The scorching heat around Lou Cheng thickened as his opponent's Flying Moth came in unceasing waves. Even with his Ice Mirror, the boiling environment meddled with his senses. The heat that distorted the air made it hard to see clearly. Had it been anyone else, they would have been flustered and let the haziness cloud their judgment, but not Lou Cheng. As though the heat did not affect him at all, he blocked with his arm forward using measured precision.
Against Tu Zheng's hook, he expanded the muscles in his back and stretched his spine like a dragon or a bowstring, directing his body to slant to one side and avoid the blow perfectly. At the same time, he tensed his unmoved leg and kicked out with a snap the instant he found his balance, swinging it like a steel whip.
