Drugging Style, Blade-draw!

The second compressed flame drew a beautiful arc in the air as it fell toward Zhao Shu, who was charging at Xu Xiaoshou.

That was how things were with battles. The smallest of details could decide the outcome.

Xu Xiaoshou's physical body was more resilient than Zhao Shu's, and he was further away from the eye of the storm. As such, he was able to retaliate as soon as he regained control of his body.

That flame was like a reaper's scythe as it shot straight at Zhao Shu's face.

Zhao Shu's body had been thoroughly scorched and mangled by the last explosion. Things would get really dire if he failed to deal with the incoming one.

Zhao Shu forced himself to turn in midair and performed a seal with his hand. Then, he bloated his cheeks with air like a balloon and blew hard.

Breath of the Ice Dragon!

Fuuuuu.

A flash of cold shot forth, a blizzard following it.