"Ah..."
Duan Ming felt the pain; he let out a scream after being scorched by the flames, his clothes and hair quickly turning to ash.
But despite his cries, he endured it with clenched fists, standing firm where he was.
The fire was painful for him, yet he gritted his teeth and endured.
Xiao Mu watched and couldn't help but nod secretly; this young man's willpower was not weak. Although his aptitude was slightly lacking, that was not the most critical factor.
The flames gradually subsided, and the pain Duan Ming was suffering also slowly eased.
He looked toward Xiao Mu, opened his mouth trying to speak, but as he began to open his mouth, a gust and a fierce flame burst out from it simultaneously.
Yet Duan Ming was not afraid; instead, he was joyful and jumped up; he was delighted and shouted while jumping, "I've become a Mutated Being, I've become a Mutated Being."
