156: Chapter 156 One has a sharp tongue, the other has ruthless hands

On the arena stage, Ye Wushuang's face had already turned somewhat pale.

Han Feng's summons were endless; every time he shattered the swarm, Frost Blessing would reform them.

His spiritual power was being consumed rapidly, and as one side waxed while the other waned, the situation was gradually sliding into a disadvantageous position.

Ye Wushuang took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He couldn't drag this out any longer.

He opened his eyes, and a glimmer of ice-blue light appeared deep within his pupils.

The Ice Crystal Wings behind him suddenly unfurled—not to attack, but to peel off the hexagonal ice crystals one by one, letting them hover around him.

Each ice crystal spun at high speed, emitting a sharp humming sound like thousands of ice bees flapping their wings.

Han Feng's Extreme Cold Domain became the perfect catalyst, as the Bingli Heavenly Phoenix's chill resonated with the frost within the Domain.

The ice crystals around Ye Wushuang began to expand, growing from the size of a fingernail to the size of a palm, and then to the size of a washbasin.

Within each ice crystal, ice-blue light flowed like miniature stars.

Han Feng's expression changed.

"He's absorbing my Extreme Cold Domain?!"

Ye Wushuang was frantically devouring the frost power within the Domain, turning the battlefield Han Feng had painstakingly built into his own nourishment.

Ye Wushuang raised his right hand, and a giant bird, ice-blue all over with wings like crystal, appeared in the sky above.

Its wingspan was a full ten meters, covering half the stage when spread.

The Bingli Heavenly Phoenix threw back its head and let out a long cry, its voice clear and resonant, carrying the majesty of an ice-type sovereign.

All of Han Feng's Ice Crystal Bees froze simultaneously, their wings stopping mid-flap and the ice stingers on their tails drooping as if suppressed by something.

The sovereign pressure of the Bingli Heavenly Phoenix held absolute control over all ice-type summons.

“Bingli Heavenly Phoenix—Extreme Ice Descent.”

The phantom of the Bingli Heavenly Phoenix behind him suddenly flapped its wings.

The temperature on the stage plummeted, instantly dropping below freezing.

Water vapor in the air condensed into ice crystals, the thin ice on the ground thickened to a foot, and the protective walls were covered in frost flowers.

The sky suddenly darkened—not from dark clouds blocking the sun, but from countless ice crystals condensing in the air, obscuring the lights at the top of the stadium.

Han Feng looked up, his pupils shrinking violently.

It was snowing.

Washbasin-sized ice crystal snowflakes, with edges as sharp as blades, spun and fell from a height of a hundred meters.

Each snowflake glowed with an ice-blue light, appearing incredibly beautiful, but behind that elegance lay a lethal killing intent.

The ice crystal snowflakes covered the entire stage; not a single corner was spared.

The Ice Crystal Bee swarm bore the brunt of it.

Snowflakes spun through the swarm, slicing the bodies of the Ice Crystal Bees into pieces.

The fragments exploded in the air, turning into ice crystal powder.

Han Feng's Frost Blessing tried desperately to repair them, but the speed of restoration couldn't keep up with the speed of destruction.

The Bee King tried to flee but was struck directly in the head by a snowflake; its ice crystal armor shattered, and its body split down the middle before falling to the ground.

Han Feng gritted his teeth and pushed his Ice Armor Technique to the limit, layers of ice crystals covering his entire body.

The Ice Crystal Crown on his head lit up, and an Ice Crystal Shield also covered his body, stacking double-layered defenses.

The snowflakes were still falling.

One, two, ten, a hundred... the entire stage turned into a graveyard of ice crystals.

Cracks were sliced into Han Feng's Ice Armor by the snowflakes, becoming more numerous and deeper until the armor began to peel away.

The ice crystal armor on Han Feng's right arm, left leg, and torso shattered and fell away like fish scales scraped by a sharp blade.

Snowflakes were still falling, but no longer in a wide area; they were now falling precisely toward the top of Han Feng's head.

Ye Wushuang controlled the landing points of Extreme Ice Descent, concentrating all the snowflakes on Han Feng.

Each snowflake was like a spinning ice blade, leaving deep gashes on Han Feng's armor.

Han Feng knelt on one knee, supporting himself on the stage with both hands, gasping for breath.

His lips were purple, his face was deathly pale, and there wasn't a single patch of intact skin on his entire body.

Blood gushed from wounds on his right eye, left leg, and right arm, blooming across the ice crystal powder.

Yet, he still refused to speak the words of surrender.

Ye Wushuang stood in the center of the stage, looking at Han Feng's condition with a slight frown.

He raised his right hand, the phantom of the Bingli Heavenly Phoenix slowly retracted, and the ice crystal snowflakes in the air stopped falling, hovering in mid-air.

He lightly clenched his fist, and all the snowflakes shattered at once, drifting down like a gentle snowfall.

Han Feng was stunned; his body swayed, and he toppled forward.

Ye Wushuang took a step forward, instantly appearing in front of Han Feng and reaching out to support his shoulder.

This guy was a stubborn one too; if Ye Wushuang hadn't stopped in time, the next snowflake would have sliced Han Feng's throat.

The referee walked over quickly, checked Han Feng's condition, and sighed in relief upon confirming he was still breathing.

He raised his hand.

“Han Feng is unable to continue. In the fourth match, Ye Wushuang of Dongyun City First High School wins. With a total score of 3 to 1, Dongyun City First High School defeats Beichuan City First High School and advances to the top five!”

Deafening cheers erupted from the stands, but Ye Wushuang ignored them.

Supporting Han Feng, he walked toward the Beichuan City First High School contestant area.

The contestants from Beichuan City First High School had already rushed over. Su Zhong took Han Feng from Ye Wushuang and said sincerely.

“Thank you.”

Ye Wushuang nodded and returned to his own team.

Just as he sat down, Lin Fan leaned in, looked him up and down, and then covered his mouth, shrinking back with a look of horror.

“Showing such tenderness to the 'fairer sex,' huh? Holy crap, you don't actually like this kind of dark-skinned athlete, do you?”

As he spoke, he hugged his own arms tightly.

“Do you think tomorrow's headline will be 'Dongyun City First High School Contestant and Beichuan City First High School Contestant Suspected of Having an Affair'?”

Ye Wushuang's mouth twitched.

He raised his right hand, and an ice blade shot from his fingertip, grazing the top of Lin Fan's head and slicing off two hairs.

Lin Fan felt the top of his head, and seeing he wasn't bald, he let out a sigh of relief.

“Are you trying to murder your own teammate?”

Ye Wushuang remained expressionless. “One more word, and the next ice blade won't just be for your hair.”

Lin Fan immediately shut up and made a zipping motion across his mouth with his hands.

Qian Duoduo and the others wisely refrained from joining in; between Lin Fan and Ye Wushuang, one had a foul mouth and the other had a ruthless hand.

Self-preservation was the only way to go.