I gain permanent defense when attacked; even gods and demons can't hurt me.

"You little punk, let's see how you hide now!"

Liu sneered and waved his staff repeatedly.

call out!call out!call out!

Several sharp ice spikes, like machine gun fire, accurately struck the slow-moving Xia Chen.

"Grass!"

Xia Chen cursed angrily and could only raise his spiked club to block.

Bang bang bang!

Ice shards flew everywhere.

Although the damage wasn't severe, the biting cold seeped into his body through the wound, making his movements increasingly stiff.

Before Xia Chen could even stand up straight, several thick, icy chains burst from the ground and wrapped around his legs!

"Open it!!"

Xia Chen roared, his muscles bulging, trying to forcefully break free of the chains.

But in the brief moment of his struggle, Liu Han had already gracefully retreated to the other end of the ring, maintaining an absolutely safe distance.

Kite!

A complete and utter kite-style style!

Xia Chen was like a beast stuck in the mud, possessing brute strength and extremely high attack power, yet he couldn't even touch Liu Han's clothes!

This feeling of being unable to exert his strength made him so frustrated that he felt like he was going to vomit blood.

If he weren't in such a bad state right now, he wouldn't be feeling so frustrated!

"It's safe."

At the university in Shanghai, everyone's expressions finally softened.

"Senior Liu Han is still the most reliable!"

"Weren't you so arrogant just now? Why can't you move now? Hahahaha!"

Seeing the figure struggling to walk on the stage, covered in frost, the students from Shanghai began to cheer.

Time passed second by second.

Xia Chen's health was rapidly decreasing due to the constant drain and torment.

Although the [Goblin King Set] on his body lit up red again, triggering the passive effect of [Bloodlust Assault].

However, because he was covered in several layers of the "Deep Freeze" debuff, the attack speed and movement speed bonuses were completely negated.

Xia Chen gasped for breath, and the white breath he exhaled instantly froze into ice shards.

His eyebrows and hair were covered in frost, his lips were purple from the cold, and his hand holding the spiked club was trembling slightly.

He knew in his heart that he couldn't win this match.

"Should we admit defeat?"

Liu Han stood at a distance, a terrifying blizzard gathering on his staff, and asked with icy eyes.

Xia Chen did not speak.

He turned his head and glanced at the War Academy's preparation seats below the stage.

There, Lin Yuan was looking at him calmly.

Xia Chen hardened his heart, and the red light in his eyes burned again!

"Admit defeat?"

"These two words don't exist in my dictionary!"

"ah!!"

Xia Chen suddenly let out a deafening roar, gripping the heavy spiked club tightly with both hands and raising it high above his head.

The blood and energy in his body were no longer used to maintain body temperature or increase speed, but were instead poured into the weapon in his hand without reservation!

Blood and Qi Explosion!

The spiked club instantly turned a bright red, branding iron color, radiating terrifying heat!

Seeing this, Liu Han, who had been confident of victory, changed his expression drastically.

"not good!!"

He wanted to interrupt the chanting and activate the ice shield defense.

But it's too late!

"Get it, you bastard!!!"

The enormous spiked club flew out of his hand!

It transformed into a red meteor, emitting a sharp whistling sound, ignoring the coldness of the space, and crashed heavily towards Liu Han in the distance!

boom! !

A deafening explosion shook the entire stadium!

The ice shield that Liu Han hastily erected shattered instantly in the face of this desperate attack!

"what!"

A piercing scream rang out.

The spiked club slammed solidly into his left shoulder, sending Liu Han flying. Half of his body was charred black by the blast of blood.

Half of my health has evaporated instantly!

Clang!

The spiked club landed on the ground, creating a large crater.

Xia Chen, exhausted, fell straight backward.

The referee rushed onto the stage and checked the condition of the two players.

Then, he loudly announced: "Xia Chen is incapacitated. The second match: Shanghai University—Liu Hansheng!"

Although we won.

But at this moment, Liu Han was clutching his fractured left shoulder, his face as pale as paper, and he was sweating profusely from the pain.

He stood there, looking utterly pathetic, showing absolutely no joy of victory.

"This guy must be insane!!"

Looking at Xia Chen lying on the ground, Liu Han's eyes flashed with deep apprehension.

He originally thought the other side was going to lose and there was no way to turn the tide, but he didn't expect Xia Chen to have such a trick up his sleeve.

He underestimated his opponent.

That blow not only nearly killed him, but also crippled one of his hands. In the next match, his fighting ability will be reduced by at least half!

""

The preparation area of ​​the university in Shanghai was deathly silent.

The captain sighed helplessly, "Liu Han was careless after all. He actually tried to cast Blizzard at the last minute. Did he think the other side wouldn't retaliate?"

Write down the reactions of the other members of the freshman representative team from the Shanghai university.

They all felt that Liu Han had indeed underestimated his opponent, and they greatly admired Xia Chen's actions.

"This Xia Chen, as expected of someone from the War Academy, has a very strong combat awareness. We are indeed inferior to him in this respect."

"Captain, the competition has only just begun. How can we let the other team get away with this?"

The Academy of War, the Preparatory Seats.

"Well done!!" Zhao Kuo couldn't help but stand up. "Xia Chen is awesome! He lost with honor. Look at that kid on the other side, his face has turned green."

Lin Yuan didn't say anything. He immediately went up to the arena and personally helped the unconscious Xia Chen up.

He took out a bottle of high-level recovery potion from his storage space and made Xia Chen drink it.

The staff in Chen Xiaoman's hand glowed with a soft white light.

Holy light heals!

The warm light enveloped Xia Chen, restoring his strength and healing his frostbite.

Afterwards, Lin Yuan said to his teammates, "He did his best, and he did a great job."

"Who's next?"

In response to Lin Yuan's question, the tall and voluptuous Ouyang Xue slowly stood up.

She tossed her neat high ponytail, reached out to straighten her black combat uniform, which perfectly accentuated her graceful curves.

"I'll go." Ouyang Xue's voice was completely calm. "That ice mage's left shoulder is broken. For a mage, a deformed casting motion means a slower casting speed and a decrease in accuracy."

Zhao Kuo, who was standing to the side, originally wanted to go up and have some fun, but when he saw Ouyang Xue step forward, he immediately said, "Since Sister Xue is going to take action, then I won't embarrass myself by doing so."

Lin Yuan nodded: "Okay, then you go ahead."

"A swift and decisive victory is crucial; don't give him a chance to breathe."

On the arena.

Liu Han clutched his shattered left shoulder, his face as pale as paper, cold sweat dripping from his chin onto the ring. He could only temporarily relieve the pain in his left shoulder with ice.

Below the stage, the team leader from the Shanghai University frowned, as if trying to signal him to concede defeat.

But as Liu Han looked at the woman walking towards him, a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.

"No... I can't lose yet!"

"This is our home turf, I need to at least bait out a few of her key skills! That way I can create an opportunity for the next person to go on stage!"