Three men surrounded Mo Hua, who looked increasingly panicked and exhausted as he manoeuvered swiftly. Yin Thunder Child and his companions sneered with satisfaction, convinced that they could capture the boy within ten rounds. But after only three rounds, Mo Hua flashed a cunning smile, seized the opportunity, and rapidly pointed his fingers, launching fireballs consecutively toward the faces of the three attackers. The attack was as fast as lightning. Caught off guard, the three men were hit squarely in the face by the fireballs. The injuries were minor, but their faces were charred and disheveled, and their concerted attack broke, filling their hearts with rage. In that instant, Mo Hua's movement technique seemed to become even faster. He flowed like water, escaping from the encirclement and running towards a nearby grove. That's when Yin Thunder Child and the others realised what had happened and cursed silently: "What a cunning brat!" Such fast Fireball Technique! Even faster movement technique! This kid, even under their close pursuit, still had tricks up his sleeve, waiting for a slip to escape unexpectedly. And indeed, he had managed to escape! It was a tremendous disgrace! Qiao Laowu and his men, disregarding the soot on their faces, continued the chase. Mo Hua kept running, the forest ahead almost within reach, about to escape, when suddenly a large figure appeared ahead. Fire Buddha! Mo Hua narrowed his eyes, forced to halt. Behind, Qiao Laowu and his men caught up and stood firmly, together with Fire Buddha, they cornered Mo Hua. Still furious, the three men mocked Mo Hua. "You wanna run again, kid?" Mo Hua ignored them and instead focused on the still, mountain-like Fire Buddha, hesitating for a moment before flicking his fingers and shooting three fireballs straight at Fire Buddha. He wanted to test the strength of Fire Buddha. Unexpectedly, Fire Buddha didn't dodge; he stood still and took the three fireballs head-on. As the fireballs hit Fire Buddha, they disappeared as if sinking into the sea, refined instantly without causing any disturbance. Mo Hua was shocked. What was going on? Fire Buddha, unfazed, said lightly: "This Fireball Technique of yours is mediocre, let me teach you..." Fire Buddha spread his arms, his body surrounded by swirling fire Qi, his eyes a bloody red, resembling a sea of fire. Such a strong presence! Mo Hua furrowed his brow, released his Divine Sense to sense Fire Buddha's aura, and discovered that inside Fire Buddha's chest, it seemed as if two flames were burning. These flames, extremely fierce, looked like two hearts, originating from the same source and residing within Fire Buddha, containing immense Fire Spiritual Power. Could this be... the characteristic of the Meteor Fire Forbidden Art? To violate the taboo, implanting two fireballs within the body as hearts to enhance Spells? Was this the true high-level Fire Spells? Yin Thunder Child and his companions continued to laugh disdainfully, mocking Mo Hua for overestimating himself and attempting to display his Fireball Technique in front of Fire Buddha. Mo Hua, unwilling to accept this, looked at Fire Buddha and said seriously: "My Fireball Technique is not just this!" Fire Buddha seemed surprised, then showed a keen interest, "Then, show me what you've got..." He was genuinely interested. "Big brother, maybe we should...first," Qiao Laowu, frustrated, wanted to capture Mo Hua to avoid further trouble. Fire Buddha's gaze, sharp as a knife, filled Qiao Laowu with fear, forcing him to swallow his words and remain silent. Fire Buddha then turned back to Mo Hua, saying benevolently: "Come on, show me..." "Alright!" Mo Hua's gaze hardened, filled with a will to fight and a touch of resignation to fate. "This technique, I will only use once in my life..." Mo Hua spoke gravely. His words seemed to weigh heavily on Fire Buddha. Then Mo Hua began to form hand seals, a series of bizarre, complex, and seemingly nonsensical gestures... Mo Hua, serious, spent a long time forming these gestures, pretending to be preparing a powerful move, fostering an atmosphere that this technique was overwhelmingly strong and required a long time to charge. This technique, indeed, he could only use once in his life. Because these hand gestures were all improvised on the spot... He couldn't guarantee he could "invent" them again exactly as they were... But Fire Buddha didn't know that. Unable to gauge Mo Hua's depth and unsure of what Mo Hua was doing, he followed his Cultivator's intuition that the unknown was always dangerous... Finally, after Mo Hua finished his hand seals, he suddenly shouted, with his left and right hands, a fireball appeared in each. This move genuinely shocked Fire Buddha. "Cast two Spells at once?!" Yin Thunder Child and his followers didn't understand, but Fire Buddha, deeply versed in Spells, knew this seemingly simple move was theoretically complex and extremely difficult. Was this kid serious?! Fire Buddha, inherently cautious, instinctively activated his Spiritual Power, forming a fire Qi barrier in front of him. Mo Hua pushed his Divine Sense to the limit, manipulating the two fireballs, twisting and deforming them before clapping his hands together, making the two fireballs rapidly collide. This move inexplicably alarmed Fire Buddha. He swung his hands, forming a fire shield in front of him, trying to block Mo Hua's technique. But what he anticipated—a surge of Spiritual Power, a fierce explosion, and bizarre Spells—did not happen. Mo Hua's two fireballs did not collide; they both veered off course, flying forward, exploding on the ground, kicking up pieces of stone and dust. Fire Buddha and his men were momentarily stunned. They couldn't discern what had happened. After a few moments, as the dust settled, they regained their senses only to find that Mo Hua... Had slipped away again. Fire Buddha's face turned incredibly sour. He had been tricked! Some powerful Fireball Technique? All fucking nonsense! For all his years in Qian State, after committing countless crimes and killing numerous people, never had anyone dared to mock him like this! An immature brat, barely weaned, yet so audacious! A glint of murderous intent appeared in Fire Buddha's eyes as he coldly said: "You think you can run? I want to see how you manage that." The four men, swift as the wind, furiously pursued Mo Hua, chasing him deep into the forest, where they looked around but saw only rustling trees, with no sign of Mo Hua's whereabouts.