'And from the sound of it, my flames haven't affected him at all.'
'This is bad!'
'Run!'
Zhu Yan was starting to regret stepping onto the stage, but all he could do now was run for his life.
On the Martial Arts Arena.
He ran!
He chased!
He had nowhere to run!
Zhu Yan was stunned. He didn't understand how Zhao Ci had locked onto his position, nor why Zhao Ci was even faster than him.
Then.
He felt a hand grab the back of his collar and hoist him into the air.
Zhao Ci's lips twisted into a smirk. "Gotcha!"
Zhu Yan: "..."
Scared out of his wits, he lifted his Long Sword to strike.
But with a sweep of his spear, Zhao Ci dislocated Zhu Yan's right wrist, sending his Long Sword clattering far away.
Zhu Yan's face went pale. "I surr—mmph!"
Zhao Ci clamped a hand over his mouth and slammed his head to the ground. "Damn it! Even now, you still think you're my equal? Well, I guess I'll just have to prove you wrong!"
Zhu Yan: "???"
