! Boss Jiang inwardly seethed. This kid might look simple and naive on the surface, but his scheming was vicious and his actions despicable to the extreme!! Boss Jiang’s face twitched with anger. But it didn’t matter anymore... This was a fight to the death from the start. And he was determined to kill this kid, to avenge his brothers... Boss Jiang’s gaze turned cold and his expression fierce. His pale complexion slowly regained its color, the scars on his body formed scabs, and his energy gradually recovered. Boss Jiang cast a side glance at Mo Hua, let out a cold laugh and said, "I’ve been talking nonsense with you to buy time and wait for my injuries to heal. What are you waiting for? Waiting to die?" Mo Hua smiled brightly, "I’m waiting for the Formation!" Boss Jiang was startled and suddenly felt a sense of alarm. He hurriedly looked down and saw that the ground was unknowingly covered with several golden Formation Patterns. These Patterns, layered upon each other, intertwined to form what looked like double lotuses. A First-Grade Triple Lotus Gold Lock Compound Formation! Once the Formation was complete, it materialized golden light and formed golden locks that restrained Boss Jiang. At the same time, Mo Hua’s eyes brightened, and he pointed forward, forcefully urging his Spiritual Power. The Second-grade Fireball Technique fired rapidly, one after another, fiercely shooting towards Boss Jiang. Boss Jiang was caught off guard, trapped by the golden locks of the Compound Formation, and couldn’t dodge in time, taking six or seven Fireball Techniques directly. The Blood Qi that had just recovered was now entirely depleted, and his injuries turned even worse. Moreover, Mo Hua specialized in hitting the face when beating someone, and the Fireball Technique was aimed at Boss Jiang’s face, so he looked even more pitiful than before. Boss Jiang, summoning all his strength, finally broke free from the Triple Lotus Gold Lock Compound Formation. Mo Hua felt a bit regretful seeing this. The Second-grade Earth Fire Formation was too draining to use for now. The Triple Lotus Gold Lock Compound Formation, although a Compound Formation, was only First-Grade and couldn’t trap Boss Jiang for long. If it were a Second-Grade Trapping Formation, he could have locked Boss Jiang down, turning him into a "live target" and worn him out with the Fireball Technique. However, the Second-order Thorn Formation wasn’t very handy. He didn’t know any other Second-Grade Trapping Formations, and his Divine Sense was also not quite sufficient for now... "It seems my Divine Sense and Formation skills are still not strong enough..." "I need to get started and learn more about Second-Grade Formations as soon as possible..." Mo Hua thought to himself. After Boss Jiang broke free from the Triple Lotus Gold Lock Compound Formation, he hastily swallowed a Pill, his eyes filled with shock as he looked at Mo Hua, his expression one of disbelief. How did this kid lay the Formation just now?! Without using a brush, drawing the ground into a Formation? Which Sect or Clan’s heritage did this come from? He had once studied in the Qian Learning State Boundary and, though not proficient in Formations, had seen many talented Formation Masters. He had never seen a Formation Master who could lay a Formation without a brush or paper during battle. Boss Jiang said with a serious expression: "What exactly is your identity? And who is your master?" Mo Hua laughed and replied, "I’ll tell you after you die. Otherwise, I’m afraid you’ll tell someone else." Discover more content at freewebnovel Hatred rose in Boss Jiang’s heart. This kid, just like an old hand who was impervious to oil and salt... All nonsense from his mouth, not giving away any hints. But now in a fight to the death situation, he had no other choice but to fight with everything he had. Boss Jiang’s gaze turned frosty, his mind made up. This kid was skilled in spells, extremely good at Formations, and his techniques for laying Formations were concealed, tricky, and swift. In that case, he could only suppress him at close range, not giving him time to cast spells or set up Formations, or he would surely be "played" to death by him... "Young brother, I admit defeat. Let’s talk this over..." Boss Jiang suddenly softened. "You..." Just as Mo Hua began to speak, he suddenly paused, only to see Boss Jiang, like a vicious wolf, charging at him, his long sword swinging in a bright arc, aiming for his heart. Mo Hua spoke angrily, "Shameless!" Then he took a step back, surrounded by a light blue current of water, which gently carried his body, flowing effortlessly backwards. When executing the Second-Grade Water Passing Step, the movements weren’t the same as First Grade—the actions were all encircled by water currents, allowing for more composed advances and retreats. Boss Jiang’s thrust missed, and he turned around for another downward slash, seemingly intent on cleaving Mo Hua in half. Mo Hua floated in the air, his body flipping lightly, like water returning to a river, surging and turning, again easily avoiding the strike. Boss Jiang frowned, his attacks became more aggressive, Sword Qi swirling around, one slash after another, aimed at Mo Hua, leaving no chance for Mo Hua to cast any Spell or concentrate on a Formation. Mo Hua indeed felt pressure, able only to maneuver with his movement technique and not able to counterattack for the time being. But Boss Jiang became more and more fearful as the battle progressed. He had felt that this movement technique, seemingly as erratic as flowing water, was very strange. Now facing it at close range and after a brief struggle, he hadn’t even managed to touch the hem of Mo Hua’s clothing, and this made him realize: "An Ultimate Technique Body Skill?!" This must be an Ultimate Technique Body Skill from one of the Great Sects or powerful Clans! Otherwise, it would be impossible for a Spiritual Cultivator, relying on a movement technique alone, to contend with him for so long... This is bad... Boss Jiang was already injured and putting up a strong front to suppress closely, wishing for a quick resolution, but he didn’t expect close range combat to be so ineffective. If this struggle continued, the situation would become dire. Or rather, it was already dire... Boss Jiang could feel his Spiritual Power weakening, and the speed of his sword strikes becoming slower and slower with each attack.