He loaded his gun with Exploding Fist bullets and fired straight at the frog's right eye. The bullets struck instantly and exploded in a single burst. The frog let out a deafening scream that seemed to shake the world. Its tentacles swung wildly toward him as if it sensed his presence right in front of it. Seeing the approaching tentacles, he decided to take a chance. He created six bullets, absorbed them, and channeled them into the gauntlet on his right hand. In a split second, he repeated the process three times, until a white ball of lightning the size of a basketball materialized in front of his palm. The blue tentacles were now only a few metres away from tearing him apart, and instead of dodging, he unleashed a palm strike.

Instantly, an explosion of white light erupted, blinding the surroundings. A pillar of lightning, approximately ten meters in diameter, shot from his hand toward the frog. The bolt struck the creature's face, and the frog's head jerked back. It released a scream so loud it felt as though the world trembled, a sound akin to a thousand frogs being boiled alive. The frog staggered, its massive body swaying as it began to fall. The tentacles that had been attacking Liu Xing redirected themselves, desperately trying to support the huge body and prevent it from collapsing.

As his attack ended and gravity pulled him toward the lake, Liu Xing caught a glimpse of the frog's face. The right side was gone, as if it had been bitten off. The flesh around the wound sizzled and burned, red blood gushing out and mixing with a slimy pink liquid. The left side of his face twisted in rage. Its eye, marked with a distinct sun-like pattern, spun rapidly, resembling a miniature black hole. The frog croaked, and Liu Xing recognized the sound of pure rage.

Despite the incomplete kill, Liu Xing grinned ferociously. He was disappointed the attack hadn't killed the frog instantly, but he now knew it was effective. A normal attack from the Thunderstrike Gauntlets consumed a lot of his qi, but using his gun drastically reduced qi expenditure. Crucially, Liu Xing realized he could launch many more attacks like this.

"Bastard!" the frog croaked. "I'll tear you apart!"

The frog's tentacles writhed around its shoulders, solidifying and merging. Soon, instead of thousands of individual tentacles, the frog possessed four blue arms—two on each shoulder. The arms appeared scrawny, boneless and fleshy, each hand ending in nine fingers. Observing this, Liu Xing wondered about the abilities of the hands. They seemed weak compared to the tentacles. Then, the four hands quickly began to form hand seals, interlocking their fingers and pressing their palms together in quick succession.

Liu Xing's heart raced. No way. No way!

Techniques could be activated in a variety of ways. The most common method was the qi cycling method, followed by talismans or formations. Hand seals were usually reserved for complicated techniques that were beyond the scope of qi cycling alone, or for techniques that originated in the distant past, as hand seals were more popular in ancient times than the qi cycling method. Liu Xing had never thought of a spirit beast using such a technique, let alone a hand seal!

The hands became still, each pair of palms pressed tightly together. The frog's remaining eye spun with increasing speed, and its horn began to emit a red glow. Instantly, the horn exploded into millions of pink leaves. He noticed red spots among them and realized they were hearts floating in the swarm of pink leaves.

He focused his attention on the millions of pink leaves. They grew denser, enveloping him as he continued to fall. From the outside, it would have looked like a giant pink ball materializing over the lake and beginning to shrink. He remained invisible, but the swarm of pink leaves seemed to sense his approximate location, attempting to trap him within a shrinking prison. The leaves spun faster and faster, and Liu Xing suspected he would be shredded if he didn't act quickly.

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Liu Xing loaded his gun with qi bullets, absorbed it, and channeled it into his right gauntlet. Summoning his shield and stepping on it, he adjusted his stance and unleashed a palm strike. White light erupted from his right hand, and a concentrated bolt of lightning several meters in diameter shot outward, scorching the pink leaves in front of him and tearing a large hole in the enclosing prison.

Seeing a viable escape route, he jumped through the opening and out of the pink prison. As he escaped, the frog took wide strides, crossing the small lake in an instant. Its upper two hands remained clasped together, but the lower two were now free. One of the freed hands formed a fist and hurtled toward him. Reacting instantly, he summoned his shield and leaped. The fist passed beneath him, as if he had jumped over a speeding blue train. The fist slammed into the shield, then into the pink prison, scattering the leaves like agitated wasps.

Rotating in the air, he recharged his Thunderstrike Gauntlets and unleashed a thousand lightning bolts at the frog's face. The attack was not concentrated, but upon impact, arcs of electricity danced across its face, causing the frog to croak in pain.

A stray pink leaf grazed Liu Xing's right cheek. The impact snapped his head to the side, and he spat a mouthful of blood as he began spinning uncontrollably. As the world blurred around him, his brain rattled, but he realized these leaves were incredibly dangerous. Though they flew with the speed of a normal bird, their power was surreal—his cheek felt as though it had been struck by a rocket.

Liu Xing landed heavily on the lake shore, his face turned toward the sky. The pink leaves swarmed overhead, searching for him. As they spread out, some drifted down and approached his position. He stood up and zigzagged to avoid the dangerous pink leaves. Liu Xing suspected that his normal Lightning Palm would be enough to destroy each leaf individually, but he also knew that destroying some would probably reveal his location to the frog.

As he moved, Liu Xing considered how to end the fight. The only solution he could conceive of was utilizing his Thunderstrike Gauntlets again. Still, seeing the frog continue to fight even after losing half its head, he understood its weakness wasn't in its head.

While he was thinking about where to strike, the frog suddenly jumped into the sky. It rose so high that for a moment he thought it was trying to escape. But then the frog began to descend, twisting its body into a huge cannonball. The frog crashed into the lake. The water exploded upward, waves ripple outward from the impact, and artificial rain began to fall. The frog stood up and snapped its head to the left and right.

When its eyes locked on his position, it stopped and croaked. "There you are!"

The Frog must have noticed the water soaking Liu Xing's clothes, which allowed him to see where he stood despite remaining invisible. The frog pointed at him, and the leaves sped toward him like thousands of military drones intent on destruction.

Liu Xing darted left and right, moving as fast as he could. When ten leaves arrived directly in front of him, Liu Xing used a lightning blade to slash through them. He expected the severed leaves to fall, but instead, they continued to fly toward him, doubling in number. Seeing this, he aimed his gun at each leaf and began to blow them up. As he weaved left and right, up and down, he fired relentlessly. But with each passing second, more leaves swarmed him. Eventually, Liu Xing found himself in a clearing in front of the lake, realizing he could no longer evade them. The pink leaves floated around him leaving no path for escape.

Gritting his teeth, he channeled qi into his gauntlet and unleashed thousands of lightning bolts, destroying some of the leaves and creating a gap for escape. Then he lunged at the frog, who waved his index finger like a conductor to direct the leaves.

He realized the gravity of the situation he was in. If he continued to dodge, a leaf would eventually hit him, and then the entire swarm would overpower him. He aimed his weapon at a floating heart nearby, suspecting that it might be controlling the leaves. He fired, and the bullet pierced the heart, causing it to fall, but nothing changed. The leaves continued their attack. He was fairly certain that the heart serves some purpose, but its exact function remained unclear.

As he flew toward the frog, he fired several bullets infused with Exploding Fist. Each bullet struck the frog's torso, triggering a series of explosions that pushed the creature back. But as the smoke cleared, he saw no wound, not even a scratch on its humanoid torso.

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