First Strike: Head Severing Cut!

Clink!

"Not so soon, little brother!"

The sound of metal against metal echoed as Master Long, who had spent the entire battle appearing as little more than a fragile old man, leaning on his cane like a senile bystander, suddenly moved with startling speed.

Swoosh!

He flew into the air, his long beard flowing behind him as he intercepted the Red boy's spear with his cane, a sharp gleam flashing in his once-closed eyes.

"Tsk!"

The Red boy clicked his tongue in frustration, his spear, which had been aimed straight for Murong Shan, halted mid-thrust by Master Long's seemingly ordinary cane.

Annoyance flickered across the boy's face as he took a step back, his red skin shimmering with faint heat as if he were holding back a blaze.

Shua! Shua! Shua!