217: One-hit kill or...

Zhu Pang, a Peak Great Dou Master with ice-attributed Dou Qi!

But looking at his sweating appearance, no one could connect him with ice-attribute.

Zhu Pang wiped the sweat from his forehead, patted his round belly, and grinned.

"Senior Jiang, please be merciful!"

"We're just sparring, don't be too serious!"

Jiang Donghua looked at his comical appearance, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"You're the only one whose ice-attribute Dou Qi can make him this hot."

Zhu Pang wasn't annoyed, still smiling cheerfully.

"Hehe, extraordinary talent, extraordinary talent!"

A burst of laughter immediately erupted from below the stage.

"This fatty's skin is thicker than a city wall!"

"But his ice attribute is indeed strange; if Jiang Donghua underestimates him, he might suffer a loss!"

Jiang Donghua shook his head, too lazy to say more, and simply raised his hand lightly.

"Please."

Zhu Pang's smile slightly receded, and a glint flashed in his small eyes.

"Then Senior, be careful!"

Before he finished speaking, his plump body instantly approached like a ghost, cold air surged from his palm, and a bone-white ice spike suddenly condensed, stabbing straight at Jiang Donghua's throat!

An ice-element profound rank mid-level Dou Technique, Frost Fang Thrust!

This attack was fast, ruthless, and venomous!

Everyone below the stage's pupils contracted!

"So fast!"

"This fatty hides himself well!"

However, facing this sudden killing move, Jiang Donghua didn't even bat an eyelid.

He merely raised two fingers casually.

"Clink!"

That sharp ice spike was effortlessly clamped between his fingers!

The fat on Zhu Pang's face trembled violently, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How, how is this possible?!"

Jiang Donghua's lips curled slightly, and he gently twisted his fingers.

"Crack!"

The ice spike instantly shattered!

"Your ice is too weak."

Zhu Pang's expression changed drastically, and he quickly retreated, but before he could even take half a step back, Jiang Donghua's figure appeared before him like a ghost.

"Bang!"

A light palm wind struck his round belly.

"Pfft—!"

Zhu Pang flew backward like a ball, crashing heavily on the edge of the arena, rolling several times before stopping.

He sat slumped on the ground, clutching his stomach, his face full of pain.

"Ouch, Senior Jiang, didn't you say you'd be merciful?"

Jiang Donghua retracted his hand and said indifferently.

"I already was merciful."

"Otherwise, you'd be a human torch by now."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Pang trembled all over, no longer daring to say more, and quickly raised his hand to admit defeat.

Below the stage, there was dead silence.

Everyone stared blankly at this scene, their throats dry.

Even Peak Great Dou Master Zhu Pang was still instantly defeated with one move!

Just how unfathomable was Jiang Donghua's strength?!

"Senior Jiang is too handsome!!!"

"Ahhh—Senior Brother Donghua is invincible!!!"

Below the stage, a group of fanatical female students had already spontaneously formed a cheerleading squad, waving ribbons embroidered with Jiang Donghua's name, their screams almost tearing off the roof.

Their cheeks were flushed, and their eyes gleamed with adoration, as if Jiang Donghua had not just won an arena match, but had saved the world.

"With this kind of strength, if anyone still thinks he hasn't reached Dou Ling, they must be blind!"

"Exactly! I think even those guys in the top ten of the fengyun ranking might not be his opponents!"

Jiang Donghua was deaf to the cheers below, simply walked lazily off the arena, preparing to find a quiet place to rest.

It was from morning until noon when he heard the elder shout.

"Next match, yellow rank class one, Jiang Donghua, against xuan-rank class seventy-seven, Liu Hanshuang!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire venue instantly quieted down for a moment, followed by a burst of exclamations!

"Liu Hanshuang?! Frost Blade, twelfth on the fengyun ranking?!"

"Now this will be a good show! She's a Half-step Dou Ling!"

Jiang Donghua paused, his eyebrows slightly raised, finally showing some interest.

He looked up and saw a slender, tall figure slowly walking onto the arena.

Liu Hanshuang, twelfth on the fengyun ranking, a Half-step Dou Ling!

She wore an ice-blue tight-fitting outfit, with a slender silver sword hanging at her waist, her entire being as cold as a deep pool.

Her skin was like snow, her features picturesque, but her eyes were so cold they seemed to freeze the air, making people dare not meet her gaze.

Ice and wind dual-attributed Dou Qi!

Jiang Donghua observed her from afar, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"A Half-step Dou Ling? Not bad, finally someone decent has arrived."

Liu Hanshuang seemed to notice his gaze, she swept her eyes over him coldly, her voice as sharp as an ice blade.

"Jiang Donghua, your winning streak ends here."

Jiang Donghua chuckled lightly, slowly walked onto the arena, his tone casual.

"Is that so? Don't speak too soon."

As the two confronted each other, the temperature on the arena seemed to drop sharply, and even the air solidified slightly.

Below the stage, everyone held their breath.

"Ice Soul Thousand Blades!"

Liu Hanshuang let out a cold shout, her hands suddenly clasped together, ice-blue Dou Qi surged wildly around her, instantly condensing into countless sharp ice crystal blades, pouring down on Jiang Donghua like a torrential rain!

A xuan-rank high-tier Dou Technique!

Wherever the ice blades passed, the air was frozen with fine frost marks, and the arena surface was covered with a thick layer of frost, the chill biting to the bone!

Everyone below the stage gasped.

"A killing move right from the start?!"

"This Liu Hanshuang is indeed ruthless enough!"

However, facing the overwhelming ice blades, Jiang Donghua didn't even bat an eyelid.

He moved his feet lightly, his figure weaving through the gaps in the ice blades like a ghost, not even a corner of his clothes was grazed!

"Too slow."

He commented indifferently, then raised his hand, and scarlet Dou Qi suddenly condensed in his palm, forming a Blazing Flame Palm print, which he slammed out with force!

"Blazing Flame Palm!"

Flames and ice collided, erupting in a harsh sizzling sound, and white mist steamed!

Liu Hanshuang's expression changed slightly, and she quickly changed her move, ice-blue Dou Qi condensing in front of her into a thick ice wall.

"Profound Ice Shield!"

"Boom—!"

The flame palm print slammed heavily onto the ice shield, the ice wall trembled violently, its surface instantly covered with cracks, but it ultimately did not shatter.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from Liu Hanshuang's forehead, but a cold smile played on her lips.

"Is this your flame?"

"Nothing special!"

She abruptly withdrew the ice shield, battle intent surging in her eyes.

"Today, I'll let you know what true power is!"

Before her words finished, her figure suddenly disappeared, reappearing behind Jiang Donghua, her silver sword, imbued with bone-chilling cold, thrusting straight at his back!

"Frost Mark Stab!"

This sword strike was as fast as lightning, and extremely vicious!

In the stands, the group of female students supporting Jiang Donghua immediately cried out in alarm, their faces pale.

"Senior Jiang, be careful!"

"It's over, it's over, he can't dodge this sword!"

However, Jiang Donghua seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, not even turning his head, just slightly shifting his body.

"Swish!"

The sword's edge brushed past his robes, not even cutting a single strand of hair!

Liu Hanshuang's pupils contracted, and before she could react, she saw Jiang Donghua turn around and smile slightly at her.

"Slap in the face?"

"Alright, I'll play along."

The next moment, the flames in his palm suddenly surged, transforming into a ferocious fire dragon, roaring as it devoured Liu Hanshuang!

Liu Hanshuang frantically tried to block, but was fiercely knocked away by the fire dragon, her entire body crashing onto the edge of the arena like a broken kite, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood!

The entire venue was silent!

Liu Hanshuang, twelfth on the fengyun ranking, a Half-step Dou Ling.

Was severely injured in one move!

Jiang Donghua withdrew his flames, looking down at her, his tone still lazy.

"Do you understand my true strength now?"