A wave of alarmed cries rose from the crowd.

Surely that man isn’t going to be burned alive?

Fan Sheng pressed one hand to the ground and turned to inspect the giant bear’s wound.

He Lingchuan’s slash had cut terrifyingly deep, nearly severing the bear’s foreleg outright. If not for the armor protecting it, and if not for the fact that it was so fat, no, so sturdy, with forelimbs as thick as stone pillars, it would probably already be a three-legged bear by now.

In the next instant, three or four burning chunks of timber flew out from the inn, hurtling straight at the man and the bear.

Fan Sheng lifted a hand and knocked them aside. Then he saw...