"Ugh-cough, cough!"
Xiao Yan endured the pain of his burns, feeling bloody scabs rapidly form over his skin. His body swayed, but he remained standing, staring across at his opponent with proud contempt.
At the fellow lying unconscious on the ground... was his name Ling Quan? Or something else?
It didn't matter. Xiao Yan's memory had never been meant for remembering the names of clowns like this.
Their wagered duel had taken place in the mountains behind Jia Nan Academy. Now, this place could no longer be called a mountain at all. "The rear pit" might be a more suitable name from now on. One Three-Colored Fire Lotus, formed by fusing three kinds of Heavenly Flames, had blown away part of the mountain, turning what had once been a mountain into a massive crater.
Actually, "the rear lake" wasn't bad either. Xiao Yan thought he'd just caught a glimpse of groundwater blasted to the surface.
That fellow named Ling Quan was in far worse shape than Xiao Yan.
He lay face down without moving, most of his body blasted into a bloody mess. Part of his arm even looked carbonized, and blood poured from his wounds. Only the faint fluctuations of his Dou Qi suggested that he was probably still alive.
As expected of a Dou Zong... even a three-colored Fire Lotus couldn't kill him?
Still, if I'd really killed him, it probably would've caused Xun'er a lot of trouble, right? Ha... the biggest problem now might be that this fellow can't kneel and apologize to her.
Xiao Yan swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva and stubbornly raised his head.
I... won!
"Brother Xiao Yan!!!"
Scared out of her wits, Xiao Xun'er didn't even glance at Ling Quan, whose fate hung between life and death. She rushed straight toward Xiao