Chapter Eighty-four: Losing Face All the Way Home

  In an instant, Su Ming stepped on the cloud and transformed into a residual shadow, retreating backwards. He had intended to dodge the golden flames' attack, but unfortunately, he underestimated the power of these golden flames.

  "Ah."

  A shrill cry, and Su Ming was suddenly enveloped in golden flames, which wrapped around him in an instant.

  At this time, Mu Tian and others held their breaths, they didn't want Su Ming to have any accidents. Without Su Ming, they didn't know how to get through the upcoming competition. Zhou Changlao had already told them very bluntly that the Ling Temple team competition had a mortality rate.

  "Jin Ge, with his strength, I think it's a bit of an overkill for the three of us to join forces. He probably can't even handle those people from Ling Dian team." Zhao Huo pouted and glanced at Su Ming who was surrounded by golden flames, her heart already filled with joy, just waiting for Su Ming to beg for mercy so she could scold him mercilessly later on.

  "Shut up, can't you see that he's been in the flames for so long without making any movement or sound? This is enough to prove that he's not afraid of these flames. Elder Zhou has said before that he's an ice-attribute warrior and his ice attribute has materialized."

  Zhao Jin stared fixedly at the flames, thinking that Su Ming was definitely not afraid of them, but wondering why he didn't charge out, unless he wanted to launch a sneak attack on them.

  "Jin Ge, if he's okay, why is he still in the flames and not coming out? Does he like being roasted by fire?" Zhao Mu said with confusion, having never spoken up until now.

  "I don't know either, but be careful, I feel that this kid is not so easy to deal with." Zhao Jin was confident in his own fusion technique, but he didn't believe that Su Ming would be defeated so easily. Otherwise, Zhou Changlao wouldn't have praised him so much, and an opponent who could stir up his desire for battle would definitely not be so vulnerable to a single blow.

  Su Ming was not unwilling to rush out of the flames, but at this moment he was extremely disheveled. His clothes were burnt clean, fortunately, he had protected his skin in time, otherwise, he would have been tragically disfigured. He was now anxious and at a loss for what to do.

  As he felt the flames gradually weakening, Su Ming's heart began to panic. Once the flames went out, his ** would be exposed, and when that happened, he would lose face all the way back home.

  "Little elf, think of a way for me quickly." Su Ming had no choice but to seek help from the little elf.

  "Young master, you're so silly, why not just grab the clothes and wear them directly?"

  "Where can I escape? I'll be exposed as soon as I leave the flames." Su Ming said anxiously.

  "Master, the three men in front of you are wearing martial uniforms, which are easy to take off. You can rob them."

  "But I rushed out of the flames and was exposed, with so many people here, you think I'd be humiliated to death."

  "Master, this flame is currently just a manifestation of spiritual energy. If you infuse it with the power of gold, the flame will attach itself to your body. However, when snatching clothes, you must extinguish the flame first; otherwise, even if you manage to snatch the clothes, they'll be burned."

  "It's okay like this." Su Ming, with an attitude of trying it out, infused the golden attribute spiritual energy into the flame. Soon, he felt a connection between himself and the flame.

  Su Ming hadn't even had time to get excited when he heard the small sprite's voice amidst the cheers: "Young Master, hurry up, you've already disrupted the balance point of this flame, and it will be extinguished soon."

  The reminder from the little elf made Su Ming's body tremble as he had just revealed a smile, and then Su Ming went towards the three Zhao brothers.

  "My grass, Lao Da is just awesome." Mu Tian exclaimed when he saw the flames going towards the three Zhao brothers.

  "It seems I underestimated him." Xiao Ling bit her lip and said with some regret.

  As Su Ming charged towards the three Zhao brothers with flames, a fireball came speeding towards him.

  Su Ming's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his right hand clenched into a fist, and he punched out at the fireball.

  Boom

  The fireball was blasted by Su Ming's punch, and the flame spirit scattered. At this time, the flames on Su Ming's body were completely extinguished. Just as he was about to reveal himself in front of everyone, his feet left a shadowy trail, and his body accelerated, taking advantage of the Zhao brothers' momentary stunned state to arrive in front of them.

  Su Ming made an exceptionally swift and decisive strike at Zhao Jin's chest, but just as he was about to make contact with his clothes, Zhao Jin swung the spiritual sword in his hand at Su Ming's right hand. With no other choice, Su Ming flipped his body in mid-air, changing the direction of his right hand, dodging the war sword and once again stretching out to grab onto Zhao Jin's collar. His right hand used force, tearing open Zhao Jin's clothes while simultaneously wrapping them around his own waist, covering his lower body.

  At this time, Su Ming's body fell to the ground, and he subconsciously looked down at his lower body. When he saw a piece of light golden fabric blocking his waist, he let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

  "Master, your butt is exposed!" Mu Tian shouted to remind Su Ming, seeing his shiny back.

  At this time, Su Ming turned around and looked back, when he saw that there was only a narrow strip of cloth covering his buttocks, his face suddenly flushed red, and then he went to Zhao San brothers without saying a word.

  Just as Zhao's three brothers were about to burst out laughing, Su Ming came towards them and launched a sudden attack, but Su Ming didn't bother with them at all.

  This time Su Ming directly bypassed Zhao Jin and went towards Zhao Huo, who was the weakest, and punched him in the face.

  Zhao Huo hastily raised his spiritual soldier to block, but unexpectedly Su Ming's right hand attack was fake, while his left hand snatching the clothes was real.

  Su Ming stretched out his left hand and grabbed Zhao Huo's warrior attire, and when his right hand was about to strike the spiritual soldier, his left hand pulled open Zhao Huo's warrior attire. Immediately after, Zhao Huo turned around, and his warrior attire was stripped off by Su Ming.

  Just as Su Ming was about to put on his clothes, two spiritual forces struck his back, sending him flying forward. At this time, Zhao Huo, who had lost his martial artist attire, slapped a palm print on Su Ming's chest, sending him flying again.

  Su Ming, who had flown backward, didn't care about his injuries at all. His left hand tightly grasped the clothes, and when he crashed to the ground, Su Ming didn't immediately check the wound on his back but instead put on the clothes.

  "Master, hurry up and use your strength to stop these three spiritual powers from merging within you."

  When he heard the little elf, Su Ming hurriedly mobilized his spiritual power to suppress the three spiritual powers that had entered his body. The fire attribute spiritual power in his chest was suppressed by Su Ming's use of ice attribute, the wood attribute spiritual power was suppressed by Su Ming's use of wind attribute, and the metal attribute spiritual power was suppressed by Su Ming's use of metal attribute, quickly dissolving the trio's strange attack.

  The three-person attack initially had no attacking power and only poured spiritual energy into the warrior's body. When the three spiritual energies merged, they would cause unimaginable destructive power.

  At this time, Su Ming was fortunate and grateful for the reminder from the little spirit. If not, he would have lost his life if these three spiritual powers had merged in his body.

  "Su Ming, although you are very strong, but you are destined to lose."