"Clang!" Amid the intense clanging sound, the Boomerang Axe heavily chopped onto the small arm of the Ice Dragon. After a deflection, it spun back towards Xin Yun.
Seeing this, Xin Yun couldn't help but frown. He had been too busy in the past six months to find much time to practice the spinning axe technique, and now that he was retraining his left hand, his control was lacking. Even if the Ice Dragon didn't block, the axe would most likely not hit a person but rather strike near the throat, close to the chest - a location that meant nothing to a dragon.
"Rumble, rumble, rumble..." As Xin Yun was contemplating, the ground of the arena suddenly shook violently, and deep red cracks rapidly spread. Numerous dark red Fireballs howled out, bombarding towards Xin Yun who was suspended mid-air.
