Rules of the Contest
At that moment, the people watching with the greatest anxiety were Bi Fan, Jiang Yun Ting, and the others.
Watching Lu Kun's attacks on the battlefield—playful in appearance, yet vicious beyond measure—they all knew exactly what he was trying to do.
But He Han refused to surrender, and there was nothing they could do.
In the air, Great Snow Without Cold had finished building up its power, but He Han's condition was deeply worrying.
Pressed relentlessly by Lu Kun, his momentum had long since fallen far short of what it had been. He struggled to summon the Chaos Qi churning in disarray inside him, gripped the Frost Sword, and roared, "Frost Sword Fall, Great Snow Without Cold!"
This was his strongest killing move, the one attack he had spent a long time preparing—the only one capable of standing against his opponent.
Lu Kun watched with cold eyes, the corner of his mouth lifting in a sneer that seemed to mock him without a word: That's it?
Gripping the Death God Scythe, he swept it around once. A gigantic phantom emerged from the blade, and he shouted, "Death God's Bite!"
In an instant, the Death God Scythe seemed to coil around a giant serpent. It opened its gaping maw and ferociously charged into the dense, seemingly endless snow and ice.
The two forces tore into each other, but the difference in their strength was obvious. With a muffled groan, He Han was flung backward, blood spraying from his mouth.
Lu Kun had no intention of letting him off so easily. He had dared to mock him in public for placing second in last year's Adventure Group Hegemony Competition; now he would pay the price!
Lu Kun swung his scythe again, unleashing another powerful attack with almost no