What Should I Do?

Bang!

There was a dull bang. The big screen paused when Lou Cheng's fist collided with Mo Zicong's. Ripples seemed to break out from the point of impact, causing some of the audience to forget the worry they felt when Sun Jian was kicked out of the ring. They stared intently at the clash of fists and forgot to cheer for their own team.

This confrontation happened only for an instant, but Mo Zicong felt as if it lasted for an entire century. While holding his guard up against the effects of the tremor, he felt cold currents seeping into his body along with his opponent's power instead. It instantly froze his arms and spread all over his body, making him feel like he was staying overnight in a world of ice and snow, tens of Celsius beneath the freezing point, naked.

He couldn't help but tremble uncontrollably. His lips immediately turned blue from the cold as one thought came to dominate his mind.

<m i>"好冷!""好冷!"