"Your speed is indeed at the Spirit Gathering realm," Fang Zhe said softly, his voice drifting calmly through the ice storm he had just conjured. "But your physical foundation remains that of a Qi Gatherer. In the face of absolute zero, speed is nothing but an illusion." Seeing Faiye momentarily frozen due to the iced-over meridians in her ankles, Fang Zhe did not waste a single precious fraction of a second. Wuuuush! At that exact moment, his body moved forward. He did not advance with the explosive, visible speed that Faiye had used, but with steps so graceful, light, and efficient—it looked as though he were walking on water. "Y-You..." Before Faiye could even force her Qi circulation to melt the ice binding her feet, Fang Zhe was already within arm's reach. Shuuut! The ice sword in Fang Zhe’s left hand moved in a beautifully subtle, curving arc. Instead of slashing flesh, the tip of his blade struck precisely at the gap between the hilt of Faiye’s right dagger and her froz

Hearing the barrage of insults hurled from the mouths of the Mo Triplets, Faiye clenched her fists tightly against the wet arena floor. Her body trembled—no longer from the lingering frost, but from the looming shadow of dread associated with the name Han Ling, which had long enchained her freedom. Within the upper faction, failure meant execution, and Han Ling’s treatment of his subordinates was nothing short of squeezing out every drop of their utility before discarding them like trash. However, before despair could once again seize Faiye's mind, the sound of calm, measured footsteps approached. Tap! Tap! Tap! Fang Zhe walked forward with an air of absolute dignity, passing the kneeling Faiye. He stood firmly at the absolute forefront, cutting off the entire pressure of the murderous aura radiated by the Mo Triplets. "Taking her head to Han Ling?" Fang Zhe muttered softly. His lazy eyes slowly narrowed, flashing with a chilling glint far more intense than the ice storm he had

From the left, Mo Ren’s burly frame surged forward like a rampaging bull. His colossal axe was raised high above his head, cloaked in a dense, thick layer of earthy-yellow Qi. The weight of the axe instantly multiplied, triggering an artificial gravitational pressure that made the air around Fang Zhe feel as heavy as lead. "Earth-Cleaving Technique: Mountain-Collapsing Slash!" WUUUUSH! KRAACK! KRAAAACK! Mo Ren swung his axe downward with sheer destructive power. The gale generated by the swing cracked the arena floor ahead before the blade could even touch the ground. Simultaneously, Mo Tian refused to grant Fang Zhe any room to evade. Moving from the right with equally impressive speed, his dragon-patterned greatsword flared blood-red from the ignition of his searing fire-elemental Qi. "Soul-Burning Fire Fang Sword!" WOOOOOSH! Mo Tian lunged forward, unleashing a wave of energy shaped like the gaping maw of a fire dragon, seemingly ready to swallow Fang Zhe’s body whole. A de

"Y-YOU... YOU BASTARD!" Mo Ren roared, driven purely by a mixture of fury and intense humiliation.However, before he could even raise his giant axe back up, Fang Zhe’s lazy eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light. The remaining static sparks beneath his feet vanished instantly, replaced by an explosion of pure ice Qi that froze the surrounding air within a three-meter radius.Swoosh!Still utilizing the raw speed of the Thousand Thunder Steps technique, Fang Zhe’s body shot forward like a phantom. His movement was so incredibly fast and abrupt that it left behind a blurry afterimage of his robes fluttering in the air. His target had been locked since the very beginning: Mo Ren, the most emotionally unstable of the three."My first task is to silence your barking," Fang Zhe whispered coldly, right as he materialized directly in front of Mo Ren’s broad chest.Mo Ren’s eyes widened in horror. The distance between them was far too close; the sheer size of his giant axe backfired on him,

Hearing the counter-provocation from the utterly calm Fang Zhe, the mocking laughter of the three Mo brothers came to an abrupt halt, replaced by a surge of fury that burned within their chests. "You're the one asking for an early grave, you wretched brat!" Mo Ren roared, his eyes wide and bloodshot. "DIE ALONG WITH THAT TOY DAGGER OF YOURS!" Mo Tian and Mo Di bellowed in unison. BOOOOOOOM!!! WUUUUUUUSH! With a single, synchronized jolt from the three Mo brothers, the Three-Element Destructive Palm hanging in the sky above the arena was finally unleashed. The massive, dozen-meter-wide energy construct plummeted with terrifying speed, compressing the atmosphere and triggering a rapid succession of sonic booms. "Th-this... the outcome is already obvious. We'd better just close our eyes!" "Exactly! At the very least, half of Fang Zhe's body will be obliterated!" "Damn... being too arrogant really brings no good!" The entire audience in the stands instinctively stood up. The wind