After only a moment, He Feng had pushed the power of the red-and-white gas to its limit, setting it against Yang Chen's Triple Flames.
Yang Chen showed no sign of backing down. The Triple Flames spread out once more and collided with the red-and-white gas.
In an instant, the two forces reached their peaks, stirring up an astonishing storm. Neither side gained any advantage.
"An even match!"
"Yang Chen hasn't suffered any loss!"
"He actually held on!"
Many disciples of the Four Peaks were astonished. Seeing Yang Chen and He Feng fight to a draw, they all clenched their fists, their hearts brimming with anticipation. They all hoped Yang Chen could win.
Wu Changkong had not thought much of Yang Chen to begin with. After all, he was merely second-ranked among the Four Peaks; Wu Changkong did not believe he could threaten his disciple. Even Su Yao, who ranked first among the Four Peaks, had already been defeated by his disciple. What stormy waves could Yang Chen possibly stir up?
Yet who could have expected Yang Chen to truly exchange blows with He Feng and fight him to a draw?
"This brat has some skill," Wu Changkong muttered. "Of these Triple Flames, two are strange flames, while the third is actually the Liquid Fire Transformation of a Fire Spirit Beast. What a bizarre thing. How can the methods of a Fire Spirit Beast be used by him?"
Ordinary demonic fire would have been one thing, but what Yang Chen was using was Liquid Fire Transformation—a method that even many Fire Spirit Beasts could not wield.
"Still, trying to gain an advantage with this will not be so easy." Wu Changkong curled his lips into a confident smile.
He had absolute faith in his disciple's strength. If Yang Chen could not