In an instant, it seemed as if the air itself would freeze under Zhou Chechen's palm strike, the fierce cold wind roaring towards Zhang Yu, swiftly stripping the heat from his flesh and blood.
Lei Jun, watching from the sidelines, thought to himself, "What a provocation."
At this moment, Lei Jun refrained from analyzing aloud for everyone and instead pondered silently, simply because he did not want to alert Zhou Chechen.
He thought to himself, "If Zhou Chechen is allowed to act freely, his Frozen Air Field is incredibly difficult to deal with. As long as he keeps moving, he can slowly defeat his opponent."
"Zhang Yu's words, however, have forced Zhou Chechen to attack him head-on."
"The ten-move agreement has put Zhou Chechen on a pedestal. As the vice president of the student council, there's no way he could agree to such a high number in front of so many people; he will definitely suggest a lower number."
