A Better Word

Zhou Yuanning the Road to the Arena unconsciously changed his posture. Holding his mobile tight, he was no longer in the mood for surfing the forum.

He pursed his lips and murmured to himself after a few seconds of pondering. "24 Blizzard Strikes from the Ice Sect... It seems he has mastered it..."

Seizing the short moment when the two were not engaging each other, he quickly wrote one line in the live broadcast post.

"Little Punch's opponent has inherited some great skills. They are deadlocked!"

When he finished typing, Lou Cheng was ready for another charge.

"Holy crap! Doesn't he need to catch his breath?" Road to the Arena blurted out.

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Dashed back by the bear bump, Lou Cheng took his time to stabilize his weight. In his Dantian the nebula expanded and then shrank, spinning slowly to separate fire from ice and sweep away the weariness from the last series of strikes.