In an instant, the air seemed to freeze under Zhou Chechen’s palm. A biting cold wind blasted towards Zhang Yu, rapidly draining the heat from his body.

Witnessing this, Lei Jun thought to himself, “Good provocation.”

Lei Jun, however, didn’t verbalize his analysis for everyone to hear; he kept his thoughts to himself, simply because he didn’t want to alert Zhou Chechen.

He mused, “If Zhou Chechen were allowed to act freely, his frost aura field would be too difficult to counter. He could simply keep moving and slowly wear down his opponent.”

“But Zhang Yu’s words have forced Zhou Chechen to attack him head-on.”

“The ten-move challenge has also put Zhou Chechen in a tough spot. As the vice-president of the student council, how could he agree to such a high number as ten moves in front of so many people? He’s bound to suggest a lower number.”

“This transforms what would have been a war of attrition, Zhou Chechen’s specialty, into an all-out attack within three moves.”

“I can’t believe Zhang Yu has such extensive combat experience.”

“The only question now is… can Zhang Yu truly withstand three moves from Zhou Chechen?”

Meanwhile.

A terrifying surge of cold energy, like a long dragon, slammed into Zhang Yu.

Zhou Chechen calmly stated, “First move. To let you get acquainted with my Frigid Sky Frost Aura Field.”

As he spoke, Zhou Chechen took slow, deliberate steps towards Zhang Yu.

With each step, the spiritual energy fluctuations around him grew more astonishing. Rushing cold air spread in all directions, gradually forming layers of frost on the ground, ceiling, and walls.

Even from a distance, first-year students like Zhao Tianxing felt themselves shivering from the cold, exhaling white mist as they repeatedly retreated, their faces filled with shock as they looked towards Zhou Chechen.

“Second move.”

Zhou Chechen lightly squeezed his hand towards Zhang Yu, and the pervasive cold air, as if commanded by an emperor, transformed into a giant frosty hand that surged to crush Zhang Yu.

Amidst faint crackling sounds, a layer of frost seemed to form all over Zhang Yu’s body, and his skin visibly lost its color at a rapid pace.

Zhou Chechen calmly said, “Zhang Yu, I know you’re resilient and good at taking hits.”

“But after my Frigid Sky Frost Aura Field rapidly lowers your temperature, your blood vessels will gradually freeze, your body will become increasingly deprived of oxygen, and every cell will be damaged…”

Concurrently, the spiritual energy circulation within Zhang Yu roared into action. The Great Sun spiritual energy, like surging magma, constantly coursed through his entire body, radiating scorching heat.

The Crimson Marrow Primordial Qi also began to circulate, causing Zhang Yu’s muscles to continuously emit waves of intense heat.

The subcutaneous Gang Qi, formed by the Formless Cloud Gang, combined with the Indestructible Seal technique, continuously resisted the pervasive frozen energy, repelling it all from his body.

However, Zhang Yu could feel that Zhou Chechen’s current attack wasn’t just the Frigid Sky Frost Aura Field he spoke of; it also contained the power of the Frost Prison Art, subtly affecting his mind.

At that moment, he felt as if he could hear the dying laments of countless spirits in his ears. Waves of intense resentment were assailing his sea of consciousness, unsettling his Dao heart.

Although the Heavenly Martial Heart Refining Art was in operation, the Heavenly Martial Will continuously crushed and suppressed these resentments.

Yet, Zhang Yu felt his Heavenly Martial Will was like a soldier endlessly killing, killing, and killing again on a battlefield. After repeated slaughter, it gradually grew fatigued, entangled by those resentments like fine threads.

As his mental cultivation method faltered, Zhang Yu felt his martial arts and spiritual energy being obstructed.

“No, the Heavenly Martial Heart Refining Art isn’t quite suited for dealing with this Frost Prison Art…”

Recognizing this, Zhang Yu, as if by divine inspiration, switched his cultivation method to the Crippled Ox Self-Sacrifice Art.

This was an almost instinctive reaction for him, having cultivated both techniques to the tenth level.

Once he switched his cultivation method, he felt the incoming deathly resentments coil around the crippled ox in his mind, yet they failed to cause any disturbance to the art.

The crippled ox seemed to have long been accustomed to crawling along paths littered with corpses, and his mind felt only profound tranquility.

Meanwhile, Zhou Chechen coldly observed Zhang Yu, who was now covered in frost and motionless. He slowly approached him and calmly stated, “Junior, it’s over.”

“By now, your entire body should be frozen stiff.”

“But don’t worry, this minor frostbite won’t require a visit to the infirmary. It will just prevent you from properly cultivating and studying for the next day or two.”

“Consider it a small punishment for disrespecting your senior.”

Just as he was about to poke Zhang Yu and push him down, he felt a wave of heat wash over him.

The frost on Zhang Yu’s body continuously disappeared. Aside from some minor skin damage, he appeared perfectly fine and energetic, showing no signs of distress.

Zhang Yu said, “Senior, there’s still one more move.”

Zhou Chechen’s eyes narrowed slightly. He looked intently at Zhang Yu and said, “Then let me give you one more lesson.”

With that, Zhou Chechen spread his fingers. The pervasive frozen energy gathered into his palm, and his entire spiritual energy was converted into a thread of freezing palm force, flowing into it.

“Kneel!”

Zhou Chechen unleashed a full-powered palm strike, slamming it down hard on Zhang Yu’s shoulder.

A fierce wind roared, and frost vibrated.

As a wave of energy burst from Zhou Chechen’s palm, it felt as if a blizzard had erupted in the training hall, causing a rapid drop in temperature.

Zhou Chechen and Zhang Yu stood face to face, their gazes seemingly clashing at that moment.

The senior’s immense strength from his third-year cultivation was fully unleashed by Zhou Chechen. The terrifying power, like a celestial pillar, sought to press Zhang Yu down inch by inch.

Simultaneously, the biting frost relentlessly enveloped Zhang Yu’s body, aiming to drain his qi and blood, and destroy the foundation of his strength.

Zhou Chechen intended to pin Zhang Yu to the ground and then freeze him into a kneeling position.

He wanted to humiliate his opponent on behalf of the seniors, establish the student council’s authority, and after “beating this dog,” see who its current master was…

To his surprise, however, a resistance far exceeding his expectations erupted from within Zhang Yu. Like a spring, Zhang Yu continuously bounced back with even stronger resistance as Zhou Chechen applied pressure.

The heat radiating from beneath Zhang Yu’s skin prevented the freezing energy from penetrating him in a short amount of time.

Fu Ji chuckled, “As expected, this guy’s instantaneous explosive power isn’t great. If he were to engage you in a spiritual energy battle, moving around the entire arena, a prolonged fight would be troublesome. But now that he’s come to you, it’s much simpler…”

Just then, Zhang Yu said, “Senior, three moves are up.”

“Now, you try taking one move from me.”

Zhou Chechen’s expression shifted. Seeing Zhang Yu’s outstretched hands, he immediately swung his own to block.

He had seen Zhang Yu’s close-quarters combat skills and was naturally wary, unwilling to suffer an unexpected defeat.

But the very next moment, he realized Zhang Yu’s hands weren’t exerting much force.

Then, with a *boom*, an impact exploded in Zhou Chechen’s abdomen.

In that instant, while repelling Zhou Chechen’s palm strike, Zhang Yu gathered all his strength and, seizing the moment Zhou Chechen was distracted, forcefully drove a knee into his stomach.

Witnessing this, Lei Jun slapped the table and exclaimed, “Unpredictable! What a cunning sneak attack!”

A terrifying force squeezed Zhou Chechen’s skin, muscles, and internal organs…

Zhou Chechen felt as if his stomach was being violently kneaded, deformed, and compressed by a large hand, on the verge of expelling everything inside him…

Zhou Chechen suddenly opened his mouth, then immediately clamped it shut.

“Senior, let me help you.”

As Zhang Yu gently pulled Zhou Chechen’s arm, Zhou Chechen’s balance was shifted and swayed. The urge to vomit, which he had just suppressed, finally became uncontrollable, and he retched onto the floor with a loud gasp.

Fu Ji chuckled, “I told you, these ridiculously rich people can eat ten meals a day. Instead of giving him a minor injury, it’s better to make him vomit in public!”

After just one retch, Zhou Chechen quickly suppressed the urge, threw off Zhang Yu’s hand, and glared at him, saying, “You…”

Zhang Yu retreated rapidly, “My apologies, senior. I wouldn’t have retaliated if I’d known one move would make you vomit.”

Lei Jun remarked from the side, “Did everyone see that clearly? Zhou Chechen wanted to make Zhang Yu kneel, severely humiliate his dignity, and shatter his Dao heart.”

“But Zhang Yu not only withstood the attack but also took advantage of Zhou Chechen’s distraction to make him vomit on the spot, utterly humiliating him.”

“Both sides were treading the line between compensating for medical expenses and psychologically humiliating the other.”

“A slight misstep could lead to financial loss or public embarrassment.”

Lei Jun’s voice boomed like thunder through the training hall, causing Zhou Chechen to frown deeply and his mental cultivation method to feel obstructed.

*Boom!* With another burst of pervasive frozen energy, the temperature throughout the training hall plummeted once more.

This was the true power of the Frigid Sky Frost Aura Field; its might grew increasingly potent as continuous deployment lowered the environmental temperature.

It could be said that Zhou Chechen, having only used three moves, was far from having unleashed his full combat potential.

But at that moment, a large hand gently rested on him.

“Student Zhou, the three-move agreement is over,” Lei Jun said with a slight smile. “If you continue, other students will get hurt.”

“You wouldn’t want to pay for so many people’s frostbite medical expenses, lose face, and lose money, would you?”

Zhou Chechen’s gaze hardened. He glanced at Lei Jun, then at the other students present whose faces were turning purple from the cold.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Chechen understood that today was the end of it.

Because anything he did next would only lead to further humiliation and possibly additional financial loss, he simply gave Zhang Yu a deep look, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Lan Ling followed behind Zhou Chechen, pointing at everyone present and saying, “Put away your phones! No photos allowed!”

He then quickly rushed behind Zhou Chechen, annoyed, and said, “Let’s just cancel all of Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s competitions and benefits…”

Zhao Tianxing jumped in surprise and quickly put away his phone. A moment later, he couldn’t resist taking it out again to look at the scene of Zhou Chechen vomiting.

He thought to himself, “He actually made Zhou Chechen look bad? Ah Yu is incredible!”

Zhao Tianxing could already imagine how the group chats would buzz: First-year Zhang Yu taking three moves from Student Council President Zhou Chechen, then striking back to make him vomit.

Just then, however, many group chats posted notifications, instructing students not to disclose anything about the confrontation between Zhang Yu and Zhou Chechen, and strictly prohibiting the online publication of any related videos or photos…

As the second-year students departed, numerous first-year students looked at Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen with shining eyes. This was the first time they had seen a first-year student capable of directly confronting a second-year prodigy.

Zhang Yu, however, paid no mind to the reactions of the other students. He pulled out his phone and immediately contacted Le Mulan, “Do you have the contact information for the head of your Ziyun Student Council?”

Le Mulan asked, puzzled, “What do you want to do?”

Zhang Yu recalled what Zhou Chechen had said to him outside the training hall.

Zhang Yu replied, “Tell your Ziyun contact that if they pay, Bai Zhenzhen and I can withdraw from the upcoming competition.”

“It’ll definitely be cheaper if they contact us directly instead of going through Songyang High.”