"So cold."
Lu PingAn's breath turned into visible mist.
The temperature had already dropped below zero. Thick snow blanketed the mountain everywhere, while the goose-feather snow falling from the sky grew heavier and heavier.
The blizzard, combined with the strange frost mist, greatly reduced visibility. An ordinary person could already be declared dead in these conditions.
Yet even Lu PingAn himself felt uncomfortable. This kind of low temperature was extremely unfriendly to both "animals" and "plants." He could even feel that what was being taken from him was not just body heat, but conceptual-level "life deprivation."
"Supernatural-level cooling? Environmental superiority at this level is seriously unfair, isn't it?"
What surprised Lu PingAn was not the harshness of the environment, but how aggressively it attacked him.
Home-field advantage was naturally permissible, but an environmental factor that actively interfered with the battlefield to such an extent that it could upset the balance was clearly excessive.
"I haven't offended this god, have I? No—even if I had, They wouldn't make such an excessive move in Their own Rules Ritual."
From Lu PingAn's understanding of gods, once a god interfered with the "automatic unfolding" of Their own ritual, the process of proving Their "World's Logic" would become meaningless, and might even damage Their own "Logic."
Tyrannical Three-Faced would not be foolish enough to break the balance personally. Since the continuously falling temperature was not an environmental factor arranged by the organizer, there was only one possibility.
"This is a substitute attack—cough, this is Snowman Su's attack!"
And that reality was even more helpless.
This was a contest of the Fighter Path. The world's rules still imposed restrictions. This was not some Element Driver's mutual bombardment domain, so how could he achieve something on this level?
Lu PingAn spread his hand and watched large snowflakes