170: Chapter 170 The Furnace Melts Snow! My Qi and Blood Flow Like a Dragon, Within Three Feet I Remain a Forbidden Zone!

Han Qianchi stared fixedly at the rising white smoke, his whole person as if cast under a binding Spell, his originally arrogant eyes filled with absurdity.

"What kind of power is this?"

A dry voice squeezed out from Han Qianchi's throat, carrying a hint of a tremor he hadn't even noticed himself.

Lin Qi did not answer immediately.

Those eyes, which had turned crimson due to extreme excitement, were coldly sizing up the mage in mid-air.

The Blood Moving Technique was still operating at full capacity; every drop of blood was like lead-filled molten magma, rampaging through his blood vessels and emitting dull, thunderous sounds.

This feeling was simply too satisfying.

The violent energy left in the depths of his bone marrow by the Earth Fire Oil was now stimulated by the cold air, completely transforming into the most primitive kinetic energy of life.

Sizzle—!

The thick ice layer on the arena, originally as hard as iron and sufficient to shatter the knees of high-level warriors, was instantly melted into two deep pits the moment it touched Lin Qi's soles.

Large billows of white mist surged upward like a fountain.

Amidst the thick smoke, Lin Qi's figure was visible and obscured, his skin presenting a strange and explosive jade-red color.

An unprecedented commotion erupted in the spectator stands.

"Holy shit! Is that a human or a furnace? He's steaming!"

"What the hell! It's negative one hundred and fifty degrees, is he taking a sauna in there?"

"Commentator! Hurry up and explain, what kind of class skill is this? I've never seen this kind of passive on the data panel!"

The commentator was also confused at this moment; while scrambling to search the backend database, he shouted at a rapid pace.

"Everyone! Data monitoring shows that contestant Lin Qi's body temperature is climbing at an anti-logical speed!"

"Forty degrees... sixty degrees... one hundred degrees! My god, his surface body temperature has already broken through one hundred and fifty degrees, and it's still rising!"

"This heat is not magic! There is no magic power fluctuation! This is the purest physical heat generation!"

In the VIP area, the goblet in Li Pojun's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, spilling expensive red wine all over his pants, but he was completely unaware.

His gloomy eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets.

How is this possible?

A mere Blank Slate, melting the Domain of a Divine-Grade talent just by relying on the heat generated by his body?

This is simply slapping the face of the entire digitalized world.

"Qi and Blood turning into a Dragon... this is Qi and Blood turning into a Dragon!"

In the Longya Academy rest area, Elder Mo threw himself onto the railing; due to excessive excitement, his withered fingers left dents on the alloy railing.

His voice was exceptionally sharp due to hoarseness.

"Instructor Su, look quickly! The vitality inside that kid has condensed to the extreme; every pore is erupting with heat!"

"In that world... no, that's wrong, in the ancient texts, this is called Furnace Melting Snow, a Physical Body Saint Domain!"

"As long as his True Qi does not dissipate, this environment is a great tonic for him!"

Instructor Su Qing stood to the side, a look of shock appearing on her cold, clear face.

She had once been a Third-Turn powerhouse and had seen countless so-called power limits.

Yet never had anyone been able to act like Lin Qi, using the power of a "living person" to confront the "natural disaster"-like Law.

That was not just strength; it was a bullying of the life hierarchy.

At this moment, Zhang Wei was already grinning from ear to ear, slapping his thigh and roaring at the few gamblers next to him who had been mocking him just a moment ago.

"See that! That's my Seventh Brother! I'm asking you, is it cold? Is it cold?"

"And what the hell Absolute Freeze, encountering my Seventh Brother, that's just heating up the bathwater!"

"Who said they were going to eat a keyboard just now? Come on, eat it while it's hot, don't be polite!"

On the arena, Lin Qi moved.

His steps were slow but exceptionally heavy.

Bang.

Every step he took landed precisely on the thick ice surface, immediately emitting a muffled sound of ice melting.

Water pits deep enough to see bone were left on the alloy base.

He walked through the standing water like this, braving the ice debris still falling sporadically from the sky, walking step by step toward Han Qianchi.

The deceleration effect attached to the so-called Absolute Freeze had become completely useless in Lin Qi's eyes at this moment.

This negative state at the level of Law was essentially achieved by cold air invading the Meridians and freezing the circulation of magic power.

But Lin Qi had no magic power.

What he had was boiling Qi and Blood capable of melting this cold air.

The sluggishness and stiffness that had troubled him before vanished completely at this moment.

This posture of walking on water was full of wild aesthetic beauty, every inch of muscle rhythmically moving amidst the white steam.

Han Qianchi panicked.

He felt that he was not facing a person, but a moving volcano.

"Want to get close to me? Dream on!"

Han Qianchi pressed his staff down violently, a flash of ruthlessness appearing in his eyes.

Three thick ice chains several meters long appeared out of thin air, circling in mid-air like spirit snakes, and finally coiled tightly toward Lin Qi's ankles.

This was the extremely troublesome Extreme Cold Chains in Ice-type control; once entangled, the whole person would be forcibly pulled into a frozen state.

Lin Qi didn't even lift an eyelid.

His right hand formed a claw, and he tore at his side casually.

Pfft.

Those ice chains, which emitted crystal-blue light and had hardness comparable to diamonds, started smoking crazily the moment they entered the three-foot range of Lin Qi's body.

Before they could wrap around his legs, they had already become thin and soft, and finally, with a casual grab, he shattered them into a sky full of water mist.

That sense of violence in physically breaking a Spell made countless mages in the audience feel a chill in their hearts.

It was too unreasonable.

This feeling was like a professor who had practiced magic for many years having his podium grabbed in public by a hooligan carrying a brick and steaming with fire.

No matter what move you cast, he would just use his body to take it head-on.

The key was, he could actually withstand it.

"Is this your ability?"

Lin Qi finally spoke, his voice piercing through layers of mist, appearing exceptionally clear and powerful.

It even carried a hint of faint mockery.

Han Qianchi's face turned pale; his self-esteem as a Prodigy made him wave his staff like a madman.

"Ice Wall! Rise!"

Rumble.

Six massive ice walls, each a meter thick, rose from the ground, blocking Lin Qi's path in a staggered manner.

These ice walls contained reinforced magic power inside; ordinary warriors would have to hammer them for a long time.

Lin Qi's speed did not slow down by a single bit.

In front of the first ice wall.

He simply bumped into it with his shoulder.

Crack.

That ice wall, capable of withstanding the full-force strike of a Third-Turn warrior, instantly buckled at the point of contact the moment it touched his shoulder.

Then, dense cracks spread out.

Bang.

The ice wall shattered into a pile of debris on the spot, like plasterboard hit by a tank.

Next was the second, the third...

Lin Qi was like a tireless rock crusher, walking straight through all obstacles.

In less than ten seconds, the bunkers Han Qianchi had racked his brains to create all became ice slag under his feet.

The commentator had already shouted until his voice broke.

"Contestant Lin Qi's power is too outrageous! He is pushing through horizontally! He is ignoring defense and pushing through horizontally!"

"Contestant Han Qianchi's skills simply cannot cause effective obstruction to him!"

"My god, he is less than ten meters away from Han Qianchi!"

Han Qianchi, who was in mid-air, only felt cold all over, not because of his Domain, but because of the pressure of being targeted by a Vicious Beast.

For a mage, this distance was already the death line.

The expression of having victory in his grasp had disappeared, replaced by a madness after being humiliated.

He could not accept it.

He could not accept that he, a Divine-Grade Genius standing at the apex of the digitalized world, was being forced to this point by a primitive man without any skill light effects.

This sense of logical tearing made him feel like his worldview was about to collapse.

Lin Qi stood still directly below Han Qianchi.

He raised his head.

The white heat lingering around his body had now gathered above his head, vaguely forming a rising column of Qi.

His state at this moment was like a peerless fierce weapon that had just come out of the furnace, still carrying residual heat.

An extremely restrained yet extremely dangerous aura locked onto Han Qianchi.

That was not just the heat of his body, but also the Battle Intent of despising heaven and earth from the Martial Saint's memory.

"Your ice is not cold enough."