Chapter 242

That cold air automatically collapsed the moment it approached Luo Tian's body.

"Uh... is this your strongest move?" Luo Tian looked up at Xue Linglong.

Xue Linglong was also stunned.

Although she knew she was no match for her opponent,

she hadn't expected her move to be completely ineffective against him.

This was the first time in her life she had encountered such a situation.

Especially after being asked that by Luo Tian, she felt a great sense of humiliation.

In an instant, a feeling of grievance welled up in her heart; her eyes turned red, and tears swirled in her eye sockets.

"Hmm? Why are you crying?" Luo Tian asked, looking completely puzzled.

And at this moment...

"Help..."

The voice of that young man came from beside them.

Luo Tian turned his head to look and was immediately startled.

He saw that the young man was standing not far from his side.

However, he did not have Luo Tian's strength, and under Xue Linglong's Ice Seal Three Thousand Miles attack, most of his body had been frozen.

Furthermore, his face was turning purple, and his lips were trembling.

It was as if he were about to stop breathing at any moment.

"Oh no!"

Luo Tian was shocked when he saw this.

If this guy froze to death, wouldn't that mean he would be sixth?

The prize for sixth place was not what he wanted!

Thinking of this, Luo Tian immediately took out his token, crushed it, and didn't forget to shout: "Ah! What powerful cold air, I concede."

Bang!

The token shattered, and a beam of light enveloped Luo Tian.

The next instant, he was teleported out of the battlefield.

"Hmm?"

This sudden turn of events left Xue Linglong stunned.

What was going on?

She had just been in despair, and yet the opponent conceded directly?

"Could it be that he saw me crying, so his heart softened and he chose to concede?"

Xue Linglong thought to herself.

"But, the champion of this Heavenly Frost Martial Tournament was within his grasp; how could he possibly give it up?"

"If it were previous years, perhaps it could be understood! But this year's champion's reward is the 'Tyrant Heaven Body Refining Art'; how could he be willing to part with such a top-tier body refining technique?"

"Moreover, my cold air clearly didn't hurt him in the slightest, yet he deliberately said 'what powerful cold air' before conceding! This was clearly to save my face."

"I originally thought he was a bloodthirsty and cruel person, but it turns out he is someone so gentle at heart?"

"Master also said that men in this world are all selfish and self-interested; I originally thought so too, but Luo Tian, he..."

Thinking of this, a blush could not help but rise to Xue Linglong's face.

However, a moment later, she shook her head and said: "No, I cannot think this way! Perhaps he was just worried about offending our Qixue Palace? Yes, it must be that!"

Although she knew in her heart that this possibility was unlikely, Xue Linglong still forced herself to think so.

Because she must not lose her heart to a man!

On the other side, on the viewing platform.

After witnessing the scene just now, everyone was also dumbfounded.

What was going on?

Everyone clearly thought that the championship belonged to Luo Tian.

Yet he conceded?

What was going on in this guy's head?

But regardless, Luo Tian had already withdrawn.

Everyone had no choice but to focus their attention back on the battlefield.

However, the atmosphere on the battlefield at this moment was bizarre.

The young man who was accidentally injured by the cold air was soon eliminated.

Now, only five people remained on the battlefield, each with a light screen specifically displaying them.

Among them, Xue Linglong stood in the valley, her hands constantly clutching her collar, seemingly struggling with some psychological conflict.

Lin Zhaoran buried himself in the dirt, leaving only his two nostrils exposed to play dead.

In the far east of the battlefield, Han Wenzhou kept running, wanting to find someone to duel, but he found nothing.

"Hmm? What is going on with this Heavenly Frost Martial Tournament? Since I entered, how come I haven't seen a single person?" Han Wenzhou thought continuously while running.

In another direction, Bai Tianyu was also full of confusion.

"So strange, where did everyone go?" he muttered to himself.

As for the last light screen, it was a young man lying in a bush, hands pressed together, praying silently.

"Stay hidden! Stay hidden! I'll hide for as long as I can; I must squeeze into the top one hundred no matter what!"