Khan's fury reached its peak the moment he saw that same grin still plastered across Lucas's face. The arrogance in it was like a blade across his pride, and he could no longer contain himself. With a roar that carried his anger, he hurled the blazing sphere of fire straight at Lucas. The flames screamed through the air, twisting violently, scorching everything in their path. The heat grew unbearable, forcing the nearest spectators to stumble further back, shielding their eyes from the brilliance of the inferno.
The fireball was no illusion, no conjurer's trick. It carried the destructive force of a grandmaster's cultivation, a power capable of reducing a body to nothing but ashes. The crowd gasped, some even crying out as though they themselves were about to be consumed. A young man muttered in horror, "That's the end of him… no one can stop that."
