Li Xuanxun stood in the center of the field, hands spread open, placed by his sides.
On the palms, a dark green, flashing flame rose, casting a green light on the side of his face.
He laughed loudly, arrogantly confident: "My [Bone Melting Phosphorus Fire], is an A-level superpower!"
"As long as it touches a little, it'll burn straight through skin and muscle, destroying bones with an invincible flame!"
Standing opposite him was Li Xing, surrounded by a chilling aura, hair standing like a porcupine, with floating ice crystals around him like tiny ice knives.
"Idiot."
Li Xing raised an eyebrow, speaking with a biting tone: "What the hell are you saying?"
"Speak Mandarin, okay?"
Like a chicken talking to a duck, they had a conversation of solitude.
At least the two could catch some flavor from each other's expressions and tones.
"Damn! You little brat! How dare you look down on me!" Li Xuanxun was infuriated.
