Chapter 164 - 164 Who Is It (Three More)_1

Chapter 164 Who Is It (Three More)_1

After being stealthily attacked, Monster Hunter Mo Shan was always vigilant.

He faintly guessed that among the cultivators employed by the Qian Family, there was one who excelled in the Concealment Technique and was attacking in secret, so he became much more cautious with his moves, trying not to leave any openings.

At the same time, he paid attention to the battlefield, looking for any traces of this cultivator.

Although Mo Shan was sharp in observation, his Divine Sense was not so strong; thus, he could not see through the Concealment Technique.

Just then, he saw a fireball!

At a glance, he recognized it as the Fireball Technique used by his son, Mo Hua.

And after the Fireball Technique was launched, it exploded a short and petite Black-Clothed Cultivator out of a space that had previously appeared empty.

“Mo Hua’s Divine Sense can perceive this Hidden cultivator!”

Mo Shan’s spirit was lifted; he kept an eye out for the Fireball Technique while battling with the Qian Family’s cultivators.

Indeed, every time a fireball flew by, the stealth attacks from the Black-Clothed Cultivator would be interrupted and he would briefly become visible.

Mo Shan silently took note, quietly waiting for the Black-Clothed Cultivator to expose an opening.

Just now, the heart of the Black-Clothed Cultivator became perturbed, his Spiritual Power became chaotic, and his figure was revealed.

Seizing the opportunity, Mo Shan grabbed his shoulder and fiercely slammed the Black-Clothed Cultivator to the ground.

The Black-Clothed Cultivator, proficient in stealth and malevolent in attack, did not have a strong physique; with this slam, his bones broke, and he spat out fresh blood, feeling a chill in his heart.

A cultivator who practices the Concealment Technique, once his movements are detected, it means a great disaster is imminent!

Especially on a battlefield where several cultivators are mixed in combat.

The Black-Clothed Cultivator, enduring agonizing pain, tried to circulate his Spiritual Power to enact the Concealment Technique again.

Yu Chengyi seized the moment and rushed over with large strides, delivering a heavy kick to his abdomen.

The Black-Clothed Cultivator felt his internal organs shift, his body curled up, and was kicked far away by this foot, landing right in the midst of a group of Monster Hunters.

The Monster Hunters were already simmering with anger; seeing this, they all greeted the Black-Clothed Cultivator with their knives.

By the time the Qian Family’s cultivators arrived and managed to rescue the Black-Clothed Cultivator, he was already covered in knife wounds, barely clinging to life.

Elder Yu watched with glee and laughed heartily.

Without that Hidden cultivator, the Qian Family could only be slowly whittled away.

Elder Yu couldn’t help but take another look at Mo Hua.

He thought to himself that this kid Mo Hua, with his exquisite use of the Fireball Technique, both fast and accurate, might indeed become an incredible Spiritual Cultivator in the future.

Now he was still young, with a low cultivation level and weak spiritual power, so his Fireball Technique could only be considered tricky and unconventional, used to interrupt or confuse the battle.

If his cultivation became higher in the future and the power of his Fireball Technique was not to be underestimated, and you were suddenly targeted at your heart or Qi Sea...

If it weren’t for the Formations and the Fireball Technique, he would have taken control of the spiritual mines long ago.

Qian Zhongxuan was baffled and could only vent his frustrations on Qian Zhuang, berating him so fiercely that he was drenched in a metaphorical bloodbath.

Were it not for his incompetence, how would he himself be stuck with these messes!

He had originally discussed with the Family Head that if he secured the spiritual mines, he would get an extra ten percent of the Spirit Stones. Now, even if he were to get twenty percent more, it couldn’t make up for his losses.

The more Qian Zhongxuan thought about it, the angrier he got.

In a low voice, Qian Zhuang asked, “Elder, what do we do now?”

He was trying to divert attention so that Qian Zhongxuan would stop focusing on how to scold him.

Qian Zhongxuan furrowed his brows, not having thought of a solution yet when wails suddenly came from outside the camp.

They were the injured members of the Qian Family and the hired cultivators.

Sighing, Qian Zhongxuan waved his sleeve and said helplessly, “Let’s save the wounded first.”

In the empty space outside the camp, the ground was littered with the injured, and cries of agony filled the air.

The Black-Clothed Cultivator was also being treated.

The Qian Family Pill Masters administered pills and applied herbs to his wounds, while also slowly cleansing the leftover spiritual power in his body and cutting off the hair singed by the Fireball Technique.

As his condition gradually stabilized, the Black-Clothed Cultivator slowly came to after a while.

His mind was a blank due to the pain, but slowly he began to recall the events of the day.

Flashes of different cultivators passed through his mind: the one who tripped him, the one who kicked him, the one who slashed at him haphazardly.

And of course, there was the cultivator who used the Fireball Technique!

A surge of resentment welled up inside the Black-Clothed Cultivator.

He had roamed the Second Grade Black Mountain State Boundary for over a hundred years, usually with smooth sailing and few failures. But now, he had been unexpectedly capsized in the gutter by a Fireball Technique.

That low-level Fireball Technique, the one with the power of a middle phase Qi Refinement!

Ambushed by a Fireball Technique!

A hundred-year-old cultivator, ambushed by a Fireball Technique!

It was a humiliation beyond compare!

Amidst the indignation, the Black-Clothed Cultivator was also puzzled.

How had he been ambushed, how had his Concealment Technique been broken, who was the one casting the Fireball Technique, and how could he have been targeted so precisely every time?

No matter how much the Black-Clothed Cultivator pondered, it didn’t make sense to him, and he felt an overwhelming frustration building up. Looking up at the sky, he spouted fresh blood from his mouth and roared unwillingly:

“Who the hell used the Fireball Technique?!”

As rage overtook him and his wounds ruptured again, his vision darkened and he fainted once more.