Chapter 320: This Fucking Is the Unbridgeable Chasm!

In the arena.

Fang Wen froze.

The high-rank aura emanating from that four-element body was enough to make him feel suffocated.

Moreover,

the contract beast beside Lin Mo.

The pressure radiating from it…

Was also a high-rank aura!

Fang Wen's face changed.

Cold sweat broke out.

But to retreat now, to surrender?

From now on, in the entire Youth Association, in the entire Dragon Nation's young mage circle, he would never hold his head up again.

He, Fang Wen.

Could not afford to lose face.

Fang Wen clenched his fists.

A blazing flame surged up from his body.

"Lin Mo."

"I didn't expect you to be this strong."

Fang Wen stared directly into Lin Mo's eyes.

"A four-element body, and a contract beast that masters a high-rank skill."

"But."

Fang Wen paused.

"Strong elemental control doesn't mean strong combat ability."

As Fang Wen spoke, the flames around him burned fiercer.

"Every inch of my sinew and bone has been forged on the edge of life and death through real combat."

"You want me to sincerely call you chairman?"

"Then prove with your strength whether you… are worthy."

Lin Mo looked at Fang Wen.

A faint smile curled his lips.

This man, though arrogant,

possessed a stubbornness and integrity worth respecting.

"Fine."

Lin Mo spoke calmly.

…

On the main seat,

Yan Lie addressed the microphone:

"Enough talking. Let the battle begin."

His words ended.

Fang Wen's gaze instantly sharpened.

There was not a trace of fear in his eyes.

Even though Lin Mo had just revealed a terrifying four-element body and a contract beast mastering a high-rank skill.

Even if Lin Mo now revealed a terrifying four-element body and a contracted beast wielding a high-tier skill.

Blazing flames instantly engulfed Fang Wen's entire body.

Fang Wen stepped forward.

CRASH!

The ground beneath his feet shattered instantly.

The combat style of a melee mage always has one core principle:

That is, get close!

As long as you close the distance,

the mage's advantages vanish completely.

The mage's advantages would all vanish.

he was fast.

Da Bai was faster.

Under Da Bai's ice-blue eyes,

it lifted its front paw and lightly stamped the ground.

It lifted its front paw and lightly stamped on the ground.

Cold air spread across the ground at speeds invisible to the eye.

In an instant, the cold air reached Fang Wen's feet.

Fang Wen's pupils shrank sharply.

But it was too late.

Extreme frost surged upward along his legs.

In less than a fraction of a second,

Fang Wen was completely frozen solid.

At the same time,

Lin Mo raised his right hand.

The temperature of the open ground plummeted rapidly.

Water droplets condensed in the air, then turned to ice crystals.

Ice crystals multiplied.

They coalesced in midair into countless razor-sharp ice swords.

Dense and countless.

The entire open ground was packed with ice swords.

Blade tips pointed downward, glinting with cold light.

Like ten thousand arrows suspended overhead, ready to fall at any moment.

Simultaneously,

behind Lin Mo,

a spectral figure of a Thunder God slowly emerged.

His face was indistinct.

But the divine aura radiating from him made every person present feel their soul trembling.

Lightning gathered in the spectral figure's hands.

A Thunder God's spear gradually took shape.

A spear of Thunder God gradually took shape.

Throughout the entire arena,

everyone stood up.

No one spoke.

Their eyes were locked on Lin Mo in the arena.

On the countless ice swords covering the entire ground.

On the Thunder God specter holding the lightning spear.

On the young man whose expression remained calm.

Lu Chen turned his head to Chen Feng beside him.

Lu Chen turned his head and looked at Chen Feng beside him.

"Do you think we still need to go up?"

Chen Feng fell silent for two seconds.

"Go up? Fuck no."

"Go up and make a fool of ourselves?"

"Can't you see? Lin Mo's clearly holding back."

Lu Chen swallowed hard.

"Yeah… right."

…

BOOM—!!!

Fang Wen's entire body erupted with terrifying high-temperature flames!

Fang Wen's entire body suddenly erupted in terrifying high-temperature flames!

The flame's color instantly shifted from ordinary crimson to blazing gold-red!

High-tier fire skill!

Flame Dragon Break!

This was Fang Wen's strongest close-range burst skill.

Compressing all fire elements in his body to their absolute limit, then detonating.

The instantaneous high temperature could melt any ice seal!

Now he was forced to use it just to break free…

Fang Wen shattered the ice and burst out.

His vision cleared once more.

But.

Before him stretched an endless sea of glimmering ice swords.

Lin Mo showed no hesitation.

He swung his right hand forward.

Shiiiiiiii—!!!!

Thousands of ice swords rained down like a storm!

"Fuck!"

Fang Wen's face changed.

The residual power of Flame Dragon Break still lingered; he concentrated all his flames into his fists and swung wildly.

Crimson flame fists shattered the incoming ice swords.

Meanwhile,

He also dodged nimbly.

Years of battlefield experience had honed Fang Wen's reaction speed and combat instinct to an astonishing degree.

Amid the storm of ice swords,

He managed to dodge for three full seconds through instinct and muscle memory alone.

But.

There were simply too many ice swords.

Puch!

One ice sword pierced Fang Wen's right thigh with perfect accuracy.

Fang Wen grunted.

Extreme cold erupted from the wound instantly.

He clearly felt his speed drop.

But Fang Wen didn't stop—he gritted his teeth and kept dodging.

Puch!

Another ice sword struck his left thigh.

His speed slowed again.

Both legs felt like they were filled with lead; every step became unbearably heavy.

Puch! Puch! Puch!

Three more ice swords followed in quick succession.

They struck Fang Wen's abdomen, left shoulder, and right arm.

Three layers of "Slow" debuff stacked—ice once again completely encased Fang Wen.

This time, the ice was thicker than before.

Fang Wen had no choice.

The high-tier fire skill capable of breaking high-tier ice seals—Flame Dragon Break—was now on cooldown.

…

Lin Mo looked at Fang Wen trapped in the ice and spoke calmly.

"Xiao Lei."

"Watch your limits."

In the skill bar,

"Lightning Strike" scoffed.

【"Hmph."】

【"What a nuisance."】

Lin Mo said nothing more.

He raised his right hand and swept it forward lightly.

The Thunder God Spear shot forth!

The air inside the barrier was instantly ionized.

The deafening thunderclap made everyone's eardrums ache.

Wild thunder elements surged like a tidal wave.

Boom—!!!!

The Thunder God Spear halted three inches from Fang Wen's face.

The terrifying shockwave shattered every inch of ice encasing Fang Wen!

Ice shards sprayed everywhere!

Then,

Boom—!!!!!

A thunderous, earth-shattering roar.

The residual force of the Thunder God Spear slammed into the ground behind Fang Wen.

The ground exploded instantly.

A radial, semi-elliptical crater appeared before everyone's eyes.

Rocks flew in all directions.

Dust filled the air.

Fang Wen regained his vision.

And there, right before his eyes, mere inches away, stood the Thunder God Spear.

He had no doubt whatsoever.

If the Thunder God Spear hadn't stopped, he would have been impaled on the spot.

"Gulps."

Fang Wen swallowed hard.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead.

Lin Mo stood where he was.

The four-element phantoms and the storm of ice swords vanished instantly.

He looked at Fang Wen before him.

"Director Fang, do you yield?"

Fang Wen stared at Lin Mo.

Opened his mouth.

"Yield…"

"I yield."

As those three words left his lips,

Fang Wen exhaled deeply.

Then his legs gave out, and he knelt on one knee on the cracked ground.

The gap…

This fucking thing—this was an unbridgeable chasm.