Chapter Three Hundred and Seventy Three – Orange-Haired Yao (1/2)

Chapter Three Hundred and Seventy Three – Orange-Haired Yao

There were two yao outside the formation.

The first was a male yao was looking eagerly at the illusory formation. What was most eye-catching about him was his bright orange hair. It looked like a flickering fire. The other was completely shrouded in a ball of black smoke so light, it looked as though it would dissipate with a wind gust.

A flame lit up on the orange-haired yao’s hand. His hand rose and a handful of fire rain slowly flew towards the illusory formation.

“You dare!”

A cold snort suddenly rang out from inside the formation. A bolt of silver light flew out of the formation and hit the rain of fire.

Pia!

The rain of fire suddenly was destroyed. The silver light still had power and continued to fly at the orange-haired yao.

“Great attack!” The orange-haired yao’s eyes lit up, and he became even more excited. A thread of fire extended from his finger, and he pointed it at the incoming bolt of silver light.

Hiss-crack!

Several arcs of electricity flashed in the air. The silver light disappeared.

“Hard lightning!” the black smoke yao exclaimed lowly, and thought that the situation was not proceeding favorably.

“Hard lightning!” The orange-haired yao’s eyes became even brighter.

A blur came in front of the two yao and a figure appeared. Zuo Mo looked coldly at the two yao. He usually had no positive feelings towards those that like causing trouble.

“You know hard lightning?” The orange-haired yao was very excited and he said as he rubbed his hands, “Let’s have another one!”

Before he finished his words, a hard lightning bolt flew towards him. People that had battle experience, like Zuo Mo,did not have mercy when they decided to attack. However, he hadn’t expected the orange-haired yao to not dodge, and was surprised when the yao opened his arms as though he was going to embrace the hard lightning.

Hiss-crack!

The yang fiend hard lightning accurately struck the orange-haired yao. Standing among the cracking, the orange-haired yao’s body shook like dice, the strands of orange hair were standing on end and giving off green smoke.

“Puh!” The orange-haired yao gave a long exhaled of black smoke when he finished shaking and said to himself, “So hard lightning tastes like this!”

Zuo Mo’s anger turned to astonishment. He had prepared a whole string of moves after the initial yang fiend hard lightning attack but since the other had not dodged at all, he was not able to use any of the moves he had prepared.

“Brother, give me another one!” The orange-haired yao looked with desire at Zuo Mo.

Was this guy not normal? Whichever way Zuo Mo looked at him, he felt the other was not normal.

“Xiao Mo Ge!” The black smoke yao suddenly exclaimed.

Zuo Mo shuddered. He was overly reactive to this name now.

The orange-haired yao’s eyes became brighter as he laughed. “So you are Xiao Mo Ge. No wonder you know hard lightning. Powerful, powerful! Brother, give me another one!” With the last words, his gaze turned to begging.

“Ahem, your friend isn’t normal.” Zuo Mo couldn’t help but turn and ask the black smoke yao. This guy looked more normal. It was a very unintelligent matter to argue with an abnormal person.

The black smoke yao took withdrew his black smoke and turned to a black male. His expression was very awkward and he did not know what to say.

“Who isn’t normal?” The orange-haired yao’s eyes glared, his expression unwilling, but when Zuo Mo’s eyes came back to him, a fawning expression came back to his face. “Brother, give me another one!”

Zuo Mo examined the orange-haired yao for a while and felt the other was brimming with strangeness. He turned and acted to leave.

“Hey hey hey! Don’t leave!” The orange-haired yaowas slightly displeasured. “Give me some face, give me another one!”

Without looking back, Zuo Mo walked away as he shook his head. Meeting such an extreme person, he could not maintain his anger.

“If you won’t, I will!” The orange-haired yao laughed and stepped forward. He raised his hand for a stream of fire. The flame came unusually quickly, pulling out a ruler straight line in the air like an arrow of fire which howled.

Why was this person still bothering him?

Zuo Mo’s brow creased. Without turning his head back, his hand opened as he grabbed behind his back.

Pia!

The fire arrow suddenly exploded in the air like it was crushed by an invisible hand.

“Powerful, powerful!” The orange-haired yao was even more eager. “Again, again!”

Zuo Mo finally became angry and raised his hand and released three bolts of yang fiend hard lightning.

Pia pia pia!

The three yang fiend hard lightning accurately struck the orange-haired yao.

Hiss-crack, hiss-crack, hiss-crack!

The eyes of the orange-haired yao suddenly became straight, his entire body shaking randomly as his hairs stood up.

“Hm!” Zuo Mo was slightly surprised. The other had been struck simultaneously with three bolts of yang fiend hard lightning but still wasn’t thrown out of the Wasteland Beast chessboard. He knew some rules of the Ten Finger Prison now. Being attacked inside the Ten Finger Prison was just the same as being attacked in reality, but what was wounded was not the flesh body but the consciousness.

“Puh!” The orange-haired yao slowly exhaled a mouthful of black smoke. His paralyzed eyes slowly became normal. He closed his eyes and was motionless.

The black smoke yao that had been idling around now looked warily at Zuo Mo.

Zuo Mo detected the wariness of the black smoke yao. He was thoughtful and did not attack. He looked with interest at the other.

The orange-haired yao opened his eyes and roared with laughter. “I got it, I got it!”

A ball of lightning suddenly appeared on his hand which twirled around. However, the color was different than Zuo Mo’s silver hard lightning. The ball of lightning in the other’s hand was a dazzling red as it snapped.

“Flame-infused hard lightning!” Zuo Mo was even more surprised.

“Good eyes, good eyes!” The orange-haired yao laughed loudly and said proudly, “But still not as powerful as yours, Brother. Just about seven or eight tenths.”