Hearing Bench Guy’s words, Ye Qingxuan looked up to see the student before him already producing a melody. The sound was fierce like a rippling flame. A line of red appeared in thin air and swept forward. It was meters away but Ye Qingxuan’s hair still curled slightly from the heat.
His steps halted abruptly. Immediately, the redness expanded before him, turning into a wall of fire. His eyes turned red before the spewing flames. If he had reacted a bit more slowly, he would have charged right into the sea of fire and died with glory. He almost kicked the ball in out of fright and hurriedly dribbled the ball back.
But then the wall of fire actually charged forward.