All of this was within Lan Xuanyu's calculations, setting up the battlefield, using strong control to prevent the opponent from unleashing their speed and burst. And then, was everything that simple?
After only a brief thirty seconds, the fog of ice gradually dispersed. Revealing three figures.
Dong Qianqiu and Lan Mengqin stood side by side, and in front of them, hunched over with his waist, was Yuan Rui, who had been frozen into a lump of ice.
Dong Qianqiu held an ice spear, pointing it at Yuan Rui's chest. Yuan Rui looked down, his face still filled with unwillingness.
"The battle is decided. The first-year students' challenge across grades is successful," the referee instantly appeared next to Yuan Rui, a palm strike shattering the layer of ice on his body. But even with the protection of Battle Armor, his body continued to tremble.
Lan Mengqin, holding Dong Qianqiu's hand, lifted her chin a bit proudly, and then walked towards the stage below.