Qualifying for the Finals

Previously, Lu Yang's continuous forming of seals to attack was merely a deception to make Ling Han focus on him and create the best opportunity for his Frost Clouded Leopard to attack.

Indeed, he had succeeded.

"Han Lin, you are indeed very powerful. However... you are too arrogant!" Lu Yang smirked, then shot a punch directly at the pillar of ice.

With ice freezing Ling Han's movements, his defenses were naturally at rock-bottom. How could the former be able to block his full-power blow then?

Ka, ka, ka. But it was right at this moment that innumerable cracks actually appeared on the ice pillar, as if a spider web was unravelling.

Ling Han was about to escape.

'What!?'