Just an arm... I can do that!...
"Fine I agree! But you have to stick to the promise" Xiao Ling returned. "I will but if I do go all violent in where you take me, that's your problem, your highness"
Xiao Ling tsk-ed. But all the spirits around his throne seemed shocked and terrified. Something that made them feel that was from the last sentence that He Zhen spoke. Whether his word of violence or maybe what he had He Zhen called Xiao Ling, 'your highness...'
Why be afraid if he called your highness though. Wasn't that out of respect? Not only now they bowed to He Zhen but Xiao Ling too.
"Why are you flattering me, your highness? Won't you start first... or are you giving me an honor for the first move?"
Xiao Ling unsheathed his two fu-zan, his Chinese hairpins, ready for his first strike. He stood still, every muscle tensed, ready for anything that would satisfy his new desire to prove his innocence. The dragon surrounding He Zhen closed its eyes, gathering its fiery breath. With a roar, it unleashed a torrent of flames, not at Xiao Ling, but at The Zhen. Once its fury was spent, the dragon vanished into the sky.
"Ready?"
Amidst the smoldering ashes, He Zhen's voice sent shivers down Xiao Ling's spine. With a snap of his fingers, He Zhen conjured a burst of flames. Xiao Ling immediately put up a defensive stance. In an instant, He Zhen moved with blinding speed, driving his leg into Xiao Ling's stomach.
Xiao Ling grabbed He Zhen's leg, trying to twist and subdue him. But He Zhen was faster. He twisted Xiao Ling's grip, pulling him close and pinning him against his body. With a cold smile, He Zhen pulled his finger near Xiao Ling's throat, where the flames had danced moments before. Xiao Ling swallowed hard; his throat tight with fear.
How can I get out... his finger... Even if it's not touching even, I could feel the heat. An intense heat... I can't imagine how it would feel if it touches me.
Xiao Ling's hand was still gripping He Zhen's leg, the fu-zan firmly embedded. With a surge of determination, he drove the pin deep into He Zhen's thigh. The sudden, intense pain caused He Zhen to flinch, his iron grip faltering and releasing Xiao Ling from the crushing embrace.
He Zhen flicked his fingers, igniting a burst of searing flames that surged outward, forming an impenetrable ring of fire around him. The heat was blistering, the flames dancing with a menacing fury. Xiao Ling's grip tightened on his fu-zan.
The fu-zan, sharp and relentless, was more than just a weapon; it was equal to a mighty sword, with the unique ability to absorb and release energy. In stark contrast, He Zhen commanded the fire of a red dragon—an inferno so intense it could reduce anything to ash. The circle of fire surrounding him was designed to burn everything trapped within its blazing confines, sparing only the one who controlled it.
Yet, even the most formidable defenses are not invulnerable. The circle was a wall of flames. Every powerful barrier has its hidden flaw, a potential crack waiting to be exploited. In the heat of the moment, discovering and exploiting that weakness could be Xiao Ling's chance to turn the tide of the battle and seize victory.
Let's say... Xiao Ling was meant for the circle of flames
He charged straight at He Zhen, leaping into the searing ring of flames without a second thought. His fu-zan was locked on He Zhen's throat, ready to strike. How did he manage to get inside? Xiao Ling's fu-zan had the ability to absorb power, making it easy for him to enter the circle.
But then, a sudden blow landed on Xiao Ling's neck. He crumpled to the ground, instantly unconscious.
Truth, he failed?
Not really...
As Xiao Ling toppled onto him, He Zhen hit the ground too. Body against body. A sharp, intense sting flared in his arm. Glancing down, he saw that his arm was nearly ripped by Xiao Ling's fu-zan.