Xuan Zhi's eyes narrowed.
"Are you trying to trap me?" he said as he leaped briefly.
But before his foot even touched the ground, a wave of ice spread beneath his legs. The cold advanced like a silent tide, freezing practically the entire arena.
In a few moments, there was no visible ground left. Only ice. Thick, irregular, living layers.
Kyrian watched. And he saw everything. The ice was not merely terrain. It was an extension of his vision.
The moment Xuan Zhi's foot began to descend, the ice below rose violently like a sharp spike. Xuan Zhi twisted midair. Another spike emerged. Then another.
The ice reacted before contact even happened. But then, suddenly, Xuan Zhi's Qi exploded. A brutal wave of wind expanded in all directions.
The surrounding ice shattered, cracked, and was hurled away like fragile shards.
He landed.
"If I become even faster, you won't be able to trap me." He gripped the sword with both hands and released a long breath.
