C83 (1/2)

The white light slashed the red flames, and the real sword pierced through Sima Yan's clothes, causing his expression to distort. He was anxious, warriors and mages were born with an attribute of restraint, he was unable to break this law.

Seeing such a miserable Sima Yan, Bai Long put away his sword in pity. After all, the reason Sima Yan turned into such a state was entirely because of him.

”Sima Yan, you can go. I won't kill you!”

Bai Long pointed at Sima Yan who was covering his wound with his hands.

”Tsk, who wants your sympathy?! You are one of the people I hate the most in this world! Anyone can raise their head and pity me, but you can't! ”

Sima Yan spit mixed with blood on the stone. He glared at Bai Long's merciful gaze and felt disgusted and furious at him. He, Sima Yan, did not need such a vile person to pity him.

As he spoke, Sima Yan continued to use his severed arm that was still dripping blood to form a magic imprint.

”Flame Dragon!”

knew that his body was about to collapse from exhaustion, as long as he moved his fingers a little, Sima Yan would be able to fall flat on the ground in front of him. However, he was unable to move his feet at all, and his hands, which were holding onto the hilt of his sword, slowly relaxed as well.

He thought about his meeting with Sima Yan, and as he watched the Flame Dragon that was flying towards him, his thoughts gradually became blurry, as if he had returned to the past.

”Wow, you're amazing. You can actually use magic!”

Bai Long's mind gradually turned white, and an image gradually appeared. No one knew when he saw a familiar man actually summoning a bit of a flame in mid-air.

”Heh, what is this? I can even mold fire into the shape of a dragon, you see. ”

A weak and tender small flame spat out from his hand. The flame was like a small bird soaring in the sky before it transformed into the appearance of a small dragon.

”Wah!” You're awesome, my name is Bai Long! ”What's your name!”

”Sima Yan!”

”Just now, that move of yours was called 'Flame Dragon'. It was formed using the names of the two of us!”

He thought of his first meeting with Sima Yan five years ago, and then staring at this Sima Yan who had a face full of melancholy. Gradually, he opened his hands, wanting to experience Sima Yan's Flame Dragon, this move that began with their friendship.

”Peng!”

The red flame dragon collided solidly with Bai Long's chest, and the dazed Bai Long was actually sent flying. Sima Yan looked at everything in doubt.

”What are you doing?” I said it before, I, Sima Yan do not need your sympathy! ”No need!”

Sima Yan angrily pointed at Bai Long who was lying on the ground and roared.

”Hahahaha …”

Bai Long laughed crazily on the ground.