Yang Dao began to slash at the old man in front of him with fla slashes. His sword was dancing even faster than it was earlier. As the dance progressed, the tassel of the sword also caught fire, and every ti it moved, sparks were emitted.
The whole battlefield was covered in sparks flying in the void. The scene did not look like a battle but a movie cinematic. The people in this place may not be aware of what a cinematic was but Feng Yun did. She was smiling happily as she saw the match progress. However, this much was not enough to defeat the old man.
He was troubled, but if given a chance he might conjure up a card that could turn up the table. It was not a sure thing, and just Yang Dao's cautious mind at work, but why should he be given a chance?
The Dao Child thought for a bit as he moved. He was almost dancing with his hands stretching and contracting, only his feet were kept on the ground. Suddenly he began to exert force to his feet and the boy began to randomly move closer to the opponent. The speed was slow and the direction of approach changed on random as well.
He ran around the opponent in circles moving forward and sotis retreating as well. There was sothing else that was at work in this scene. The drum beats had started to change. The drumrs were trained to keep an eye on the challenger. They were supposed to change the beating pattern to disturb the movents of the challenger.
As soon as the body of the challenger adjusted to their rhythm they will change the beats, adding to his troubles. Yang Dao, however, was a completely different case. It was as if he had isolated the sound from disturbing his play and his movents were not bothered by them. As they kept looking at him, they were also affected by him.
When the boy began to use his limbs to display the improvised version of the attack skill, his body subconsciously resonated with the Dao. It srized the drumrs, their beats changed, but not in defiance to Yang Dao but accordance with his movents, completely irregular.
As a warrior, amidst a fight, the old king of flas was paying attention to all the sounds on the battlefield. His mind was subconsciously paying attention to the drum beats as well, but since he had been dealing with this for a long ti he ignored it. The beats have always been regular and robust, fueling his excitent.
This sudden irregularity in the beats was not in line with his subconscious and his defense beca chinky. The scenario was discovered by him, but even if he tried to uphold the defense he was unable to. His consciousness was now divided between paying attention to Yang Dao's movent, the incoming attacks, and the exposed chinks in his armors.
Ignore anyone, it will spell defeat for him, as the man was burdened by his thoughts, he began to falter. Yes, the battle of resolve was now tilting in Yang Dao's favor. Feng Yun on the side saw this and clapped her hands with a smile on her face.
Dawn beside her was frowning with water gathering in her eyes. Feng Yun was the phoenix, if she was cold to those with bad gaze at her people, she was warm with those who needed it. She placed a hand on the little girl's head and said, "Do not worry, he will not harm him. This place is just a stop in our journey."
Dawn raised her head when she heard the warm voice, she could not imagine that this was the sa lady that almost made her a mound of ash a few hours ago. Feng Yun smiled and did not speak further. The result of the duel was evident.
Suddenly, the drums stopped. Sohow, taking advantage of the chinks in his defense, Yang Dao had co close to the king of flas. They stood three feet apart from each other with an elegant blade covered in a vermillion glow, almost stabbing his throat. The sword was held by a slender jade-like hand, but the real horror hid within those eyes.
The king of flas gulped as he saw the indifference within Yang Dao's gaze. He said, "I have lost."
Yang Dao nodded and took back his sword, with a blink, his eyes ca back to normal. He was in sync with fire, and when the fire was in a rage, it will burn everything in its way, thus the intent was reflected in his eyes as indifference.
The surroundings turned silent. The people could only hear the collective deep breaths of the people. The king of flas, the strongest of them all, a man who reigned over them for a decade, was defeated by a young man, who ca out of nowhere. As unbelievable as it may sound, it was the truth.
Yang Dao was about to say sothing when the people in the stands stood up and knelt to the ground. Even the old king of flas knelt on the ground with his head prostrating to Yang Dao. The boy was shocked, he turned his head to Feng Yun and found her winking at him as she knelt along with Dawn. Originally she was his servant and had no problems kneeling down to him.
The forr king of flas said, "HAIL THE KING."
The crowd followed, "HAIL THE KING."
"MAY HIS FLAS LAST FOR ETERNITY AND SHOW US THE WAY." said the old man.
The crowd followed his words loudly. They truly worshipped the strong, and this was their problem. Yang Dao did not say anything but raised the old man up with his hands. He said, "We need to talk about the future. Can we find an isolated place?"
The old man bowed and said, "As you command, Lord.." and then he led Yang Dao to the inside of the palace where they can talk in isolation.
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