168: Chapter 168 Ice Spikes Raining Down! The Physics Department's Desperate Situation! Dude, this isn't even proper gua sha!

In the face of absolute Law, your struggle is meaningless.

Han Qianchi's voice, carrying the indifference of a god, echoed over the ice-sealed arena.

He couldn't even be bothered to say another word; in his eyes, this duel had reached its conclusion the moment he deployed his Domain.

He merely raised the staff in his hand slightly.

The large, ice-blue gemstone at the top of the staff flared with intense light.

The next second, a shocking change occurred!

Above the arena, the air distorted violently as countless sharp ice spikes, condensed from the extreme Qi of cold, appeared out of thin air.

Each ice spike was half a meter long, crystal clear, with tips flashing with a chilling gleam.

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands!

The dense mass of ice spikes blocked the lights at the top of the gymnasium, like an inverted rain of death, shrouding the entire arena in a terrifying shadow.

A destructive aura descended from the sky!

"My god! It's the signature skill of a Tier 2 Ice Mage, [Ice Spike Storm]!"

"No! Look at that range and quantity! This is definitely a version strengthened countless times over! Is this the blessing of a Divine-Grade talent?"

Bursts of exclamations erupted from the spectator stands; everyone was so frightened by the apocalyptic scene before them that they stood up.

In the VIP box, a truly satisfied smile finally appeared on Li Pojun's face.

He raised his wine glass and offered a distant toast to the figure on the arena who appeared infinitely small amidst the frost.

This is right; this is the end that an ant deserves.

On the arena, a trace of contempt curled on Han Qianchi's face as he lightly waved his staff downward.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!"

The sky full of ice rain roared down!

The piercing sound of air being torn apart merged into one, targeting Lin Qi, who could barely move an inch on the ice.

At this moment, describing Lin Qi's situation as precarious was an understatement.

The extreme cold of negative 150 degrees made every movement he made feel like carrying a thousand-pound burden. The air was as thick as a swamp, making every step incredibly sluggish.

In this state, facing an indiscriminate attack that covered the entire arena, evasion had become a joke.

"It's over... it's over... how can he dodge this!"

In the rest area, Zhang Wei's fat face had lost all color; he clutched his hair tightly with both hands, his body trembling like a sieve.

Elder Mo and Instructor Su Qing also stood up, their expressions grave.

"Under absolute Domain suppression, the speed advantage is completely stripped away; this is indeed a dead end for a pure Martial Artist." Instructor Su Qing's voice was low. She could understand Lin Qi's techniques, but the scene before her had already exceeded the scope of mere technique.

However, just when everyone thought Lin Qi would be instantly turned into a hedgehog.

Lin Qi, at the center of the death barrage, moved.

He did not engage in large-scale running or dodging, because he knew that was simply impossible.

He just stayed in place, performing some movements so small they were almost negligible.

His left shoulder sank slightly.

"Rip!"

An ice spike flew past his back, the sharp ice blade tearing through his cheap sportswear and drawing a small spray of blood.

He gently pivoted his right heel.

Another ice spike shot into the ground almost grazing his waist, exploding into a cluster of ice shavings.

He tilted his head slightly, shifted his body slightly to the side, and bent his knees slightly.

Every one of his movements was simple to the extreme, yet precise to the extreme.

He was like a dancer dancing in a storm, evading the most lethal attacks within a square inch, at the smallest possible cost.

This was the battle instinct of a Martial Saint, honed through thousands of trials!

It was muscle memory branded deep into his Soul during countless life-or-death struggles!

Bang! Bang! Bang-bang-bang!

Countless ice spikes landed on the ice surface around him, emitting violent explosions. The hard alloy arena was smashed into shallow pits, and the splashed ice debris flew everywhere like blades.

The entire arena was completely submerged by a death barrage composed of ice spikes.

The audience held their breath nervously; they could only see a black figure dodging in a sorry state amidst that vast, white icy rain, facing danger at every turn.

The sportswear on his body was soon torn to rags, and streaks of blood appeared on his arms, back, and thighs.

The blood had just flowed out when it instantly solidified in the extremely low temperature, turning into dark red ice crystals.

"Hmph, a dying struggle."

Han Qianchi, in mid-air, saw Lin Qi struggling to hold on under his attack, and the arrogance on his face grew even thicker.

Dodge?

How long can you dodge?

He continuously increased his magic output, chanting coldly.

The number of ice spikes in the sky increased, their falling speed became faster, and the angles of attack became increasingly tricky, completely sealing off all of Lin Qi's escape space.

He wanted to use this cat-and-mouse method to consume Lin Qi's stamina bit by bit, and wear down his will bit by bit.

He wanted to let this "bumpkin" who dared to provoke the Law experience true despair in front of billions of viewers, and understand what an insurmountable chasm existed between classes!

Lin Qi's space for movement was constantly being compressed.

Several times, he was almost struck directly in a vital spot by an ice spike, only managing to avoid it thanks to extreme body-twisting maneuvers at the very last moment.

His breathing began to grow heavy, and the white mist he exhaled turned into ice crystals and fell the moment it left his lips.

Because his body had been in an extremely low-temperature environment for a long time, it had begun to show visible stiffness.

The True Qi flowing through his Meridians was also like a frozen river, its circulation speed becoming incredibly sluggish.

Every minute and every second, he was enduring tremendous consumption.

"It's no good... that kid's stamina is reaching its limit!"

"Nonsense! In this godforsaken place, let alone fighting, just being able to stand is a miracle!"

"Sigh, is it really not enough after all? Is the physical class really this powerless in front of a top-tier mage?"

Everyone could see that Lin Qi's defeat was only a matter of time.

His stamina was being consumed rapidly, and his True Qi was constantly being worn down by the cold air.

Conversely, Han Qianchi, as the master of the Domain, not only did not consume magic power in this eternal prison of ice, but could also receive continuous replenishment from the surrounding frost elements.

With one waning and the other waxing, the winner had already been decided.

This was a duel that was unfair from the level of the rules.

"It's over."

Han Qianchi looked at the figure on the arena, who was already panting and whose movements were starting to deform, and finally lost interest in continuing to toy with him.

He raised his staff high, and the gemstone at the top erupted with unprecedented, brilliant light.

A chill ten times stronger than before instantly enveloped the entire arena!

All the ice spikes in the sky stopped falling; they converged and underwent Fusion in the air, forming a giant ice spear ten meters long!

The spear shaft of that ice spear was covered in mysterious magical patterns, emitting a terrifying aura capable of freezing the Soul.

"It's over, turn into an ice sculpture, ant!"