The chilled air had eroded the pale golden radiances on Meng Qi's body, causing the coldness to intensify bit by bit. It brought back his childhood memories about winters when he had to put on clothes that made him look bloated and hard to move around agilely. He had the same feeling at the moment as all his movements were slowed down. However, in a battle between two gurus, winning or losing could happen in a split second. Before Meng Qi could find a way to get rid of the coldness and reduced agility, the punch attack from Wu Jizhen was already approaching. Meng Qi had therefore decided to retreat as it seemed to be the only choice.
Meng Qi stepped backward speedily before the attack came near. Without anyone noticing, Wu Jizhen had left his ship and stepped on the bluish-black frozen ocean, leaving behind the trails of footstep on the sea ice. The attack was drawing near without any delay. In an instant, the distance between them had become shorter.
