"Good defense," the second elder complimented Baii Hu’s defense technique.
"Fire Dragon. Fire Beam." Bai Zhe said a technique's name. A red beam appeared and enveloped his right fist. When it punched into Baii Hu's fire shield, in a split second, the shield cracked and split and the fire beam immediately blasted Baii Hu.
Baii Hu closed his eyes, preparing for the beam's attack. Nevertheless, after two to three breaths, he did not feel the heat that should have reached him, so he opened his eyes. What he witnessed made his eyes widen. In the right hand of the opponent who was about to attack him was a fire sword, which was held to the boy's throat.
"Fire Dragon, weapon formation, a sword," Baii Hu stammered.
Bai Zhe smiled before making the fire sword disappear. Baii Hu sank to the ground, covered in sweat.