Countless flames began to shatter.
Clicking his tongue, he watched the scene unfold.
âTsk.â
Was this too much to handle? He had hoped otherwise, but reality confirmed his doubts.
The old manâs gaze turned toward him.
His eyes seemed to askâ
Is that all youâve got?
Is this the end?
Even while moving with such deadly precision, the old man still had the composure to taunt him?
It was ridiculous.
âHah.â
He let out a short laugh and focused his strength.
He didnât stop forming the flames. It had to be done simultaneously.
Only then could he at least restrain the old manâs movements.
Fwooshâ!
Attempting to do both at once, his energy nearly tangled. It was dangerously unstable, but he managed to pull through.
Pouring out flames, he gripped the Flame Spear tightly.
Two martial techniquesâused simultaneously.
If he made a mistake, the energy flow would twist, and heâd end up suffering from Qi deviation.
But so what? If he feared such things, he had no business fighting this battle in the first place.
Thudâ!
His foot stomped down, splashing ink across the ground.
âHuffâ!!â
With all his strength, he hurled the spear forward.
Screeeechâ!!
The spear tore through the air with a deafening noise.
Just as the spearâs tip was about to reach the old manâ
Swish.
A faint sound emerged from somewhere.
The scent of flowers brushed past his nose.
And he saw it.
Whooshâ!
Plum blossoms bloomed from the old manâs body.
Petals scattered, floating gently in the air.
Thin and delicate plum blossoms.
They seemed fragile, swaying powerlessly in the wind.