Terrifying Frost Snow Covers the Sky's First Wipe!

"Everyone, don't panic!"

Just then, a student from Qingshan First High School finally steeled their nerves and realized a crucial point: "If he keeps using True Qi like this for consecutive attacks, even a Second-Tier martial artist wouldn't last long!"

"Right, right!" someone exclaimed, realizing it and shouting with joy, "His True Qi must be almost depleted by now. He's probably trying to bluff us to buy himself time to recover!"

"What? Is that true?!"

"This, this... it makes sense!"

"Everyone, don't let him recover!"

The student who first discovered the problem roared, staring intently at Ye Li ahead.

He wasn't sure if it was his imagination.

He actually saw a hint of paleness on Ye Li's face, a clear sign of immense exhaustion!

My guess was correct!

The student rejoiced inwardly and shouted excitedly, "Everyone, attack him together! Let's see how much True Qi he has left to waste!"

With that, everyone was moved by his words. The fear that had begun to sprout quickly dissipated, and they began to move in unison towards the young man in the black shirt.

Seeing this, Jiang Qingzhu's delicate eyebrows furrowed.

What the other party said was true. Ye Li's previous attacks were all powerful and astonishing, showing no intention of conserving True Qi. In fact, they even seemed a bit wasteful.

Such a lavish use of True Qi would inevitably lead to massive consumption.

Based on her own True Qi reserves, she had already used about seventy percent.

And Ye Li's Martial Arts Level was lower than hers, so the percentage of True Qi consumed would likely be even higher than seventy percent.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qingzhu grabbed her spear and prepared to charge forward.

Unexpectedly, Ye Li cast a cold glance at her.

The warning was clear.

"...He doesn't need my help with this?"

Jiang Qingzhu stopped her movement, looking at Ye Li, who remained calm amidst the crowd, with a bewildered expression. She found it incomprehensible.

But she respected Ye Li's choice.

Her steps faltered slightly, and she watched him with worried eyes.

Meanwhile, the First-Tier martial artists from Qingshan First High School had already reached Ye Li.

The closest student was no more than three feet away from him.

At this moment, the student suddenly noticed that Ye Li had closed his eyes.

Then, the white mist around him instantly retracted, and his semi-transparent body suddenly became solid.

No matter how you looked at it, this was the posture of someone whose True Qi had been exhausted and was forced to stop cultivating!

The student initially wanted to smile.

But for some reason, a trace of fear suddenly arose in his heart.

An extremely dangerous aura almost assaulted him.

It wasn't just him; everyone beside him felt their hair stand on end, and they subconsciously looked up.

They saw a hint of sky-blue light quietly appear in the dark eyes of the young man in the black shirt.

Under the bright lights, it was like the heart of a lake in the midst of winter snow!

The next second, a visible, surging storm erupted from within the young man in the black shirt!

The storm carried an extreme chill, causing the air temperature to plummet by dozens of degrees. Spiral shockwaves rapidly spread in all directions!

Frost Snow Covers the Sky?!

Recognizing the move, Jiang Qingzhu's pupils contracted sharply. An utterly absurd emotion surged through her, stunning her.

He learned Frost Snow Covers the Sky in less than an hour after getting the Breathing Technique?!

How was this possible!!

"Heh--"

At this moment, from below the stage, accompanied by the youth's light chuckle.

In an instant, this extremely cold storm swept across an area of dozens of meters!

Dozens of First-Tier martial artists' faces changed drastically. As they tried to retreat, they fell into chaos and were instantly engulfed by the storm!

What a terrifying martial skill!

In the last few seconds before losing consciousness, this was the common thought that surged through their minds.

Buzzing--!

In the howling wind of a blizzard from the far north, a grating sound of ice forming rang out repeatedly, harmonizing with countless screams to form this symphony called [Frost Snow Covers the Sky].

When the storm subsided, dozens of lifelike human ice sculptures were revealed. No matter how much the figures within struggled, they couldn't break free from the ice.

Clang, clang--

The ice sculptures crashed to the ground, emitting a series of crisp and pleasant sounds.

Under the shocked gazes of Jiang Qingzhu and others, the young man in black casually exhaled a breath of white mist and slowly walked out from among the dozens of ice sculptures, his expression serene.

His True Qi was truly running on empty now.

Fortunately, the harvest was abundant.

As he walked, he listened to the notification sounds in his ears.

[Seriously injured one First-Tier Peak martial artist, Malice Points +1000!] [Seriously injured seventeen First-Tier Level Five martial artists, Malice Points +8500!] [Seriously injured forty-six First-Tier Level Three martial artists, Malice Points +!] [Seriously injured...] [Current Malice Points: . Can draw Treasure Tool]

Ye Li slowly walked towards the exit, feeling quite pleased.

This way, the Malice Points spent on the Breathing Technique were replenished.

He could go back to tally his gains and wait for the exchange match in the afternoon.

"Clean this up a bit."

Under the shocked eyes of Jiang Qingzhu and the others, Ye Li waved his hand, casually dropping the sentence before walking out of the martial arts training hall.

As soon as he exited the training hall, he ran into Wang Yongfeng and a group of teachers from Qingshan First High School, who were walking over, chatting and laughing.

"Ye Li? Are you done with your business?"

Seeing Ye Li, Wang Yongfeng said with slight surprise, "I was planning to ask if you needed any help when I got back!"

"No need, thank you, Teacher," Ye Li nodded politely and walked straight past him.

"Oh, oh!"

"Teacher Wang, is this Ye Li from your team? He seems very polite!" a teacher said with a smile.

Another burly teacher was slightly displeased, "A martial artist looking so gentle and refined, like a scholar. That's not right, how can he not have any edge?"

"Teacher Wang, I recall this Ye Li is at the First-Tier Peak level, right?"

As everyone was discussing Ye Li, one of the Qingshan First High School teachers asked subtly, "In that case, his talent is quite good. I wonder if he has awakened his Martial Arts Talent?"

"This... won't you know this afternoon?"

Wang Yongfeng's eyes darted around as he smoothly changed the subject, laughing, "Let's not talk about him. It's almost lunchtime, and there's a match this afternoon. We need to call the students who were watching in the training hall to eat!"

"You're right."

The group quickly strode into the training hall.

But when they saw the scene before them, the people who were chatting and laughing just a moment ago were now frozen in place.

The entire training hall was filled with students from Qingshan First High School lying everywhere. Some were under collapsed walls, some were sprawled on the ground nearby, and some had their entire heads buried in the earth...

In addition to this, dozens of crystal-clear human ice sculptures stood below the fighting platform, with cracks constantly spreading across their icy surfaces.

And on the ground in the center of the ice sculptures, there were rings of spreading ice marks. These marks were irregularly shaped, as if they were imprints left by a powerful impact, incredibly conspicuous.

Undoubtedly, a thrilling battle or a violent energy release had occurred here just moments ago!

"My heavens..."

Seeing this, Wang Yongfeng and the Qingshan First High School teachers felt their heads spin, their minds becoming somewhat dazed, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Judging by their school uniforms, these were all third-year Martial Science students from Qingshan First High School!

So many of them lying here, what could have possibly happened...

In the vast space, only a few people from Linhai First High School were still standing, their faces etched with shock.

Wang Yongfeng managed to steady his mind and looked at Jiang Qingzhu on the fighting platform, his voice trembling as he asked the question everyone was most concerned about:

"Who... did this?"

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