And from the sound of it, his flames didn't seem to have affected him at all.
'This is bad!'
'Run!'
Zhu Yan regretted ever stepping onto the stage, but now all he could do was run for his life.
On the Martial Arts Arena.
He ran!
He chased!
There was no escape!
Zhu Yan's mind went blank. He couldn't understand how Zhao Ci had locked onto his position, much less why Zhao Ci was even faster than him.
Then.
He felt a hand grab the back of his collar, hoisting him into the air.
Zhao Ci smirked. "Caught you!"
Zhu Yan: "..."
Panicked, he raised his Long Sword and thrust.
But Zhao Ci simply swept out with the shaft of his spear, dislocating Zhu Yan's right wrist. The Long Sword in his hand went flying with a CLANG.
Zhu Yan's face went deathly pale. "I surr—mph!"
Zhao Ci clamped a hand over his mouth and slammed his head to the ground. "Damn it! Even at this point, you still think you're my equal? Fine! I guess I'll just have to prove it to you!"
Zhu Yan: "???"
