The expression on the young man's face remained unchanged, or rather he had no expression at all, aside from the eerie smile he showed at the beginning.
At this moment, both of them were entirely focused on each other, without any time or possibility to consider their surroundings. They only thought about how to knock the other person down; otherwise, the outcome of tonight would be uncertain.
Equally panting slightly, but the young man's situation was much better than Zhu Bufan's. He stretched out his tongue to lick his slightly chapped lips; the opponent's flames were truly powerful, forcing him to use his full strength to cope. As he was thinking this, Zhu Bufan moved again.
Once again, flames emerged from his hands. From the start, Zhu Bufan never enveloped his whole body with flames, as that would be impractical and wasteful. This wasn't some magic show; this was a life-and-death battle. Any method that could cause extra energy waste was a joke with one's life.
