Xuan's expression did not change at all. He even tilted his head slightly, as if puzzled as to why Kong Xuan had retreated and given up such a perfect chance for a close-range counterattack.
Once the two on the arena had pulled apart again, Kong Xuan's ears were still red, but his gaze had sharpened once more.
He suppressed those messy thoughts and reminded himself that this was a match. He could think about other things after he won.
The five-colored ribbons of light suddenly spread apart, then condensed again. The Five-Colored Divine Light no longer attacked from separate directions; instead, it twisted into a massive spear of light and stabbed straight at Xuan with the force of Heaven Opening.
Xuan tapped the ground with his toes, and his whole body glided backward half a zhang, swift as a swallow skimming across ice.
He held his sword horizontally before him, guiding the spear of light aside with its own force. Borrowing that force, he spun around and steadied himself.
Xuan weighed Kong Xuan's strength in his mind. The Five-Colored Divine Light's defenses were tougher than he had expected. A frontal assault would not break through; he had to find an opening.
The disciples around the arena held their breath, not daring to blink.
Dapeng stood at the very front of the crowd, his nails digging into his palms.
He stared at Kong Xuan's back on the arena and silently cheered him on.
Brother, come on!
Kong Xuan did not give up and continued attacking.
The Five-Colored Divine Light surged forth. The ribbons intertwined in the air into a net and descended upon Xuan. Wherever they passed, the air trembled, while the Protective Formation Patterns on the arena flared with blinding golden light and spun frantically.
Xuan retreated rapidly, his sword