52: Chapter 52 Let You Change Your Name to Critical Hit King

In the distance, a pillar of fire like a rampaging beast drew ever closer.

Chen Moxuan could vaguely catch the dull, thunderous rumbling of explosions.

"Could it be..." He subconsciously furrowed his brows, an ominous premonition welling up in his heart.

From the moment he first caught a glimpse of that heaven-piercing pillar of fire, he faintly felt that the position of the fire pillar was highly consistent with the direction of Qingqiu Psychiatric Hospital.

As time passed, the fire pillar became increasingly clear and distinct, as if one side in the battle was retreating step by step, forced to fall back all the way toward this location.

Gradually, it wasn't just Chen Moxuan who noticed the anomaly; the other students in the classroom also turned their attention to the fire pillar in the distance.

"My god, this must be a Hero in a fierce battle!" Someone in the crowd couldn't help but exclaim, their voice filled with shock and excitement.

At this moment, air raid sirens began to sound throughout the city.

"Attention citizens, the B-Rank Hero Explosive Flame King is currently engaged in battle with a Monster. Please, all citizens, do not approach the scene under any circumstances."

"It's actually the Explosive Flame King!"

"How long has it been since a Monster caused trouble in the city?"

"Great! I want to see blood flow like a river!"

Upon hearing the sirens, the students showed no panic, but rather, excitement.

Things like this happened a few times every year, and they usually ended within a few minutes.

More importantly, once the alarm sounded, the school was required by regulation to lead all students to the nearest air raid shelter for protection.

In other words, they didn't have to attend class.

Chen Moxuan mingled with the school's student body, silently evacuating toward the air raid shelter.

His form was hidden, like a ghost, and he erased his own presence bit by bit without leaving a trace, gradually retreating to the back of the crowd.

In an instant, a faint blue light streaked by like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, Chen Moxuan had vanished.

Everyone present remained unaware of his departure, continuing to move toward the air raid shelter in an orderly fashion.

...

In an area of long-abandoned unfinished buildings in the city, dull explosions rose and fell, never-ending.

Countless rubble and bricks flew in all directions, and the air was filled with the pungent scent of dust.

A beautiful figure suddenly burst through the billowing smoke and dust.

Her movements were fluid and natural; she turned swiftly, her long sword carrying a sharp Aura as she slashed fiercely behind her.

A massive crescent-shaped Sword Qi whistled out, striking directly toward the red fire meteor that was relentlessly pursuing her.

The moment the Sword Qi and the red fire meteor collided, a deafening explosion erupted between them.

A scorching wave of air centered on the explosion point spread wildly in a ring, kicking up a powerful gale capable of overturning sand and stones.

Song Xin took advantage of the gale's cover, seizing the opportunity to move to another unfinished building and hide within it.

Ever since the fight began, the opponent seemed to intentionally force her toward the city center, leaving Song Xin with no choice but to hide in this deserted area of unfinished buildings.

She guessed that the opponent's goal must be to use the momentum of the battle to try and lure out her accomplices in the city.

However, she had yet to return to the Otherworld, and her current magic power was running low.

Even knowing the Explosive Flame King's goal, she couldn't fight him head-on and could only fight while retreating.

"Let's see how long you can keep hiding."

The Explosive Flame King released explosive flames around his body once again, scattering the dust and smoke.

He quickly raised his hands to his chest, and within his palms, clusters of scorching fire bombs shot straight toward the building Song Xin was hiding in like arrows leaving a bowstring.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of deafening explosions rang out one after another, as if thunder from the sky was detonating around the building.

The entire building shook violently under the impact of the explosions; bricks and stones on the building's surface peeled off with a rustle, raising clouds of dust, appearing as if it would collapse at any moment.

"You might as well do the demolition crew's job for them."

Song Xin cursed under her breath while sprinting toward the higher floors.

She knew very well that only by reaching a high point could she escape immediately, even if the building collapsed under the impact of the explosion, preventing her from being buried deep within the ruins.

At this moment, she gripped a palm-sized small sword tightly in her hand, its blade emitting a crystal-clear glow.

This was a Magic Treasure she had brought from the Otherworld, but because her magic power was currently scarce, she had to focus her mind and use Qi Gathering to concentrate her magic power if she wanted to activate the Magic Treasure and unleash its power.

She was waiting for the right opportunity to use her Magic Treasure to deliver a fatal blow to the Explosive Flame King.

However, after a while, Song Xin noticed that the building's vibrations and the sounds of explosions ceased abruptly, and the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

An ominous premonition clouded her heart, and Song Xin immediately circulated her magic power, focusing her attention on her eyes.

Relying on the perspective ability of her Dharma Eye, she looked out through the walls and saw the Explosive Flame King hovering above the roof.

He held his hands high, and arcs of flame continuously gathered in his palms, gradually condensing into a large fireball.

The fireball continued to expand, its scorching temperature causing the surrounding air to distort, as if it were a small sun.

If she allowed the Explosive Flame King to unleash this ready-to-fire attack, there was no doubt this building would become Song Xin's burial ground.

"But you are a sitting duck now, and I was just worrying about not having a chance to strike."

"Go, Third-Rate Flying Sword!"

Song Xin's gaze turned sharp; her left hand quickly formed a sword seal, and she waved it gently in the air.

The small sword that had been lying quietly in her right hand seemed to have been injected with a living Soul, its blade swaying nimbly as it searched for a target in the air.

A dazzling stream of light flashed by; the small sword transformed into a cold gleam, piercing through thick walls like bamboo.

Its speed was so fast that the naked eye could barely catch it, and carrying a sharp Aura, it stabbed straight toward the Explosive Flame King's lower vital point.

"I'll make you change your name to Critical Blast King!"