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!
