Chapter Sixty-Two: The Evil King's Fist of Fiery Destruction—Black Dragon Inferno Wave

Just as Feiyan’s words remained unfinished, Yan had already vanished from sight, darting forward with such speed it resembled instantaneous movement. In the blink of an eye, he materialized before Feiyan, his right hand shaped like a blade, thrusting forward and piercing Feiyan’s body. Feiyan had no chance to resist—Yan’s fist tore through his abdomen, and the flames along Yan’s arm instantly ignited Feiyan’s body. Engulfed in fire, Feiyan burned like a living torch. Staring into Feiyan’s terrified eyes, Yan’s lips curled into a cold sneer. Swiftly withdrawing his arm from Feiyan’s body, Yan retreated a step and then struck again at Feiyan’s suspended form. A scorching blast of fire shot from Yan’s right palm, slamming into Feiyan and searing his body as it hurled him backward.

From Yan’s initial strike to Feiyan being blasted away, not even a heartbeat had passed. Feiyan had not the slightest chance to struggle. His body, sent flying and now enveloped in Yan’s flames, drifted down from midair and crashed onto the arena. He did not move—burned to a crisp by Yan’s fire arts.

Gazing at Feiyan’s corpse, which still burned on the ground, Yan’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Too feeble, little rat. I haven’t even unleashed a tenth of my power, and yet you…”

“You are somewhat impressive. To kill you now would be a shame…” At the height of his pride, a voice he knew all too well sounded from behind. It was Feiyan—the very one whose charred corpse had just been at his feet.

Yan could scarcely believe his ears. Hadn’t he just killed this man with his own fire? How could Feiyan now stand behind him? Spinning around, he saw that the scorched body had vanished, leaving only a few wisps of blackened ash, quickly scattered by the wind. There stood Feiyan, wreathed in scorching flames, glaring coldly at him. The fire about Feiyan was different from the flames Yan had used. What’s more, the heat radiating from Feiyan now seemed to far exceed even his own. It was inconceivable—this little rat could wield flames fiercer than his? Yan was utterly shaken.

Facing Yan, Feiyan appeared truly terrifying. The white band tied across his forehead had disappeared, revealing a sinister eye beneath—wide open and shining with an evil light, fixed upon Yan. The glare from that wicked eye was so intense that none could meet its gaze.

“You… you withstood my demon fire?” Yan’s voice trembled as he stared at Feiyan, whose entire body burned bright. Though he had claimed to have used only half his strength before, the punch that struck Feiyan had been his full power—he’d hoped to incinerate this impudent challenger in one blow. Yet here Feiyan stood, utterly unharmed, his clothes merely torn at the abdomen. The realization shocked Yan—this little rat was far from as weak as he’d imagined.

“Luck is simply not on your side, facing me!” Noticing the astonishment in Yan’s eyes, Feiyan’s own gaze sparkled with excitement. He addressed Yan, who had begun to tremble, “You should be proud! You are the first monster in the mortal realm to die at the hands of my Evil King Flame-Killing Fist! That alone should fill you with pride!” With that, Feiyan threw back his head and howled, as if unleashing his hidden power.

At that moment, an extraordinary demonic aura erupted from Feiyan—a force far stronger than Yan’s own. The flames around Feiyan surged with his cry, scattering outward in all directions. The heat dwarfed anything Yan had ever produced; the air itself seemed scorched, filling with a burnt odor. Down below, the commentator Miss Lingling, unable to withstand the heat, had dug herself into a pit for shelter, deciding that survival was more important than her commentary duties.

“That’s… the Evil King Flame-Killing Fist! Impossible!” Watching Feiyan, whose flames had turned black, Bai Ying’s face was filled with disbelief. “That’s a true demon world technique—one forbidden in the human realm. Feiyan, you…”

“You… why… are your flames black?” Yan recalled his master’s warnings, his eyes wide with terror. “Could it be… you’ve summoned the Black Flame of the Demon World?”

The Black Flame was a terrifying fire found within the molten rock of Demon World’s Black Demon Crag. Even a single wisp of it could burn holes through space itself, utterly unlike any fire of the mortal realm. Yan’s master, Daming, was once a flame sorcerer who had traversed the Demon World. Fleeing from the pursuit of a dark flame sorcerer wielding the Black Flame, he had escaped to the human world. He had always told Yan: if you ever face someone who can wield the Black Flame, run. Otherwise, you’ll be reduced to nothing. Now, seeing Feiyan enveloped in the Black Flame, Yan’s face twisted with terror and disbelief.

Feiyan extended his right hand, now wrapped in black fire that crackled menacingly. The skin of his hand seemed charred by its own heat. Staring at his own hand, Feiyan’s eyes shone with wicked delight. “I can’t fully control this yet, but soon I will. Against you… my right hand alone is enough.” As he spoke, an even fiercer demonic aura surged from his right hand. Within the black flames, the shadowy form of a struggling black dragon became visible, as if it sought to break free from Feiyan’s grasp and soar into the sky. The ambient heat rose ever higher. Even Yan, scorched by the black fire, found himself unable to bear it and began to retreat.

“Do you see?” Watching Yan’s retreat, Feiyan’s eyes blazed with madness and excitement, his voice rising in pitch. “This is true flame art, far beyond your paltry games—a secret demonic power, and the real strength of my Evil Eye!”

Now Yan felt as though he was prey before a beast; even the strength to retreat seemed stolen away. The space around him was locked by Feiyan’s fire; black flames hissed from Feiyan’s hand, scorching the very air. Yan could only choke out a strangled sound, as if even begging for mercy was beyond him. All he could sense was death closing in, each of Feiyan’s steps the tread of a reaper. His fighting spirit shattered, Yan could only wait for Feiyan’s judgment.

“Take this—Flame-Killing Black Dragon Wave!” Seeming to lose interest in further torment, Feiyan roared, thrusting his right hand forward. A massive black fire-dragon burst from his palm, surging toward Yan and consuming him in an instant.

After a flash of black light, Yan was gone, leaving nothing but a charred human silhouette burned into the wall behind the front row of the audience—no trace of Yan remained, not even ashes. Feiyan’s Flame-Killing Black Dragon Wave was terrifying beyond imagination; the master of fire arts, Yan, had been erased from this world without even a scream.

“Burned… utterly clean…” Staring at the smoking silhouette on the wall, Zhang Yang’s eyes widened in shock. How terrifying! This boy harbored such a dreadful secret art, and I dared to challenge him? That was courting death. Remembering his previous words to Feiyan, Zhang Yang broke out in a cold sweat. I’d better stay far away from him from now on—otherwise, I might die without even knowing how, not a scrap of my corpse left behind. It’s simply monstrous.

“Ah—ah… the wall…” Hearing the commotion above, Lingling crawled from her pit and jumped onto the stage. Gaping at the scorched human shadow on the auditorium wall, she forgot her commentary altogether. Was that Yan? Only a shadow remains—how horrifying! Staring at Feiyan’s still-smoking right hand, Lingling was speechless. Could this really be Feiyan’s doing? Unbelievable! That was Yan, the fire sorcerer. She had read his records: of the 148 opponents he’d faced, 140 had been burned to ash by his fire arts on the spot; the remaining eight had been roasted and eaten by him. And yet, such a formidable Yan had been reduced to a mere shadow by Feiyan’s fire. Feiyan was the true master of flame.

The audience, too, was struck dumb. Only a few muttered in awe, “Gone… completely gone…”

“Only… only a shadow left…”

“Incredible…”

“This… is too terrifying…”

“Heh, burned clean, didn’t I?” Feiyan sneered at the scorched silhouette on the wall. “The only thing you left in this world is that shadow on the wall! You really were courting death!”