diskusbooks Chapter 297: Flame Field
Chapter 297: Flame Field
The surface of the box is inlaid with fine runes, but the most prominent one is the large number 3.
"It seems the island is indeed blessed with extraordinary fortune." Mo Ming smiled faintly, but instead of moving closer, he stopped and scanned his surroundings.
As expected, the appearance of the diamond resource box was not simple.
As he was observing, a strange noise came from the surrounding woods.
Several figures rushed out from different directions almost simultaneously, their eyes fixed on the level 3 diamond resource box, their eyes gleaming with intense light.
"Hahaha! It's actually a level 3 diamond resource chest! This mysterious island is truly full of opportunities; a level 3 diamond resource chest appeared right after I arrived!"
A middle-aged cultivator in a red robe spoke first, his voice filled with ecstatic joy. Behind him followed several survivors armed with weapons.
"Hmph, this isn't something just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can have."
On the other side, a young man in silver armor spoke coldly. His aura was sharp, and he was surrounded by silver lightning. Behind him were also several powerful cultivators.
"Hehe, everyone can see this resource box. Whoever has the ability can take it."
The third party was a thin, elderly man with narrowed eyes that gleamed with a cold light. He held a black cane with a dark red gem at the top, emanating a chilling aura.
The three forces confronted each other, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.
Mo Ming stood aside, silently observing everything. He didn't rush to reveal his presence, but instead hid among the bushes, watching the situation unfold.
"Looks like this box is really troublesome." Mo Ming chuckled inwardly, but his eyes remained fixed on the resource box. A resource box of this level must contain extremely valuable treasures, and might even be an opportunity that could change one's destiny.
However, getting your hands on it is clearly not easy.
"Friends over there, since you're here, show yourself!" The silver-armored youth suddenly turned around and shouted loudly in Mo Ming's direction.
Mo Ming did not respond, remaining quietly hidden among the grass and trees. Who knew if the other party was bluffing him?
"Stab!"
A bolt of lightning suddenly exploded overhead. Mo Ming reacted instantly, stepping out in one stride on his Cloud-Stepping Boots.
"Ha! There really are rats hiding in the shadows." The old man chuckled sinisterly, then turned to continue staring at the other two.
"Kid, let me give you a piece of advice: leave now, or else..."
Halfway through his sentence, just as the various forces were locked in a standoff, the middle-aged cultivator in red robes suddenly turned around and made the first move.
He made a hand seal, and a blazing flame instantly erupted from his palm, transforming into a fire dragon that rushed straight towards the silver-armored youth.
In his view, the silver-armored youth was more threatening and had to be eliminated first.
"You're courting death!" The silver-armored youth sneered, waving his spear and unleashing a burst of lightning that transformed into a long silver lightning serpent, heading straight for the fire dragon.
"Hehe, young people just can't keep their composure."
The thin old man chuckled sinisterly, and his cane suddenly trembled, emitting a bright dark red light that transformed into a blood mist that enveloped the two of them.
"Looks like nobody takes me seriously!" Mo Ming said with a self-deprecating laugh.
The next second, all the survivors behind the silver-armored youth and the red-robed cultivator rushed towards Mo Ming.
"Damn! I was just saying it offhand, you guys are really going to take it seriously, aren't you?"
Mo Ming wore cloud-stepping boots, his figure as elusive as a wisp of green smoke, weaving through the crowd like a dragon, without a single leaf touching him.
His movements were extremely agile, each step seemingly calculated, allowing him to evade enemy attacks while cleverly utilizing the terrain for cover.
The bronze demon-suppressing sword seemed to come alive in his hands, its light flashing and carrying with it a chilling glint.
Mo Ming's swordsmanship was not flashy, but extremely precise. Each strike perfectly blocked the enemy's attack route and even caught the enemy off guard with a counterattack.
Just moments later, more than a dozen corpses lay on the ground.
"This kid has some skill!"
A burly man wielding a long sword, who was originally behind the red-robed cultivator, snorted coldly, stomped his foot, and charged towards Mo Ming like a small mountain.
The long sword in his hand brought a whistling wind as it slashed down fiercely. Before the blade even reached the ground, the ground was already cleaved in a deep gash by the sword's energy.
However, Mo Ming remained completely calm. He lightly touched the ground with his feet, his figure drifting backward like a wisp of smoke, dodging the sharp edge of the blade. At the same time, his bronze demon-suppressing sword flicked lightly, the tip grazing the opponent's blade, producing a crisp metallic snapping sound.
"what?"
The burly man felt a jolt in his hand as the longsword snapped in two. His expression changed slightly; he clearly hadn't expected Mo Ming's strength to be so formidable.
"Is that all you've got?" Mo Ming sneered as he thrust out the bronze demon-suppressing sword, its tip aimed directly at the burly man's chest.
The burly man was shocked and hurriedly raised his broken sword to parry. However, Mo Ming's swordsmanship suddenly changed. The original straight thrust suddenly turned into a sweeping motion, and the sword light rained down on the burly man like a meteor shower.
"What a fast sword!"
The burly man was terrified and quickly retreated, trying to create distance. However, Mo Ming gave him no chance to catch his breath.
He stomped his foot and charged forward like an arrow, the bronze demon-suppressing sword in his hand turning into a cold light, aiming straight for the opponent's throat.
"stop!"
Upon seeing this, the red-robed cultivator who was originally fighting against the other two darkened his expression, made a hand seal, and a ball of blazing flame suddenly burst out from his palm, transforming into a fire dragon that rushed straight at Mo Ming.
"Humph!"
Mo Ming snorted coldly, turned around, and the Cloud-Stepping Boots on his feet emitted a faint light, increasing his speed to the extreme. The moment the fire dragon pounced, his figure mysteriously disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already to the side of the fire dragon.
"go with!"
Mo Ming swung the bronze demon-suppressing sword in his hand, and a sharp sword aura slashed out, aiming straight for the fire dragon's vital spot.
"boom!"
The sword energy collided with the fire dragon, creating a deafening explosion. Blazing flames scattered in all directions, instantly igniting the surrounding vegetation and turning it into a sea of fire.
However, Mo Ming remained calm and composed. His figure moved through the sea of fire like a swimming dragon, completely unaffected. At the same time, his gaze remained fixed on the red-robed cultivator.
"This kid... he actually managed to break my Fire Dragon Technique?"
The red-robed cultivator's expression turned grim. He hadn't expected Mo Ming to be so powerful, completely unlike an ordinary survivor who only knew how to pick up scraps.
"It seems I have no choice but to show some real skills."
The red-robed cultivator snorted coldly, his hand seals suddenly changing, and his spiritual power surged wildly. The next moment, a blazing flame rose from beneath his feet, transforming into a fiery domain that enveloped Mo Ming.
"Flame Domain?"