The Finals [2]

Rei Wian showed a faint smile and spoke "I've heard a lot about you, Zhao Tian, let's see if you live up to the hype."

With a nod, Zhao Tian returned his smile.

The crowd roared as the tension between the two disciples reached its peak and the announcer raised his hand, his voice ringing out once more.

"Let the final match... BEGIN!" 

Rei Wian raised his hand, summoning a gleaming crimson spear from his storage ring. 

The weapon shimmered with a fiery glow, its sharp tip radiating intense heat that distorted the air around it. 

Rei Wian's kept his smile as he spun the spear effortlessly in his hands. "You should've brought a weapon, Zhao Tian. I won't hold back just because you came unarmed."

Zhao Tian nodded his head. "And I won't ask you to."

*woosh* In an instant, Rei Wian launched forward like a flaming comet, his spear slicing through the air with a high-pitched whistle.