Super Zoo

Fanatics think completely differently from normal people, because fanatics are not normal to begin with. What kind of person — even slightly sane — would burn himself just to prove the existence of the ethereal Fire God Mazda, all on a whim?

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But this also goes to show why the Fire Worshiping Sect, though gradually declining, still manages to exist in predominantly Muslim Arabia; probably because it's upheld by a group of devout followers willing to sacrifice their lives.

The sudden self-immolation of Big Beard terrified everyone on the plane. Nobody was thinking about how Big Beard could have brought flammable materials onboard anymore; the fire hadn't fully ignited yet, just catching the hem of Big Beard's robe on fire, and the cabin was already in chaos. Passengers screamed one after another, frantically unbuckling their seat belts, trying to escape for their lives.

The flight attendant closest to him was so scared that she froze, sitting on the floor with a blank mind, forgetting even the most basic knowledge from the flight attendant training.

Zhao Yun acted quickly without thinking. The moment Big Beard conjured flames as if by magic, Zhao Yun had already delivered a fierce elbow strike, breaking the fire extinguisher cabinet in the aisle and grabbing the portable extinguisher inside to spray at Big Beard.

With a puff, a stream of white powder shot towards Big Beard, dimming the flames under his robe and halting their upward spread for an instant.

Whether Big Beard was confused by the fire or out to uphold his god's honor, he suddenly charged forward, half his body ablaze, and tackled Zhao Yun to the ground. Caught off guard, Zhao Yun felt a burning pain on his arm from the flames, and the extinguisher was knocked from his grasp, rolling under a row of seats.

In the time it takes to blink, from the moment Big Beard set himself on fire to when he tackled Zhao Yun, Zhao Yun had dispensed the fire extinguisher, and Big Beard had ignited the flames; both actions were nearly simultaneous. Zhao Yun's first spray had managed to control the situation to some extent.

Still, the lingering flames on Big Beard's clothing were not to be underestimated and were about to spread to Zhao Yun.

Nangong Huang immediately lay on the ground, reaching for the extinguisher that had flown under the seats.

But there was no time. Once the fire spread, it could burn a person to death in mere seconds. By the time Nangong Huang or someone else picked up the extinguisher again, it would be too late.

Whether Big Beard lived or died was none of Suming's concern, but Zhao Yun absolutely couldn't get hurt. If Zhao Yun were to be injured, how would Suming explain it to Zhaoqian and Chengcheng?

Almost on instinct, Suming gritted his teeth, shattered an energy storage orb, then threw himself onto the fieriest part of Big Beard's body like a blanket.

The three of them were piled up like a sandwich, with Zhao Yun underneath, Big Beard in the middle, and Suming's stomach pressing right on the burning part of Big Beard's robe, while his hands quickly tried to snuff out the remaining flames on his legs.

Fire needs air to burn; when Suming pressed down on him like that, the flames at the hem of Big Beard's clothes were instantly extinguished by more than half, and the little flames on his legs were quickly snuffed out as well.

The problem was that Suming's clothes caught fire!

He was wearing shorts and a round-neck T-shirt, both made of breathable pure cotton, which was more flammable than Big Beard's robe.

Then Suming stood up, half his body on fire, looking like a giant monkey ablaze. He jumped around in the aisle, desperately slapping the flames on his body, while screaming, "Hot, hot, hot..."

He had instantly activated three energy storage orbs, acquiring the Tortoise Shell Divine Skill from the crocodile turtle. The spiritual power from the orbs formed an invisible protective layer on his body's surface, not only withstanding some damage but also isolating him a bit from the flames.

It's like if you set a pile of fire on a crocodile turtle's back; for a short time, the turtle might not even feel pain.

Although the Tortoise Shell Divine Skill wasn't as thick as the original crocodile turtle's shell, luckily, Suming wasn't wearing much clothing, and the flames were limited. He wouldn't get burned in a short time, but it still felt burning hot, similar to being scalded by boiling water.

"Take off your clothes! Nangong Huang!" Zhao Yun shouted as he looked up!@@novelbin@@

The first part was directed at Suming, and the second part at Nangong Huang.

While jumping around, Suming started to rip off his clothes and threw them to the ground.

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He had on, at most, three articles of clothing including his underwear, and it took only a moment to be stripped bare...

Nangong Huang straightened up from under the seat, holding a fire extinguisher, ready to spray Suming.

Suddenly, the surroundings quieted down. The screams and shouts that filled the cabin just seconds ago had completely disappeared, leaving only Suming's bizarre yells.

Then, like the other passengers in the cabin, he saw a very weird scene.

Suming stood naked in the aisle, buttocks bared, furiously kicking at a pile of flames on the floor, and as he kicked, he bellowed, "Out, out, out!"

The flight attendant, who had been scared into falling to the floor, now sat less than a meter away, her mouth agape, staring blankly at the spectacle.

After a few kicks, the fire was finally completely extinguished.

"Oh my gosh, brother-in-law, you've managed to expose yourself abroad! Hurry and put something on!" Nangong Huang grabbed a large blanket and quickly wrapped it around Suming's waist, then turned with an angry glare at the flight attendant, "What are you looking at, have you never seen one this big?!"

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The brief disturbance finally subsided, thankfully the plane's seats were made of fire-resistant material. Only the clothes of Suming and his two companions were burned; otherwise, if the fire had spread, no one would have been able to handle it.

The shaken passengers, reassured by the flight attendants, took their seats again.

Under the 'escort' and protection of an air marshal armed with a special firearm, the three injured were taken to the first-class cabin in front for some basic medical treatment and bandaging.

Zhao Yun had a burn on his arm, red and bloated like a boiled shrimp, a few large blisters forming; Big Beard was in a worse state, his pants completely gone from the lower half, his legs were visibly charred and likely needed skin grafts, otherwise both legs were completely disfigured, and his stomach and private parts were also badly burned...

Although Big Beard was severely injured, he remained conscious, handcuffed to the chairback, and throughout the treatment, he glared fiercely at Suming, as if blaming him for ruining his 'good deed' and hindering his devotion to the great god Mazda...

Out of the three, Suming suffered the least injury; Zhao Yun used the fire extinguisher on him just as the fire started. The flames weren't really big, and, moreover, thanks to the protection of the Tortoise Shell Divine Skill, Suming was practically unharmed, with only his chest and buttocks scalded red – at a glance, he looked as if he just came out of a large bathhouse.

Seeing Big Beard glaring at him continuously, Suming got infuriated and flipped him the bird viciously: "Keep looking, and I'll gouge your eyeballs out!" Suming

"(**&#!" Big Beard suddenly let out a strange yell, disregarding his injured legs, he struggled to get closer to Suming. Handcuffed to the seat, he shook it violently.

"What is he up to, I save him and that's wrong?!" Suming said angrily.

"You're misjudging him this time..." Zhao Yun said with a bitter smile, "He says you are unscathed in the flames, an emissary of the Fire God, and wants to kiss your feet..."

"Disgusting!" Suming grimaced in disgust and then irritably pointed at his head, "Who says I'm unharmed!"

Though the Tortoise Shell Divine Skill could protect his body, it couldn't protect his hair.

A large patch on his head was scorched bald, leaving only an uneven half of remaining hair, still smoking in a mess, and not much else of his hair remained anywhere else, as Lord Azure Dragon made his shining entrance.

The flight attendant from before, with a mix of tears and laughter, stood behind him, holding clippers to help Suming shave his head clean.

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