Chapter 242: Brimming with Questions
While Li Lang was lost in thought, the match taking place on the platform continued to unfold.
Several tornadoes of fire circled one of the cultivators, desperately trying to fend off the spear-wielding opponent. It was apparent the fire wielder was at a disadvantage, as his opponent constantly managed to close the distance. He barely hung on by parrying the barrage of sharp thrusts and diving for cover behind his firestorms.
“Fei Yan shouldn’t be losing this badly against some independent cultivator of the orthodox path! Is he holding back, so he doesn’t reveal his cards early?”
“Hmm, that may be the smart thing to do, but does he have no pride? How can you still dwell on such matters when he’s being beaten black and blue? He’s embarrassing the Pyrewatchers’ name!”
In the heat of the action, the man the spectators were gossiping about seemed to have overheard their comments. He abruptly glanced over with a furious gaze, startling the young man who had publicly mired his reputation.
Almost immediately, a giant fire tornado began to expand around him. The spear wielder simply hovered in the air, waiting for Fei Yan to exhaust himself with his flashy move. However, what he didn’t expect was the other party suddenly charging out through the flames.
He rushed to dodge out of the way, and thanks to his quick reaction, there was an ample amount of leeway for him. Everyone in the audience could see that the fire specialist was too slow compared to his opponent.
“What is he doing? Fei Yan specializes in Qi arts. Why is he charging at a martial arts expert?”
“Ha!” The previously startled young man recovered somewhat, seeing the foolish scene. “He doesn’t even know to keep his distance to maximize his range advantage. The new generation of Pyrewatchers sure pale in comparison to the older—”
Just as the spectators thought they knew what would happen, the sword in Fei Yan’s hand was suddenly engulfed in flames. The more experienced people in the venue gasped upon recognizing what was happening.
“—What? How is that anything special?” The young man was soon left speechless when the relatively slow Fei Yan managed to catch up to his opponent. “How did he catch up? He’s not moving any faster at all!”
“Younglings these days,” an elder gentlemen sighed as he shook his head. “They can’t even recognize a martial intent when it happens before their eyes.”