With a sharp "crack," the earthen wall completely collapsed.
"I lost."
Zhao Ke looked at Lu Yan, his face full of unwillingness and helplessness.
He had never imagined that the spell he excelled at most would be so easily mastered by his opponent, and even turned back to suppress him.
Such comprehension and ability were truly astonishing.
No wonder this boy could rank among the four geniuses of the inner sect.
Lu Yan withdrew his spiritual power without saying a word, then turned and walked off the Duel Platform.
"Good!"
"Amazing!"
"That was incredible!"
At once, continuous applause and cheers erupted below the stage.
After a while, Lin Han took the stage.
As one of the hottest favorites for first place in this grand competition, the moment he stepped onto the Duel Platform, biting cold spread around him. The temperature instantly plunged, and even the ground formed a layer of white frost.
Even from far away, the spectators below could not help shivering.
His opponent was Luo Ting, a disciple at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.
He was one of the inner sect's finest and possessed a Water Spirit Root.
Luo Ting called out loudly, "Lin Han, I've wanted to cross swords with you for a long time!"
Half the arena was filled with biting cold, the other half with steaming mist.
The vast Duel Platform was divided into two halves.
Lin Han said with a faint smile, "It's not too late to admit defeat now."
Luo Ting raised a brow and suddenly swept out his hand. The mist transformed into countless water arrows that shot viciously toward his opponent.
Though the first move was mainly a test, its power was far from weak.
Seeing this, the cold around Lin Han surged wildly. With a wave of his hand, ice