The grove was wreathed in the early morning mist. Lou Cheng glanced at Jiang Fei, who was practicing the standing stance with his eyes closed. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger, sparking a small orange flame flickering in the bleak breeze.
Pang!
His arm shook with tight muscles and lashed out as if a whip, rending the air and sending out the sound of wind. And then the flame died out...
The flame was blown out by the airflow!
"The flame is too tiny and weak to keep steady. I have to integrate it into the attack to take the enemy unawares." Lou Cheng confirmed a previous guess.
He named his Power of Blaze "lighter". This was not just for fun; they shared the same characteristic. A physical move was indispensable to accelerate the internal force streaming to spark the flame, just like a flicking move necessary to catch the light.
