"Six Gates has such a prodigy?"
Chu Zhuo was provoked to True Fire, retreating backwards as Crimson Flames converged in his palm and two strangely-shaped red curved blades appeared out of thin air.
"Having forced me to use my Martial Spirit, you should indeed be proud."
Chu Zhuo's twin blades sliced diagonally, and a surge of Crimson Flames roared.
Lin Jingzhu attempted to block it with his Black Stick, but his reaction was half a beat too slow, the Crimson Flame curved blade chopped his left arm, melting the Ice Armor and leaving a deep, bone-exposing mark on his fair skin!
The blade strikes were dense like rain, shattered ice flying, Black Ice Armor quickly melting, mist filled the air.
Being a fifth-grade Martial Artist, after using his Martial Spirit, Lin Jingzhu instantly fell into a disadvantage.
Although still struggling hard, defeat was only a matter of time.
...
Amidst the ruins, only the table in front of Chen Mo remained intact.
