"Yu Jing, that guy... He actually defeated a Ten Prodigy at the same time as I did!"
The Magic Arena had transformed into a frost throne belonging solely to Shui Bingmiao. The Mysterious Ice Sword in his hand released millennia-old cold, tearing through Ling Youna's defenses with fierce swordsmanship and ultimately securing victory.
Shui Bingmiao was not satisfied, however, because when he defeated the Second Seat, Yu Jing had somehow defeated the Fifth Seat several seconds before him.
After her shield was shattered and she fell from the arena, Ling Youna's true body had not suffered many injuries.
The extreme cold released by Shui Bingmiao could not enter Ling Youna's body. One reason was her perfect control over fire attributes, while the other was that her Black Feather Cloak and the pyramid pendant hanging before her chest both possessed excellent magic resistance.
"Emperor's Image. Little Shui, you really are... Phew, this senior ultimately lost because of narrow thinking. If I had brought out all my magic power from the beginning, perhaps I wouldn't have lost the match. Still, to possess such ability during the Third Phase of Abilities, you truly deserve my position."
Ling Youna accepted her defeat wholeheartedly. The thought she had always held—that she was "second only to Ling Tian"—had completely shattered.
The end of this battle also meant that Ling Youna had fully shed her status as a disciple and was about to leave the Dihua Ability Institute.
This battle had also caused a subtle change in Ling Youna's heart. At the very least, she had to spend five years in seclusion cultivating at the highest magic academy.
"Junior, guard the arena seriously. Don't hand the Magic Arena over to someone else. I'm leaving first."
As Ling Youna left, she waved the three-colored staff in her hand