Chen Baiyan hurriedly commanded, "Ice Mirror Shield."
A mirror-like ice shield stood in front of the White Lion.
The water sphere collided with the ice mirror shield, causing it to tremble slightly.
Chen Baiyan felt a tiny bit of pride; my Ice Mirror Shield is a bronze-level skill.
Just as he was feeling smug, he was immediately proven wrong.
Another water sphere came, breaking through the bronze-level Ice Mirror Shield.
Li Cunxu said, "Xiaoruan, Plan A."
The so-called Plan A wasn't a brilliant tactic—it was just a strategy for Xiaoruan to hold back, not use full strength, because using full strength wouldn't achieve the training effect.
Why not just directly shout to hold back?
Directly shouting to hold back would make the opponent feel insulted, leading to a fierce attack, and in the confusion, inexperienced Xiaoruan might exert full force, defeating the opponent.
"White Lion, Ice Spike."
Cone-shaped ice spikes flew towards Xiaoruan.
