Avatar: Flame Burn

Chapter 2
In fact, cats are not as effective at catching mice as dogs, because they are so playful and will use their fangs and claws to torture their prey to death.

Cruel, but that's just the nature of cats.

"Seeing you hiding in XZ and running all the way here again is really hard work, but I just need to wait and see to destroy your only hope, don't you think so, little rabbit?"

Fen Ou, a soldier from the Fire Nation, looked at Ryan at a loss and said coldly.

He was originally a hunter, and he was conscripted by the Fire Nation to fight, so he has a lot of experience in tracking. If he catches a fish that slipped through the net this time, he will definitely get a lot of rewards.

calm down!

Ryan forced himself to calm down, panic would only lead to death, and only by staying awake could he find a chance to live, even in the face of overwhelming odds.

"Okay, little mouse," Fenla smiled cruelly, "Next, get ready to taste the taste of your body becoming more and more mature!"

boom!
Before the words fell, his body stretched into a straight line, and at the same time he punched a right fist with his right fist, and a fireball the size of the right washbasin was ejected from the end of the fist, flying towards Ryan at an extremely fast speed!

Dangerous!
Ryan was concentrating on preparing to dodge, rolled to avoid the fireball, and grabbed the soil by the creek to be the celestial girl scattering flowers.

"Bah! Dog! You really pissed me off!" Fenla didn't notice for a moment, his face was covered with dirty mud, and he was wearing a helmet, which was not easy to clean.

Ryan does not retreat but advances!Holding the sharp stone from before, he aimed at the junction of the armor on Fenla's thigh and stabbed it with all his strength. The stone didn't go in a third of the way, and blood flowed profusely immediately.

"Aw!" All day long he hunted geese but was pecked by geese, Fenla's vision was blocked, and his thigh was hit, so he could only throw fireballs everywhere in impotent rage, hoping to hit this desperate child.

"Release... anger..."

Ryan, who succeeded in one blow and retreated quickly, hid behind the tree to observe, and he saw some clues from this bullying Fire Nation soldier.

The so-called imperial technique seems to not require any spells or formulas at all, only the blood and movements play a key role, so do I also...

Just do what you say, this should be the only way to defeat this follower and escape.

Ryan began to learn the movements of Fenla.

While imitating the movements, he was careful not to expose himself, and in conjunction with throwing stones and deliberately screaming to create doubts, Fenla was always in a state of excitement, and he was able to fully display more movements.

With the blazing heat coming from the blood, Ryan, who had already moved decently, finally hit a little spark.

The body is weak, and he used the fire control technique just by watching others perform it. It is already amazing to be able to do this kind of thing.

But it's not enough.

Suddenly, the movement of Fenla stopped.

He took off his helmet and blasted a ball of fire at the Lion's hiding place.

"Uh!"

The fireball came so quickly that Ryan, who had no time to dodge, had to resist!
I saw that he pushed forward with both hands, and also released a ball of fire to defuse Fenla's attack. This last spare energy was originally for the final blow, but now it will become a roasting man if it doesn't need it!
Fenla narrowed his eyes.

This little kid can actually suppress fires?
According to common sense, each Fire Sect is very important to the Raging Fire Nation, they are an indispensable force for future wars, and their survival must be guaranteed.

Fenla, who was so angry and dizzy, didn't care about this, and strode over to Ryan, who was already paralyzed on the ground, with two mouths when he raised one hand.

"Dog! Keep running!"

He had a grin all over his face, thinking that this disgusting brat was already meat on the chopping board, so he could do whatever he wanted.

"You...shouldn't...take off...the helmet..."

"What?" Fenla thought it was begging for mercy, "Besides, I didn't hear clearly!"

Pfft!

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and a red stone burned by the flames was stuck in the artery of Fen La's neck.

It turned out that Ryan never let go of the sharp stone, but kept heating it with the flame in the palm of his hand. Doing so would definitely burn a layer of skin off his hand. Even so, it was worth changing his life.

"Ah...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Fenla backed away in horror, his artery was punctured by the hot stone, his entire throat was messed up, and he couldn't even speak.

Fear of death instantly overwhelmed this bloody soldier. When killing innocent people, Fen La never thought that he would have this day.

He could only lie powerlessly on the river bed, watching the boy pick up a stone, limping and trying to get closer.

One step, two steps, three steps.

This is tantamount to a death sentence, but now, even begging for mercy is an extravagant hope.

"game over!"

The stone swung down, ending the life of the scout captain of the Fire Nation army.

After finishing the knife, Ryan lay beside the corpse panting and coughing non-stop. A series of actions had pushed him to the limit, and now he could only resign himself to fate.

It's better to say that he has time to think now, since he's already ruined anyway.

background?There is nothing more to say, one word can sum it up, war refugees.

Fire Control Art, this is a standard equipment in childhood fantasy, but unfortunately I don't have time to study it.

The memory of this body is very vague, and I can't remember many things. I only remember that I was pampered and pampered before I became a street child.

Consciousness... is falling...

Before completely comatose, Ryan saw a figure.

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I do not know how long it has been.

"Unknown ceiling..."

Ryan opened his eyes and found that he had left the creek and was lying on a bed in a dilapidated house, with a strong smell of medicine permeating every corner.

It appears to have been rescued.

Struggling to sit up, all the wounds were well bandaged, but the severe pain still swept through the whole body immediately.

Ryan couldn't help frowning.

"I, I advise you not to move around, the wound will burst open..."

The voice came from behind and was soft, either a woman or a child.

Ryan thought for a while, lay down again, and asked, "Where is this, did you save me?"

"I don't know where this is... My friend and I were separated. I saw you lying by the river a day ago, so I carried you back... You killed that Fire Nation soldier, you are so brave!"

The words are full of excitement.

"Uh, yes...thank you." Ryan really didn't know how to answer, "My name is Ryan, what about you?"

"I'm Lana!"

It's a girl's name.

Before Ryan could figure out what to say next, the voice of Patapata came, and it should be Lana who came over.

"Are you barefoot?" Ryan was a little puzzled. This dilapidated house was full of scattered earth and rocks. What if your feet were injured?
"It's okay, I'm Tuzong."

Lana walked up to Ryan, handed him a bowl of hot soup, scooped it up with a spoon, blew it cold, and fed it to her mouth with her own hands.

It was warm and delicious.

(End of this chapter)