"Hmm, where is she?" Wang Ming mumbled as the cracked ice wall began to dissipate. Yet, to his surprise, Bai Lingxi was nowhere to be seen behind it.
Suddenly, his instincts screamed of impending danger. He glanced around the battlefield, searching for her, but she was nowhere in sight.
All at once, a massive shadow covered the entire stage. Wang Ming's head snapped upward, and his pupils constricted in shock as he saw a gigantic, meteor-like ice ball descending rapidly toward the stage.
"Fuck," Wang Ming cursed, sweat dripping down his forehead.
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Bai Lingxi, who initially wore a smug smile, felt her expression falter when she saw the stance Wang Ming assumed. Her face paled in fright.
"Damn, that bastard—is he really going to use that technique?" Bai Lingxi muttered, her eyes catching the golden light enveloping Wang Ming's sword.
