Translator: Silavin
“You’re nothing but a stepping stone for me!” Du Junxiong muttered as if talking to himself. The rage on his face completely disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression.
As Du Junxiong’s expression changed, almost everyone suddenly felt the Yuan Energy in the surroundings become chaotic. Shocking streams of Yuan Energy seemed to be attracted by some force, surging madly towards Du Junxiong’s direction.
*Whoosh…* It was as if a violent gale had started, but this was not a natural phenomenon. It was caused by the figure in the centre of the arena.
Under the convergence of countless streams of Yuan Energy, beams of light burst forth around Du Junxiong’s body. The Yuan Energy wrapped around him, making his figure appear as majestic as a deity. His presence was like a mountain, pressing down on everyone’s hearts, making their breathing pause involuntarily.
This aura alone was enough to overwhelm a Martial Grandmaster!
This was Du Junxiong’s strength!
Compared to Du Junxiong’s side, Qin Yichen’s area seemed much quieter. Nearly transparent Yuan Energy completely enveloped his body. This seemingly transparent Yuan Energy appeared extremely condensed, remaining motionless despite the external wind and rain.
Countless people watched the two nervously, knowing that the battle was about to erupt!
*Tap!*
Du Junxiong took a step forward. The subtle sound made countless people’s pupils contract. They saw Du Junxiong slowly raise his left hand, and a cold temperature seemed to sweep out.
“Ice Attribute! He’s actually an Attribute Martial Artist!”
“You’ve just realised? How else do you think Du Junxiong caught the attention of an Elder from a Millennial Family?!”
Feeling the sudden drop in temperature, someone could not help but exclaim in surprise.
*Ziiii*
As his slender hand rose, the Yuan Energy in the sky suddenly surged madly, finally pouring into Du Junxiong’s hand. At this moment, Du Junxiong’s hand was covered with a layer of crystalline ice.
On the high wall, Princess Linghan’s pretty face changed dramatically when she saw Du Junxiong’s hand turn into what looked like an ice sculpture.
“Ice Palm. Starting with this move… It seems Du Junxiong does not plan to hold back at all!”
Luo Qingyu and Wang Hailin’s expressions also changed suddenly. They had not forgotten that it was with this move that Du Junxiong had completely defeated them before.
Low exclamations of surprise spread around the arena.
Clearly, they all knew this was Du Junxiong’s signature move, but they had not expected him to use it so early.
Did he really plan to crush the person who provoked him into ice shards with one move? If not, this probably indicated that Du Junxiong had even more powerful Martial Arts Cultivation Techniques!
They wondered how Qin Yichen would face this attack.
Countless gazes shifted, looking towards Qin Yichen, who was entirely wrapped in transparent Yuan Energy. Many sharp-eyed individuals now noticed that Qin Yichen’s Yuan Energy seemed somewhat different, with a hint of scorching heat emanating from it.
The icy wind sweeping around collided with it, instantly melting like snow meeting a summer’s day, turning into rising mist.
Perhaps others would find it difficult to move under Du Junxiong’s pressure, but Qin Yichen did not seem greatly affected.
His eyes suddenly opened, wrapped in rolling Yuan Energy. In those black eyes, a cold and sharp intent was unmistakable.
“Die!” With Du Junxiong’s angry roar, he stomped hard on the ground, instantly creating a shallow pit in the solid arena.
*Whoosh!* With that stomp, Du Junxiong’s figure shot out like a red lightning bolt towards Qin Yichen. Then, under Du Junxiong’s cold gaze, his ice-sculpted right hand, bringing a frightening cold wind, struck down at Qin Yichen from above.
*Bang!* As Du Junxiong’s palm struck down, the powerful Yuan Energy burst out like a tidal wave. The cold aura swept out directly, causing patches of ice to appear even in the depths of the arena.
Du Junxiong’s figure and that hand rapidly enlarged in Qin Yichen’s pupils. The shocking pressure made Qin Yichen’s robes flutter violently.
“What is he doing? Why isn’t he dodging?!”
“Is he paralyzed and stiff because of Young Master Du’s Ice Attribute?” Seeing Qin Yichen still in place, many people could not help but exclaim in surprise.
“Dodge it!”
Princess Linghan on the high wall and the Shu Sisters below all cried out anxiously.
At this moment, they realised how important this young man was to them.
“You dare try to steal my woman. Die!”
Qin Yichen exhaled a white breath. Instantly, an extremely scorching aura burst forth from his body, directly dispersing the ice-cold aura surrounding him.
*Hiss hiss…* In this instant, countless water vapours rose, white mist enveloping the two in the arena, making everything extremely blurry.
*Whoosh!* Just as countless people turned to try to see clearly through the white mist, a sharp Sword Qi flashed by.
*Splat!* Suddenly, blood sprayed out from within the white mist, accompanied by a distorted scream that pierced through.
“What happened?”
“Who got injured?”
“It must be Qin Yichen, right? Even Luo Qingyu and the others could not withstand that move, let alone an Alchemy Master.”
“What a pity, otherwise, his achievements would surely surpass Master Gu Ye!”
Moments later, as a breeze blew through, the white mist on the arena slowly dispersed, revealing the situation inside to everyone’s view.
The first to appear before everyone’s eyes was Qin Yichen.
His red robes were now extremely dishevelled, as if slashed by thousands of blades. At the corner of his mouth was a glaring streak of blood.
He stood with his chest heaving violently, as if Du Junxiong’s killing move had severely injured him.
“Where’s Du Junxiong?” Seeing that Qin Yichen had not fallen, countless gazes quickly swept around, and finally, their pupils contracted sharply.
Du Junxiong now stood about ten metres away from Qin Yichen. His body stood straight, but everyone noticed that his body was trembling.
“What… what is that?” Suddenly, gazes were drawn to the ground in front of Du Junxiong. There, an arm lay quietly on the ground, and on that arm, there was still a crystalline ice colour.