Who’s Afraid of Who?

By the time the referee finished his sentence, Lou Cheng had already gathered and readied his purple fireball, which rotated around him like a defensive satellite capable of launching its own attack.

Within that short second, Lou Cheng couldn't complete the Five Flames and would have to choose just one.

It was only made possible by the high-temperatures that hadn't yet diminished. 

Qian Donglou looked from afar and maintained his smile. Lifting his left palm, he swung it like a sword towards Lou Cheng. 

Pah! 

As he slashed down, his entire body moved. Silver electricity leapt from his body, each strand flickering like a beast swinging its claws. 

From Cheng's perspective, there seemed to be only the blade of lightning remaining in his world. It moved unpredictably like a fish swimming in the river, or the reflection of a full moon on the river's surface. It wa sorganic and fleeting, making it difficult to determine where it would strike.