"No!" As soon as the fireball came out, three voices sounded at the same time.
The one who roared the loudest was the poisonous hedgehog. He was still in a confrontation with Granny Leng, but the two of them were also paying attention to the fight between Fatty and the Vulcan King.
Originally, this was supposed to be a joke-like duel. Why should a junior injection master in the wind-sensing realm resist the attack of a high-level injection master?
This kind of stupid behavior can only be described as a cricket shaking a tree, right? !
However, what actually happened shocked them.
First, the King of Vulcan's mighty stick hit the ground out of the direction, and then the flames surrounding the fat man turned out to be fierce and invincible, directly driving back the people watching the battle.
The poisonous hedgehog and the Vulcan King are sworn brothers. The two have worked together for many years, and he knows the strength of his second brother best.
If the mistake of the first strike was slightly possible, then the additional effect of the second strike was absolutely impossible.
Something must have happened, it must be a high-end injector that Asan had on him that was showing its power.
Just when the poisonous hedgehog thought so and was about to remind his second brother to be careful, a fireball appeared in the golden light and shadow.
The fireball was neither big nor fast, and the flames on its surface were as warm and moist as the warm sun. But just such a fireball made the poisonous hedgehog feel heartache.
He clearly realized that something he cherished the most was about to leave him. Was that...the decades of brotherhood with the Vulcan King that shared joys and sorrows?
The poisonous hedgehog didn't dare to think about it anymore, so he could only roar.
Another person who spoke out was Palmer.
As the highest being of the Fire Injection Master in the field, although he, like everyone else, could not see the Golden Crow's Dharma Body, he had a glimpse of it after all.
what is that? Why can just a glance cause the fire energy in his body to produce uncontrollable fluctuations?
While the old man was frightened, he had already realized that something was wrong with the Vulcan King.
From his point of view, and from his understanding as a controller of fire energy, the defensive posture that the Vulcan King took towards the flames surrounding the fat man looked more like a sacrifice.
The old man watched the Vulcan King's protection gradually weakening, and he suddenly had a terrible guess. Perhaps the weakness was not due to lack of strength, but rather to the super strength of the Vulcan King, which made the mysterious opponent become even more powerful.
For Palmer, the moment he identified Nathan, he assumed the responsibility of protecting the little master and his friends.
However, as the Bolken family's spy stationed in Ross, the old man does more than just bodyguard work.
Moreover, he also has his own understanding of the word "protection".
The old man firmly believes that protection does not only mean the safety of body and life, but also includes no worries, including not damaging the family's honor, and more importantly, it must be in the interests of the family.
So, no matter how miserable Kil is, no matter how hard Claude protects his calf, he can resolve the conflicts and teach him a lesson. You can't go so far as to kill people, right?
However, things backfired.
When Kiel's big head flew up, Palmer knew that this was a big deal, and the accident happened right in front of his eyes, and he was even an accomplice.
After all, Claude was McCann's official official stationed in Ross. Killing his son would be tantamount to provoking McCann's majesty.
In particular, it seems that the Consul General is said to have a personal relationship with Head of State McCann, Nathan's father, James Bolken!
What a good thing!
Just when Mr. Palmer was hesitating and embarrassed, Fatty unexpectedly started a war with Crowder's closest men. Moreover, judging from the reality, Fatty was not at a disadvantage.
If another high-level injection master is also caught, this matter will probably be even more troublesome.
The old man thought like this and blurted out the word "no".
Because, at the moment when the fireball appeared, he clearly felt that the compelling aura just now faded away at the same time?
Where did the breath, the energy represented by the breath go?
No need to ask, it must be in the fireball!
"Alas! The Vulcan King is in trouble!" Mr. Palmer thought helplessly in his heart while speaking to stop him.
The third "no" was shouted by the Vulcan King himself.
When the fireball appeared, his will and body collapsed at the same time.
Bearing the brunt of the attack, the Vulcan King clearly sensed the energy contained in the fireball. It was a power that was simply incomprehensible at his level.
Facing such an opponent, facing such strength, what's the point of carrying on?
The Vulcan King's knees were bent, and he knelt down, lowering his head to the opponent in the most humble posture.
He had a trace of luck in his heart, hoping that the other party would be able to let go of his insignificant ant, hoping that he could survive, even if it was just to breathe one more breath of fresh air.
At this moment, this high-level injection master who was accustomed to treating human lives as nothing, suddenly had some understanding of those who died under his hands. Those unwillingness and expectations, those panics and prayers, the light in those eyes that refuses to dissipate... those things that seem to never happen to me, come so naturally, so without a trace, so plainly. .
It turns out that between fear of death and survival, everyone is equal, and there is no difference due to differences in concentration levels!
The Vulcan King thought this, and watched helplessly as the fireball hit his chest, came out of his body, and disappeared.
Surprisingly, there was no burning sensation as expected, nor heart-wrenching pain. Instead, wherever the fireball passed, it left a patch of coolness.
The coolness is even exhilarating and joyful, just like suddenly touching a piece of ice on a hot summer day. Although it pricks your hands like fire, it is a calm and sober feeling.
"Is this the ultimate form of the fire element?!" the Vulcan King murmured to himself.
"It's also the original form!" Fire King said leisurely, his figure gradually taking shape.
When the dust settled and the firelight faded away, Mr. Mai stood there with a calm expression, not moving at all.
His face had never looked pale, and his expression had never been calmer.
Everyone felt their scalps go numb, because the once arrogant Vulcan King, the once famous high-level fire master, was currently curled up in front of the little-known fat man, still maintaining a well-known appearance. A disdainful gesture of begging for mercy.
"Think about the front office manager who was killed by you in vain! There is nothing to regret!" Fatty said coldly, and suddenly waved his hand, and the Vulcan King in front of him turned into a pile of powder.
"Second brother!" The poisonous hedgehog shouted tremblingly, his voice hoarse and weak.
"Did you use a trick to kill my son? I want you to give me an explanation!" Claude, who was still holding Kil's head and sitting on the ground, opened his blood-red eyes and stared at the fat man and asked.
"Ha! Master Keir recognized the wrong thing, acted blindly, and brought destruction on himself! This is obvious to everyone!" The fat man's face changed like flipping through a book, and in an instant he returned to his usual hateful face, and continued: "Didn't he mean that? Is there any magic formula in the box? Why do I only see a picture? Also, if something is ruined, the agreement cannot be voided. Considering that you are in pain of losing your son, I wiped out the change. But, other The 20 million, but not a penny less!"
Following the fat man's words, everyone looked at the crumpled piece of straw paper that flew out at the same time as Mr. Keir's head when the box exploded.
On the papyrus paper, a crooked, ugly smiling face was enjoying itself so much that it was creepy.
