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Chi Liaoye is an out-and-out fire-attributed cultivator, and the techniques he learned are all those that mainly rely on fire-related spiritual power.

Under normal circumstances, his fire control skills would have been the best among his peers, and even among his peers in the family, enough to make him proud.

Putting aside all distracting thoughts, he activated his spiritual energy and released his fiery energy. Chi Liaoye's body was illuminated by the orange-red flames, like a demon god bathed in fire.

The release of anger is a sign that the body has abundant spiritual energy.

This person can release flames with his hands only without the aid of any magical weapon, which shows his control over firepower.

For fire cultivators, their spiritual energy is consciously transformed into flames the moment it leaves the body.

With a faint flame in his palm, Chi Liaoye roared, and nearly ten fireballs as big as heads rose into the air and flew away with a whoosh.

Xiao Lin quickly flipped in the air and flashed left and right, avoiding the impact of the hot fireballs and swung his sword to disperse the last fireball.

Taking a step forward, Chi Liaoye clasped his hands together.

The red flame burst into flames, and more and more appeared in his palms, gathering into an enormous fireball, which quickly expanded from the size of a bucket to the size of a water tank.

"The Great Fireball Technique" is one of the most well-known fire-related techniques and is widely used in the world of immortal cultivation.

Although it is only of high grade, it can release the power of flames just right.

The Fireball Technique is divided into two levels, upper and lower.

The upper emphasis is on the outward release of firepower to intimidate people. The flame temperature is relatively high and once the attack is successful, it can burn people in an instant.

The lower emphasis is on restrained firepower, and although you can't see anything from the outside, its power is even more terrifying than the former.

While Xiao Lin was dodging several small fireballs, Chi Liaoye was already gathering strength to prepare a big fireball. When Xiao Lin dealt with the last small fireball, he decisively lifted the fireball as big as a water tank and smashed it over.

The fireball rolled forward at an extremely fast speed. Xiao Lin raised his hand and slashed out a bright sword light with full sword energy.

The sword slashed diagonally, heading straight for the huge fireball.

Changes occurred suddenly.

The moment the sword light touched the fireball, the fireball actually separated into two flames, of the same size and high temperature, which formed an arc, one to the left and one to the right, and attacked Xiao Lin.

There was a burst of astonishment in the audience.

“It’s actually split!”

"Brother Chi's control over fire is truly terrifying."

"I'm afraid this kid has never seen a method of controlling out-of-body attacks before."

"He's dead!"

Some people have subconsciously covered their eyes.

It was too late to dodge. A layer of strange golden light appeared on Xiao Lin's palm. He used his palm as a barrier, tilted his body, and quickly blocked a fireball in front of him.

At the same time, he quickly turned sideways to block the other fireball that followed, like pushing two huge fireballs, one in front and one behind, overlapping each other.

"No way! He just blocked Brother Chi's attack with his hands!"

"That was a fireball, extremely hot. Is his hand okay?"

"Do you want to live or not? Do you really think you are made of iron?"

The students watching from the audience were terrified.

Using the Phoenix Fire condensed in his hands as a barrier to isolate himself from the high temperature, Xiao Lin remained calm. His spiritual power left his body and directly vibrated the two fireballs into thin flames that diffused in the air.

Others might not be able to see anything for a while, but Chi Liaoye stared at the strange golden-red light on Xiao Lin's hand, his eyes lit up, and he laughed wildly: "You have fire too?"

"Come and fight! I want to see how powerful your fire is."

Chi Liaoye pounced and shot out countless fireballs, each the size of a fist, which attacked like a rain of fire.

For a moment, it seemed as if the sky was full of fireballs.

Xiao Lin slashed and stabbed quickly with the sword, sending out countless sword lights, as dense as a sword net, catching all the fireballs in the sky and wrapping them up.

The sword energy and flames canceled each other out, and a series of explosions sounded in the air.

"That's nothing, let's try this!" Chi Liaoye took the opportunity to shoot out a red fireball.

This fireball was only of medium size, but there was one thing about it: its fire did not leak out. It seemed as if it was condensed and pressed inside, making people feel uneasy.

"Restraining your anger is a low-level technique of the Fireball Technique, not bad." The chief elder who was watching the battle squinted his eyes and took a closer look, then nodded with satisfaction.

"Although Xiaochi is a bit arrogant and conceited, he has a unique talent in fire control and is a rare talent." Shan Zhen said with a sincere face and a smile.

He leaned over respectfully to add tea to the chief elder and his cousin, and praised him in passing.

Master Kongdong said "what a pity" without any hesitation.

Shan Zhen subconsciously asked: "What's a pity?"

"He is bound to lose." Elder Song said slowly.

The Hollow Master leaned back and said, "Yes."

Shan Zhen was full of disbelief: "Not to mention that his realm is not as good as Xiaochi's, how can he win in terms of martial arts?"

Looking at the condensed red fireball in the air, Xiao Lin's eyes moved, and he also raised his hand and shot out a ball of fire.

The golden-red flame was only the size of a fist, more than a hundred times smaller than the opponent's fireball. Although it was small, it was not slow and suddenly rushed into the inside of the opponent's fireball.

The spectators were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"He attacked with just a little flame?" someone gestured.

"And he went straight into the fireball and was swallowed up. Hahaha?" someone laughed.

"Delivering food?"

"It will be burnt to ashes."

Just as the students were laughing, the fireball wrapped in a small ball of golden-red flame suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Suddenly, it seemed to be frozen and no longer moving forward.

Although there was surprise in Chi Liaoye's eyes, he didn't think too much about it.

He thought that the opponent's flames were mixed in the fireball, like a foreign object stuck in the throat, which temporarily hindered the normal attack of the fireball. He just needed to burn away the opponent's flames.

He raised his arms, and orange-red spiritual power poured into the fireball, causing the fire to swell even more, almost to the point of exploding.

Chi Liaoye shouted in a deep voice: "Burn!"

He wanted to increase the firepower, raise the temperature, and defeat the flames with strange spiritual power in the fireball.

Although he was several feet away and had no spiritual energy injected into him, Xiao Lin could still feel and control the small ball of Phoenix True Fire with his mental power.

The golden-red flame jumped and burned, quietly hovering in the center of the fireball, waiting for the master's command at any time.

Chi Liaoye increased the fire power and burned for a long time. Gradually, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The movement of injecting spiritual power was a little stiff, and the disdainful smile began to disappear.

A small cluster of golden-red flames in the fireball still did not disappear.

It occupied the very center of the fireball without any reduction, as if the flames reaching nearly a thousand degrees were just a gentle burn that did not cause any pain or itching.

Phoenix True Fire scratched his nose and said: Is this the temperature? It's weak, really weak.

The fourth-year students below the stage were unaware of the changes in Chi Liaoye on the stage.

They were still clamoring for Chi Liaoye to teach the ignorant third graders a lesson.

"What's going on? Is Brother Chi letting the water out?"

"It's been so long, why is there still a stalemate?"

"What are you hesitating about? Let's fight. A fourth-grade fifth-year student can't lose to a third-year junior."

The fourth-year students in the audience were shouting wildly, and the third-year students were also worried.

"Since the senior has already taken action, it's my turn."

"Burn." Xiao Lin's voice was as calm as water.

As the sound fell, the golden-red flame instantly erupted, like a devouring whirlpool, madly absorbing the flame power of the red fireball.