Embers of the Holy War [BEING REVISED]

Dance of Fire and Water

Guang saw red.

"What did you DO TO HIM?!"

There was a hot, blinding explosion. Shards of broken ice flew in all directions. From that explosion, Guang emerged. Hair alight and eyes ablaze, in his Blazing Mania form, he quickly closed the distance between him and Princess Yuehua and smacked away Princess Yuehua's sword. The sword went flying into the air, but before it even landed, Guang was already throwing out punches after punches at Princess Yuehua.

However, after getting over her initial shock, Princess Yuehua instantly regained a calm composure. As if she was able to predict where each of his attacks were going to land, she spent minimal effort in evading. Every time, he would miss by just an inch, making it all the more so infuriating.

"Tsk tsk. Too slow. Not enough power. Too predictable. Is this really the best you can do?"

Her comments only agitated him even further. He gritted his teeth as he unleashed a fire-imbued punch, only for Princess Yuehua to tilt her body slightly to the side. Again, he missed.

Why? Why why why why? Why couldn't he land a single hit? This was just like fighting the Demon King, except that perhaps, the Demon King still held some form of respect to him. Princess Yuehua, however, was totally making fun of him. She never attacked, but neither did she defend. All she did was prance around and criticise him. To her, Guang could just be a small ant scurrying about, trying to get a bite on her, even though he was doing his damndest to do so. That, in of itself, was the biggest dishonour on Guang's knighthood.

Even so, he wouldn't give up. He would not forgive this woman, princess or not, for hurting Jin.

"Oh?" Princess Yuehua said.

Guang harnessed the hungry flames from the depths of his being. Larger and larger, a fireball grew in his hands. With a yell, Guang threw miniature sun with all his might. Like a roaring dragon, the enormous fireball soared towards Princess Yuehua, sizzling the air in its wake.

The two hooded people rushed ahead of the princess. From the ground, water rose, forming a shield that protected them. Guang had no idea how they did that, but he remained coldly unfazed. He will make sure to blast them all away, shield or not.

"Princess, please run away! We'll hold him off!"

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Princess Yuehua confidently marched out of the shield. The two hooded people were aghast, desperately begging her to return. Their pleas, however, fell on deaf ears. That's when they knew Princess Yuehua was having fun. Because at this moment, only Long Guang existed in Princess Yuehua's world.

Princess Yuehua laughed. She looked up, welcoming the fireball eager for her demise with a confident smile.

"That's more like it! But, something half-baked won't scratch me."

A conductor's baton made of ice formed in her grip. In the face of the fireball that was quickly approaching, she lifted the baton up slowly and elegantly.

"Princess!" the two hooded people yelled.

Then, for a brief second, it felt like time had come to a standstill. As light as a snowflake, Princess Yuehua said, "Arctic Symphony: First Movement."

As if tearing the skies down, Princess Yuehua flicked the baton downwards. The ground rumbled, and suddenly, a giant wave of water arched over the fireball. Guang's mouth fell open. Was that Princess Yuehua's doing? What sort of power was that?

In the blink of an eye, the wave consumed the fireball, leaving not a flicker of flame behind. And now, that giant wave had curved around, rushing towards Guang instead.