While Lin Feng was mentoring Zhu Yi on the mountain, Xiao Yan and Xiao Budian had already adopted battle stances down below.
Xiao Yan smiled, looking at Xiao Budian. “Little Junior, we are both straightforward people. Why don’t we be clear-cut and decide the outcome with one move?” Xiao Budian giggled, “Sure thing.”
Before he even finished speaking, he had raised his small rosy hands up in the air. His left hand now held a longsword ablazed with lightning, encircled by howling gusts of wind. His right hand held onto a Tornado blade, which was entwined with wild streams of electricity.
“Brace yourself, Big Senior!” Xiao Budian brought his two hands together, fusing the blades wind and electricity. The power emanating from both weapons grew at a terrifying speed, forming a huge, swirling mass storm above Xiao Budian’s head. Within the swirling cycle, wind and electricity were closely intertwined, yet distinctly separate; as though they were polar opposites.