Chapter 160: Fast and Accurate

The surroundings fell silent for a moment.

"I can use spells," Mo Hua emphasized.

Elder Yu organized his thoughts, then praised:

"Good. As a spirit cultivator, if you study spells diligently, you'll surely have a bright future."

This remark was somewhat dishonest.

After praising, Elder Yu continued to advise:

"But your current realm is still low, your spiritual energy weak. Even if you know spells, you're not suited for combat, especially in chaotic battles like this."

Elder Yu feared Mo Hua might, in a moment of childish impulsiveness, rush out and fight the Qian family cultivators.

In such chaotic battles, without tight protection, spirit cultivators are extremely vulnerable.

Yu Chengyi also nodded quickly—he too feared something might happen to Mo Hua.

Mo Shan, however, watched Mo Hua, lost in thought.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then said: "I should be able to lend some help."

Elder Yu blinked in surprise. "How?"

"I can't help in the chaos, but I can deal with those spirit cultivators."

Elder Yu frowned.

Mo Hua explained: "I'm only at Qi Condensation Sixth Layer. My spells aren't powerful enough to kill them, but disrupting their spells should be no problem."

"What if they cast spells at you?" Yu Chengyi asked.

Mo Hua grinned. "They can't hit me."

Yu Chengyi was stunned. "Why?"

Mo Hua said: "Their spiritual sense is weaker than mine. I stand outside their spiritual range—they can't reach me, so their spells can't hit me either."

Yu Chengyi suddenly understood and exchanged a glance with Elder Yu.

Elder Yu decided: "Fine. Tomorrow we'll try it—but you stay inside the mine. Absolutely do not go out."

"Mm." Mo Hua nodded.

The next day, both sides clashed again.

The Qian family repeated their tactic: using body cultivators to tie down, and spirit cultivators' spells as the main attack, slowly wearing down the beast hunters.

The beast hunters, under Elder Yu's secret orders, did not charge recklessly; instead, they dodged spells and did their best to avoid injury.

Meanwhile, some beast hunters with superior movement skills harassed from the sides, feigning attempts to circle behind and assassinate the Qian family's spirit cultivators, forcing the Qian body cultivators to stretch out in response.

With this distraction and maneuvering, the Qian family's spirit cultivators naturally became exposed within Mo Hua's line of sight.

Mo Hua cast his spell without needing to see—he only needed to lock onto them with his spiritual sense.

The purpose of pulling away the Qian body cultivators was to prevent them from blocking the fireball spell.

Elder Yu stood behind Mo Hua.

He would not interfere in the battle, but that didn't stop him from protecting Mo Hua.

If Mo Hua truly faced danger, he certainly wouldn't stand idly by.

Dao Ting Si's face? Slapped, slapped. If Zhou Zhangsi was hard to explain, so be it—he'd just apologize profusely. After all, his face was thick.

A young array master who had entered first grade at barely ten years old—and one from among these lone cultivators.

Who mattered more and who less? Elder Yu knew clearly in his heart.

Elder Yu mentally measured the positions of the Qian family's spirit cultivators, then whispered to Mo Hua:

"Isn't that a bit too far? Can you hit it?"

Elder Yu knew Mo Hua could draw first-grade arrays—his spiritual sense was strong.

But strong spiritual sense didn't guarantee accurate spellcasting. At this distance, hitting the target wasn't easy.

Mo Hua wasn't sure. "Should work."

Either way, he had to try.

The chaos intensified; the Qian family's spirit cultivators began forming hand seals.

Elder Yu's gaze sharpened—he knew it was about to begin.

Then he saw Mo Hua raise a hand, point two fingers—and a fireball shot out.

Elder Yu was startled. "So fast?"

He hadn't even registered Mo Hua's motion before the fireball was already launched.

The flying fireball traced an arc and struck one of the Qian family's spirit cultivators.

The Qian spirit cultivator, mid-seal and mid-channeling, was caught off-guard—the fireball struck him, interrupting his spell mid-cast.

Hit!

Elder Yu felt a surge of joy—but turned to see Mo Hua looking unhappy, muttering: "Didn't hit…"

"Didn't you hit?" Elder Yu couldn't help asking.

Mo Hua sighed. "No. I aimed for the heart meridian—I hit the wrist instead."

Elder Yu opened his mouth, at a loss for words.

You hit at this distance—that's already impressive. Do you expect to hit the heart meridian?

"Alright…"

To avoid appearing unrefined, Elder Yu suppressed his shock and said casually:

"Good enough. Hitting is enough. Don't push it. Next time, aim more accurately."

"Got it!"

Mo Hua pointed his fingers—and in the blink of an eye, a second fireball shot out.

This time, Elder Yu looked closely.

It's truly too fast!

Elder Yu was startled inside: "I wonder who taught this child the technique—it's just an ordinary Fireball Spell, yet it feels so sinister..."

After the second Fireball Spell flew out, it struck one of the Qian family's spirit cultivators on the shoulder.

Mo Hua sighed regretfully, then adjusted his mindset, held his breath, focused his spiritual sense, and continued casting Fireball Spells.

Fortunately, the third and fourth Fireball Spells were both accurate.

One of them struck directly on a spirit cultivator's heart meridian; the cultivator immediately collapsed stiffly, not dead, but unable to rise for a while.

The other exploded against a spirit cultivator's face, blowing it open, burning off his hair.

Elder Yu watched beside them, saying nothing, but his eyelids kept twitching.

Is this a Fireball Spell?

Can it really be this accurate?

This is insane...

In group combat, chaos is normal; one Fireball Spell isn't suspicious, but two or three are clearly noticeable.

Especially when one is blasted stiffly to the ground, and another's face is blown open.

Even a fool would know something's wrong!

"Magic?!"

"There are spirit cultivators on the other side!"

The Qian family cultivators turned toward Mo Hua; Mo Hua, his small body, flattened himself to the ground, and thick shrubbery completely concealed him.

Many spiritual senses swept toward Mo Hua's position, but found nothing.

The position Mo Hua occupied was beyond the reach of ordinary Qi Condensation ninth-layer cultivators' spiritual senses.

The Qian family spirit cultivators, unwilling to give up, gathered their spells and hurled them toward Mo Hua.

In an instant, fireballs, water arrows, wind blades, and golden light surged toward him.

Yet these spells, upon reaching a short distance, lost spiritual control and gradually dissipated, unable to strike Mo Hua at all.

Mo Hua finally relaxed completely.

Since the Qian family spirit cultivators couldn't hit him, and their body cultivators couldn't break through, he could act without restraint.

Mo Hua poked out his small head and fired Fireball Spells—zip, zip, zip.

One Fireball Spell after another flew over grass and trees, over rocks, striking the Qian family's spirit cultivators.

The Fireball Spell of Qi Condensation sixth layer wasn't powerful, but hitting someone still hurt—especially when striking vital points.

Spirit cultivators were never skilled in body refinement; struck by a Fireball Spell, even if not seriously wounded, they still bore injuries, some blasted blackened and sooty, their hair entirely burned away.

And under Mo Hua's Fireball Spell suppression, they couldn't cast any spells at all.

With the Qian family's spirit cultivators unable to cast spells, the beast hunters had no restraint.

Yu Chengyi's eyes flashed bright; he shouted loudly: "Kill!"

The beast hunters echoed him; the roar of battle shook the heavens.

Spiritual energy surged, bloodlust erupted; the beast hunters slashed out waves of blade light, charging toward the Qian family cultivators.

The Qian family cultivators were stunned.

Originally, their roles were clear: spirit cultivators led the offense, body cultivators held the defense, and they coordinated—suppressing while wearing down the enemy.

Now the spirit cultivators couldn't attack, and the body cultivators, without spell suppression, couldn't defend at all.

Under the beast hunters' fierce assault, the Qian family was once again driven back step by step.

Qian Zhongxuan, seeing this, turned ashen.

"Where did this magic come from?"

He released his spiritual sense to sweep toward Mo Hua—when Elder Yu suddenly appeared, blocking his spiritual probe.

Qian Zhongxuan snapped his eyes open and saw Elder Yu's mocking, contemptuous gaze.

As Elder Yu was about to curse, Qian Zhongxuan made an immediate decision:

"Retreat!"