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#539 - Chapter 537 Evolved Yan Cheng



#539 - Chapter 537 Evolved Yan Cheng

"3, 2, 1, 收! (Collect!)"

The instant Pelosina's heart stopped beating from suffocation, Qi Jing swiftly pulled all three of them into his space, and took out three clones to prevent the space ability user from suspecting a decrease in the number of people in the house.

After doing all this, he hid most of his own life force, pretending to be on the verge of death.

Next, he would wait for the dwarf elders to restore the room.

Maybe three days, maybe five.

Looking at Tan Zuoyin, who was giving Pelosina heart stimulation in his space, Qi Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

Sigh, time to read novels.

Luckily, I downloaded a lot of novels onto the smart goggles in my helmet, which can automatically turn pages following brainwaves, so I won't die of boredom.

♤ ♧ ♡ ♢

"Old Yan isn't hiding anymore, he's about to blow up!"

Song Jiang looked at the piles of burning flames on the ground and shouted excitedly:

"I bet the biggest fire furthest away is Old Yan!"

The explosion just now scared him a lot, he thought Yan Cheng had been blown to pieces inside.

Later, when he saw the remaining flames on the arena, he realized that this guy had eaten the Flare-Flare Fruit, which could turn his whole body into fire element, so he couldn't be blown to death at all, and might even stay on stage waiting for an opportunity.

What a cunning trickster.

Miao Kui next to him adjusted his glasses and said:

"I guess it's the green flame left by Mayma Yang."

From what he knew, Yan Cheng, this counterfeit copy master, would never give up the opportunity to evolve his flame ability.

The description of the Flare-Flare Fruit says: [Allows the user to gain the power of fire].

As for what kind of fire, isn't that up to him?

Facts proved that Miao Kui was right.

At the moment of the explosion, Yan Cheng, while giving the White Snow Shield to Bai Xiaoxiao, also turned himself into a small flame, attaching himself to the green ghost fire left by Mayma Yang.

He wanted to analyze the power of this flame and then integrate it into his own!

He had tested it when he was experimenting with his abilities before, and the flame ability brought by the Flare-Flare Fruit had a disadvantage:

The temperature will not increase infinitely.

It can also be said that increasing the temperature requires a lot of source power, and after it is too high, the input and return are not proportional.

But the Flare-Flare Fruit also has an advantage.

Through conversations with Qi Jing and Miao Kui, he knew that the Flare-Flare Fruit should be able to change the form of the flame, such as turning ordinary flames into Mayma Yang's green ghost fire.

Therefore, he used his own ordinary fire to merge with these green fires.

Both to become stronger and to become more handsome.

How could Master Yan use only the most trashy ordinary fire?

So low ~

However, the moment he attached himself, he felt a sharp pain, as if these green flames were constantly devouring him.

In an instant, the small flame he had transformed into lost more than half!

And it hurt so much!

Damn it, fire can actually burn fire!

No wonder Mayma Yang, this stupid bird, dared to come on stage, this fire is too outrageous!

Yan Cheng immediately realized that if he could not quickly integrate into these green fires, he would be devoured by it and die in the form of flames.

As everyone knows, after elementalization, the Return Talisman cannot be triggered. If he is burned to death now, no one can save him.

There wouldn't even be a corpse!

Under the threat of death, he could only go all out to sense, analyze, change, and evolve.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

Whether it was because Qi Jing kept shouting about sharing his luck with him every day, or because he was inherently talented, he successfully transformed his ordinary fire into green ghost fire a second before being swallowed!

Too damn dangerous!

After panting in the flames, Yan Cheng began to gradually control and absorb this green fire to restore himself.

I have to say, as long as he becomes the same kind of flame, the speed at which he absorbs these unowned fires becomes very fast. In just less than two seconds, he recovered to his peak state, and was even a few points stronger than before.

In the end, he absorbed all the green ghost fire, leaving not a single bit, before he could completely relax.

Phew—

I survived.

When I go back, I must audit a course in the Elemental Branch, and also join the Fire Shrine to learn some fire-based experience from my predecessors.

Messing around by myself can really kill me.

However, the most important thing right now is to defeat May Tseruna, who was only slightly dirty at the corners of her skirt even after being blown up.

Watch my sneak attack!

At this time, May Tseruna, who had consumed 90% of her source power in the explosion, was waiting for the referee to announce the result, but found that the referee seemed to be distracted, staring at the tablet without moving.

She was about to remind the referee when the green ghost fire in her right front was blown towards her by the wind, scaring her to quickly jump one step to the left.

She knew about this ghost fire. Once you get stuck with it, it's hard to put it out, especially when Mayma Yang is already overwhelmed.

As for using her ability to push it away? She wouldn't do that. Her source power was almost exhausted, and if she used her brain again, she would be very sleepy. She hated that feeling.

But what surprised May Tseruna was that after this piece of green fire was blown by the wind, it actually jumped high from the ground and went straight for her little skirt.

Meow meow meow, has it become a spirit?

She jumped two more steps to the left, reaching the edge of the arena.

She would never have imagined that someone could have two completely different abilities.

Of course, the main reason was that the explosion just now was too big, and she put all her energy on the repulsion shield, and didn't have time to see who hadn't been blown out of the arena.

"Referee teacher, why haven't you announced the end yet?"

Seeing this strange green fire stop, May Tseruna began to ask the referee.

But Yan Cheng was waiting for this moment when she shifted her attention.

Whoosh!

This piece of green flame rose up in an instant, turning into a fierce flame beast rushing towards May Tseruna, scaring her, who was looking at the referee, to immediately jump out of the arena.

The referee also saw this scene and said:

"The game is over."

Hearing these four words, May Tseruna glanced at the green fire on the ground again in confusion, gently stroked the hair on the side of her ear, and said leisurely:

"Oh dear, the wind is so strong today, luckily I won."

"No, no, no, you didn't win, I won."

"Who's talking?"

In May Tseruna's shocked eyes, the green flame on the ground slowly transformed into a human figure, and then gradually became solid, turning into Yan Cheng's appearance.

What the heck?

"How can you turn into Mayma Yang's fire?"

At this moment, her shock was no less than that of the audience outside.

This feeling was like the shampoo that Mom used to use suddenly turned into manure, it was too outrageous.

What exactly is going on?

"Hi hi hi!"

Yan Cheng laughed three times, then turned around and left, ignoring the foreign girl.

This handsome guy still has to go see Xiaoxiao's injuries, so I don't have time to explain these things to her.

Looking at Yan Cheng's back, May Tseruna bit her teeth hard, and then instantly changed her attitude and asked:

"Little brother, your ability is very interesting, would you like to join my team?"

Since she couldn't figure it out, she wouldn't think about it. It's better to recruit him into her team.

"No, I already have people."

Yan Cheng waved his hand gently, rejecting the blond foreign girl's invitation.

"They can't beat me!"

"That's not necessarily true."

"You're welcome to regret it at any time!"

"I won't."


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