Could You Possibly Have Some Misunderstanding With Regards to This Holy Term ‘Great Ancestor’?

Bang!

The giant fireball collided against Beardie's fists.

BOOM!

The fireball exploded, causing sparks to fly in all directions and crackling as they fell onto the ground.

"Are you alright?"

Sun Mo was worried.

"No problem at all!"

Beardie calmly placed his hands behind his back.

He couldn't do otherwise because it was too painful. If he placed his hands behind his back, he could still rub them gently to soften the pain.

(Wait. There are students behind me too.)

"But your sleeves are on fire."

Sun Mo reminded him kindly.

"F***!"

Beardie not only wanted to spew vulgarities, but he even felt an impulse to kill people.

This time around, he finally couldn't hold it anymore and swiftly slapped his right hand onto his thigh, wanting to douse the flames.

(Damn! It's really painful.)