The Urban Dao Child.

Yang Dao held the vermillion sword in his hand and sensed the slight tremor coming from the sword. The sword was three feet long, slender blade, narrowing down as it more towards the tip of the blade. The width of the blade was three inches to half an inch. While held in the palm of the Dao child, it seemed to have been custom-made for himself. 

The boy was attracted to the crimson phoenix carved along the blade face or both sides. The exquisiteness of the sword made it look like a decorative blade and nothing much, but appearances can be deceiving. The boy was stunned for a moment when he took hold of the blade. It was not because he was smitten with the beauty, but because his brain was flooded with a lot of ways to use the sword. Yes, the blade came with its unique sword skills. 

The boy woke up after a second and asked, "Can I have a sheath?" 

Feng Yun chuckled, and a sheath materialized the same way as the sword. She even helped the boy tie the sheath to his waist, but horizontally. Accompanied by his long hair, the boy looked very majestic at the moment. He said, "Can you stop fangirling me. Baibai is enough for this, you know." 

Feng Yun chuckled and after adjusting his collar she said, "Give him a good bashing please." 

Yang Dao gulped and nodded. He never found that Feng Yun could be such a tsundere. She was still pissed off by how the staff was so rude here. Back at Liro, the staff at the Dao Courtyard was similar to the staff here, but they were not arrogant. They were trained to know that the guests were all of equal stature to their master. Though the courtyard never hosted any guests other than Yang Dao's classmates for a party. 

Yet the guests never had a complaint. Yang Dao stopped thinking about it all and walked forward. As he stepped inside the field line. He sensed a lot of eyes locked on him. The emotion he interpreted were surprise, curiosity, and disdain. 

Yes, disdain, this emotion was particularly apparent in the eyes of those who sat on the higher VIP platforms. Ignoring all this, Yang Dao walked forward and came to stand ten meters apart from the man with gray hair. He did not speak but stood there silently with his hands behind his back. 

The other person was aware of his arrival. Yet he did not take the initiative to speak, implementing his superior status. But was the Dao Child so desperate that he will take the initiative to talk? Since these people all had arrogance etched inside them, Yang Dao decided to show them the arrogance of the heavens. 

He even closed his eyes as he stood. After five more minutes, with a wave of his fingers, he bend the earth to make a throne from the land he stood upon. The people all gasped collectively. The throne chair was raised a little to make the man with gray hair seem smaller in front of him. This was a humiliating action committed by him, but this was not yet the end.

A man from the high platform was triggered by this and said loudly, "How dare you? Do you not know that the one standing in front of you is the king of flames? How dare you be so rampant in his presence? Who do you think you are?"

Yang Dao raised his head and replied nonchalantly, "We stand in the arena, to duel for the title of the strongest. He is nothing but my opponent at the moment. I am the challenger. Those who stand in the arena facing each other are equal. If he has a problem, then beat me to apologize, but standing there like a statue, posing high and mighty. Humph, disappointing." 

His words slapped the crowd blatantly and his tone did not hide a single shred of disgust inside his heart. On the contrary, this was done with all the considerations in mind. The other party took the initiative to reproach him. He did not need to care for the rest. 

The man with gray hair turned around, revealing a man with a face brimming with vitality. His body looked like it was carved with a chisel. Yang Dao would not have believed that this man was an old person if he had not seen the vicissitude in his eyes. He asked, "Who are you?" 

"Yang Dao." said the boy. The old man nodded and said, "Let the duel begin." 

Yang Dao nodded and the throne under him merged back with the land as he came to stand on his two legs. The king of flames said, "The rules are simple. If one of us becomes unable to fight, the duel is over, the last one standing is the winner. You can only use the fire element to fight with me. Since you are a traveler, then you are exempted from the death punishment at the end of the battle." 

The boy nodded when he heard this. He did not wish to kill anyone when he came here. He needed to study and make things better here. The King of Flames gazed at the side and moved. His speed was fast enough to reach the boy within a blink and used his fist to punch at Yang Dao. The boy was unfazed by this and tilted his head. 

The punch was avoided by Yang Dao but the flame king was not so simple as an opponent. His fist caught fire all of a sudden. His fist turned into a claw as he slashed his hand at Yang Dao's head. The boy reacted quickly and, with a slight force to his feet, he moved forward to close the distance between the two people. 

Now the flaming claw could not touch Yang Dao, but the boy was so close to the old man that he could easily deal him some damage, and that was what he did. A punch was presented to meet the abdominal region of the king. The impact was so strong that it made the flame king slide back on the ground, leaving two groves. 

None of the people expected Yang Dao to make the king of flames retreat with just one punch.