After the dust settled, Luo Qinghan looked around.
Six people, all eliminated.
Less than three minutes before and after.
Only Luo Qinghan was left on the field. Ice Spirit Longblade was still in his hand, the cold air on the blade was still surging, and the white frost under his feet was still there, but the formation was gone and his teammates were gone.
He stood alone in the middle of the field, like a shell washed up on the beach by the tide, lonely and lonely.
Some people were whispering in the stands, and some couldn't bear to watch.
Xiao Mu stood opposite him twenty steps away, with his Two-Word Battle Armor still shining faintly. He looked at Luo Qinghan without ridicule or pity, but asked calmly, "You are the only one left. Do you still want to fight?"
Luo Qinghan raised his head. His hand holding the knife was shaking, and he felt great pressure.
"Hit!"
"Why not fight? Fight until the last moment!"
The whispers in the stands stopped. Over at Star Luo Delegation, the dean sat up straight, moved his lips, and swallowed what he wanted to say.
Changgong Yan stood on the edge of the VIP seat with his arms folded, looked at Luo Qinghan's back, and smiled. The smile was short, but very genuine.
Luo Qinghan took a step forward. The frost under his feet exploded and spread in all directions along the ground, spreading a huge ice ring around him.
His Ice Spirit Longblade began to glow, and cracks appeared on the blade. More and denser ice edges pierced out of the blade, and the entire blade nearly doubled in size.
He raised the knife above his head.
Xiao Mu looked at him, nodded, and admired him very much.
He raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and the force field spread out silently with him as the center. The movement of molecules in the air began to slow down the moment the force field covered him.
It's not ice Soul Skill, it's not cold air, it's just the laws of physics being slowed down by one hand.
Temperature drops sharply.
Soul Fighting Arena In the sky above, white snowflakes condensed out of thin air and fell one by one.
First came the fine snow particles, and then the goose-feather-like heavy snow, densely packed, falling silently on the frosty ground and the light curtain of the protective shield.
Everything in the venue was wrapped in the sudden heavy snow.
Someone in the stands reached out to catch the snowflakes, but his fingers passed through the light curtain. Outside the protective shield, there was not a drop of snow.
This snow only fell inside the venue.
Luo Qinghan was holding his Ice Spirit Longblade, standing in the middle of the heavy snow, his whole figure was pinned. He looked at the snowflakes in the sky, then looked at Xiao Mu, and could no longer figure out Xiao Mu's ability.
The heavy snow is still falling.
Luo Qinghan stood in the snow, and the light on Ice Spirit Longblade looked a little dim in the flying snow.
He gritted his teeth and tightened the handle of the knife, trying to find a breakthrough from Xiao Mu.
At this moment, two figures swept out from behind Xiao Mu.
Xu Xiaoyan's Star Staff hit the ground. Starlight exploded, and more than a dozen Star Chain locked onto him.
Just as he was about to break free, the chains tightened and pinned him firmly in place.
Immediately, Gu Yue raised his hand. The girl grasped her fingers in the void, and the snowflakes on Luo Qinghan's head suddenly condensed, turning into an ice pick as thick as a person, and smashed down with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
Luo Qinghan only had time to turn his head, and the ice pick hit his shoulder and hit the ground. Ice fragments flew everywhere, and the cold air covered half of his body with a layer of white frost.
He gritted his teeth and said nothing, but Xiao Mu came to kill him.
Battle Armor's light had faded, and Xiao Mu just rushed in with his bare hands, his right fist pulled up from the side of his waist, without any Soul Skill, pure power.
The muscles in the shoulders and back drive the arms, and the arms drive the fists.
A punch hit Luo Qinghan between the chest and abdomen, and the force field pressed down along with the punch.
Luo Qinghan flew backwards, and Star Chain was broken into points of light all over the sky. Ice Spirit Longblade let go, flipped several times in the air, and stuck on the frosty ground at the other end of the field.
He hit the protective shield and was bounced back, dragging a long groove in the snow.
Luo Qinghan was lying in the middle of the heavy snow, gasping for air. Then he slowly raised his head, looked at Xiao Mu, twitched the corner of his mouth, and finally fainted.
The referee's flag was waved cleanly and neatly.
"Star Luo Royal Academy, all seven people have lost the ability to fight. The winner--Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy."
The protective shield slowly lowered, and the light blue light curtain dissipated from above the head.
The heavy snow that shrouded the field lost its restraints, and a few snowflakes floated out from the edge of the field, fell on the knees of the students in the front row of the stands, and quickly melted.
The protective shield slowly lowered, and the light blue light curtain dissipated from above the head.
The heavy snow that shrouded the field lost its restraints, and a few snowflakes floated out from the edge of the field, fell on the knees of the students in the front row of the stands, and quickly melted.
The stands were quiet for a moment, and then cheers erupted.
The students of the Sun Moon Academy stood up and applauded. Some whistled and some smacked the railings. Wave after wave of sound rushed to the center of the venue.
The teaching director of Star Luo Delegation had already led people over the railing and ran quickly to Luo Qinghan. Xia Zhu knelt next to him. The light of Healing Scepter covered his chest, and soft white light spread out layer by layer.
Luo Qinghan's eyelids moved but did not open, but his breathing had stabilized. Other team members were also helped up one after another.
Changgong Yan stood on the sidelines and did not move. He looked at Luo Qinghan being carried on a stretcher, was silent for a moment, then turned around and nodded slightly in the direction of Xiao Mu.
I feel like this guy can compete with the Dragon King of the Star Luo Empire Monster Academy.
This terrifying power.
Xiao Mu stood in the center of the field. Battle Armor had already collected it, and the last few flakes of heavy snow were still scattered around him.
Gu Yue walked past him without stopping, leaving only one sentence. "Hold it."
"Keep it." Xiao Mu said.
"That's okay."
Na'er jumped over from the other side, looked up at him, and then looked at the direction of the stretcher. "You call that being stored?"
Xu Xiaoyan appeared from behind her and answered for Xiao Mu: "He really kept it. Otherwise, they must have sealed it in the stone."
After the show ended, Star Luo Delegation's dean didn't say much. She walked up to Mu Hongchen and presented the three jade boxes with both hands. Her movements were simple and there was no trace of disappointment on her face.
If you lose, you lose. This simplicity has more weight than many polite words.
Mu Hongchen took the jade box and handed it to Xiao Mu.
Xiao Mu opened the lid of the box and took a glance. Three thousand-year-old spiritual objects were lying quietly on the velvet cloth, with different spiritual rhymes.
A silver-white grass blade, an amber crystal with a warm luster, and a small blue flower with dewdrops on its petals.
He recognized two of them, and the smell of the second one was not unfamiliar either.
Xiao Mu After looking at it, he understood how to divide it. The more of these natural and earthly treasures cannot be eaten in a short period of time, the better.
The body still has to digest the spiritual substances it absorbed previously.
"Let's go back and divide them up to see who is more suitable for these things."
With that said, all seven people left.