Super Dragon Cultivation System - C8 Oh My God, The Kid Knows How to Spit Fire

3Having difficulties defeating Zhang Xing, the Demonic Wolf gradually became more anxious that longer the battle went on.    

    

After a violent collision against each other, the Demonic Wolf was pushed back five meters while Zhang Xing felt somewhat uncomfortable as his arm went slightly numb.    

    

However, the Demonic Wolf did not launch another reckless attack immediately like before. Instead, it straightened all four of its limb and lifted its huge head before opening its mouth and howling into the night sky.    

    

Its long and terrifying howl resounded across the entire forest and reached the ears of all the villagers.    

    

Unable to help themselves from shivering, the villagers felt an infinite sense of horror rising up from the bottom of their hearts as they shivered with goosebumps all over their bodies.    

    

Everyone naturally felt nervous.    

    

Even Zhang Xing himself was no exception. Feeling as if the Demonic Wolf had some sort of plan up its sleeves, his sense of danger urged him to take greater precautions.    

    

At that moment, the Demonic Wolf’s eyes suddenly emitted some kind of strange crimson light. In the next instant, it opened its blood-filled mouth and shot out a beam of energy.    

    

“Kid, dodge quickly! That’s Wind Blade, one of the special attacks of the Demonic Beast!”    

    

The village chief had yet to finish his words.    

    

But what happened next caused him to open his mouth agape and gawk stupidly at Zhang Xing.    

    

“No, that should not be possible!”    

    

“How can a mere six-year-old child spit out fire?”    

    

“Could Zhang Xing also be a Demonic Beast?”    

    

“No, Zhang Xing seems to be using a magic!”    

    

Upon thinking such thoughts, the village chief’s mind began buzzing uncontrollably in confusion as he collapsed on his rear.    

    

“That child is actually a great mage of this continent!”    

    

“Oh my god, a six year old mage!”    

    

During his younger days, the village chief had once followed his seniors to a large city and was fortunate enough to lay his eyes upon the respected Novice Mages.    

    

During that trip, he saw a Novice Mage dressed in a silver-gray magic robe. After chanting his spell in a low voice during the selection ceremony, he shook his hands and shot out a fist-sized fireball that ignited the charcoal in the brazier.    

    

As for the Demonic Wolf’s Wind Blade, its special ability was recorded in the hunting manual of the village.    

    

At that time, none of the villagers noticed the village chief’s shocked expression as they were all petrified by the ridiculous scene before them.    

    

Colliding with the flame breath, the wind blade diminished in the air.    

    

Seeing this, the Demonic Wolf was also startled as it revealed a trace of astonishment in its eyes.    

    

However, lacking the intelligence of a human, it just kept shooting out wind blades desperately instead of changing its plan of attack.    

    

A Second Stage Demonic Wolf that kept shooting out wind blades was exactly the same level as Zhang Xing, who was an Intermediate Warrior and a Novice Mage.    

    

Although Zhang Xing’s current strength was slightly weaker, he was obviously much stronger in terms of magic.    

    

As Zhang Xing shot out a flurry of fire balls in a row, the Demonic Wolf’s wind blades were slowly unable to keep up.    

    

Noticing his advantage, Zhang Xing’s confidence skyrocketted. The little black dragon’s ability to breath fire could also be considered his own ability.    

    

There’s no way a dragon was inferior to a mere wolf, right?    

    

In this battle, Zhang Xing did not need to go through the trouble of circulating his Mediation Arts. While using his Flame Breathing Technique, the fire elements in the air rushed crazily towards his body.    

    

At this point, the Demonic Wolf was feeling extremely fatigued as it had used up most of its magicule. Nearing its defeat, it obviously wanted to retreat.    

    

Just as the Demonic Wolf turned around with the intention to escape, Zhang Xing suddenly dashed forward and threw a punch at the Demonic Wolf. At the same time, he breathed his flames towards the wolf ahead of his initial attack.    

    

At that instant, the flame enveloped the entire body of the Demonic Wolf the size of a bull.    

    

Shrieking in pure agony, the Demonic Wolf rolled across the ground in an attempt to put out the flame on its body.    

    

At that moment, Zhang Xing’s fist finally caught up as it jabbed down on the Demonic Wolf.    

    

Howling in excruciating pain, the Demonic Wolf had completely lost all its arrogance from before. Like a dog that had lost its home, it struggled to get up as it desperately staggered away for its life.    

    

As the magical flame intensified, the smell of burnt fur and roasted meat wafted through the air.    

    

At this moment, the villagers’ despair and worry for Zhang Xing was quickly replaced with uplifting spirits and pure relief.    

    

After all, Zhang Xing had chased the Demonic Wolf away to a place more than ten miles away from the village, surrounded by nothing but barren hills.    

    

“Hei Bao, come out and exercise your body!”