Chapter 94

"Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!"

Fang Mo crossed his hands, channeling his power, and unleashed a devastating display of fire. The initial flame began as a thin line, but as it burst out of the room, it transformed into an expansive sea of fire, engulfing the entire test field like a colossal tsunami. In an instant, an area spanning thousands of square kilometers succumbed to the ferocious blaze.

The flames showed no mercy, incinerating everything in their path—lawns, trees, debris, and cars—leaving no remnants behind. Even within the room, the temperature skyrocketed, causing nearby furniture to smolder and burn. The sound of shattered glass resonated as the smoke alarm blared frantically.

Everyone stood motionless, utterly speechless, and utterly awestruck by the unfolding spectacle. The flames outside the window turned the dark night into a blazing inferno, casting a crimson glow that veiled even the moon.

This power surpassed that of any mutant. It was akin to witnessing a miraculous phenomenon.

"I... I think I understand now," Darwin muttered, his eyes fixed on the spectacle before him. "I understand why they call him the Celestial."

"I feel the same way," Alex added, equally mesmerized by the distant scene.

"You know what? I can't help but feel..." Sean's voice trembled as he struggled to compose himself. "We don't even deserve to be his teammates."

"Maybe we're just spectators," Darwin blurted out, his thoughts running wild. "We should simply applaud and cheer for him from behind..."

"But only if we survive," Salvador interjected, unable to bear the scorching heat. "I feel like my wings are about to be charred."

As the team grappled with the intense heat, Fang Mo, a short distance away, finally ceased the torrent of flames.

As the fiery tide gradually subsided, the test field underwent a complete transformation. The ground lay scorched and crimson, with the soil almost melting and cooling into a crystalline state.

As far as the eye could see, the earth had turned into a desolate wasteland, shrouded in rising smoke.

A gust of wind carried ashes high into the sky.

"I suppose they've been burned to ashes, right?"

Fang Mo observed the aftermath on the test field, nodding to himself. "Indeed, this is the true power of the Uchiha's Ninjutsu. It even saves the enemy the cost of cremation. Tsk tsk, if Führer had known about this, perhaps he wouldn't have taken his own life over a mere gas bill..."

(TL: This is because Hitler always does gas chambers…)

"Can you please stop with the dark humor?"

At that moment, Wolverine Logan dragged Hellfire Azazel over and reprimanded Fang Mo. "Last time you cracked a dark joke, we ended up confronting hell directly. Can't you control yourself now?"

"Oh, so this guy isn't dead yet?"

Fang Mo completely disregarded Logan's complaint, his attention fixed on Azazel. "Surprisingly, this one has quite the resilience, even stronger than Noriaki Kakyoin."

Indeed, Fang Mo had previously punched a hole through Azazel's chest, but the demon-like mutant still clung to life. Although Azazel had lost consciousness, a faint breath persisted.

"It must be part of his mutant ability."

Logan, unaware of the Kakyoin, commented on Azazel's condition. "He probably possesses some unique constitution that grants him this appearance and physical prowess far beyond that of ordinary individuals."

"No matter how impressive his constitution may be, it still pales in comparison to yours, doesn't it?"

Fang Mo couldn't help but remark, "No matter how much you praise him, it won't change the fact that he was knocked down by my power and speedy punch. You, on the other hand, are different. I believe you could withstand a barrage of ORA ORA..."

"What the hell is ORA ORA?"

Logan interrupted, unable to contain his curiosity. "It's like your mind never thinks of anything good. By the way, how should we deal with this guy? Should we just finish him off?"

"Well..."

Fang Mo turned his gaze to the fallen Azazel, lost in deep thought.

However, before he could decide, the nearby door suddenly swung open, and a woman walked in. Fang Mo instinctively looked up, locking eyes with her, and both parties froze in place.

"What the f*ck, it's you?"

Upon seeing the woman, Fang Mo couldn't help but utter a curse.

The woman appeared somewhat thrilled. "How dare you harm Azazel!"

Before anyone could react, the woman narrowed her eyes, and suddenly, everyone felt a wave of dizziness engulf them. Countless agonizing memories flooded their minds, causing them to groan in agony, clutching their heads as they collapsed to the ground.

This woman, Emma Frost, was also a prominent member of the Hellfire Club, much like Professor X. She ranked among the world's most formidable telepaths, known as the White Queen.

Emma exerted her powers to their maximum extent at that moment.

Almost everyone succumbed, writhing in pain on the ground.

However, unlike the others, Fang Mo not only remained standing but closed his eyes peacefully, a nostalgic expression crossing his face, devoid of any suffering.

"Hmm?"

Emma felt perplexed by this sight.

She instinctively tried to delve into Fang Mo's mind.

But as soon as the thought entered her mind, Fang Mo abruptly opened his eyes.

Emma was caught off guard, sensing an overwhelming sense of danger. Quickly, she activated her own ability, transforming her entire body into diamond form.

In the next instant, Fang Mo materialized before Emma. Without hesitation, he seized her head, lifted her into the air, spun her around, and slammed her forcefully into the ground.

With a thunderous crash, the entire building seemed to shake.

Emma experienced excruciating pain throughout her body, as if she could hear the sound of bones shattering. Yet, before she could even attempt to rise, Fang Mo had already drawn his Cleaver and thrust it downwards. The blade emitted a metallic clang as it pierced through Emma's back, passing through her entire body and plunging more than half a foot deep into the concrete floor, securing her firmly in place.

Though her diamond form shielded her from feeling excessive pain, Emma couldn't help but emit a scream.

"Do you know what happened to the last person who dared to peer into my mind?"

Fang Mo gradually squatted down, his gaze fixed on the terrified Emma. "He became a paralyzed cripple confined to a wheelchair, lost all his hair, lived a life of profound misery, and eventually suffered from senile dementia, dying alone in a foreign land..."

"Who... who are you?"

Emma stared at Fang Mo, attempting to suppress her fear, and asked.

"Didn't Sebastian tell you?" Fang Mo smiled and inquired, "Do you know how he escaped from Auschwitz eighteen years ago?"

"... It's you?!"

Emma suddenly realized, her eyes widening in realization.

"Yeah, the whole world tried their best to forget about me."

Fang Mo slowly tightened his grip on the Piaodao's handle, exerting pressure. "But now, I have returned."

"Wait, I surrender..."

Emma, feeling the cracks in her body widen, hurriedly pleaded, "

Don't kill me. I can be your subordinate, I will follow your every command..."

"Sorry, I am a member of the Love Party. I don't engage in underhanded tactics like stealing someone else's love."

Fang Mo shook his head slowly. "You and Sebastian are a couple. I cannot stoop so low. Therefore, let us descend to hell together..."

"I have nothing to do with Shaw!"

Emma quickly protested, "We are just his subordinates, sharing a common ideal!"

"Oh? Are you absolutely certain?"

Fang Mo regarded Emma with surprise.

"I am certain!"

"Hmm..." Fang Mo stroked his chin and couldn't help but comment, "Is Sebastian injured or something? Why is he acting like those protagonists in online novels... losing interest even in that aspect?"

"..."

Emma remained silent, uncertain how to respond.

"Forget it, I will spare your life. I appreciate the memories you evoked," Fang Mo pondered for a moment before reaching a decision. "Return to your human form, and I shall grant you a milk"

"Didn't my psychic attack revive painful memories for you?"

Upon hearing Fang Mo's words, Emma felt bewildered. She swiftly dispelled her diamond form, as failure to do so would result in being crushed into pieces.

However, due to her severe injuries, Emma coughed up blood after reverting to her human form. The wound on her lower back had severed her spinal column, internal organs, and arteries. She felt herself teetering on the edge of collapse.

"Whether they bring happiness or sadness, those were once cherished memories for me."

Fang Mo briefly explained, then poured an instant healing potion down Emma's throat.

The healing potion proved potent, whether consumed orally or applied externally. In the past, when Stark had his stomach removed and couldn't absorb the potion, Fang Mo poured it into the cavity, resulting in the instantaneous regeneration of his stomach. Its remarkable effectiveness was undeniable.

After saving Emma, Fang Mo also administered a bottle of healing potion to Hellfire Azazel.

The main reason behind this decision was Azazel's demonic appearance. Fang Mo considered it amusing to teach him a few hellish jokes. He could then proudly boast to others that even demons sought his guidance.

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