Douluo Continent: Now that everyone's been reborn, who's still going to be a simp?

A layer of rock as hard as steel quickly enveloped his entire body, like a majestic stone monument standing on the arena.

Upon seeing this, a sly glint flashed in Binglan's eyes.

With her control, the ice spikes crashed into Yan's rock defenses with greater density and speed.

Countless icicles struck the rocks, making a clanging sound.

The ice spikes were not simply deflected, but rather exploded upon impact, scattering shards of ice everywhere.

Even more strangely, the shattered ice spikes stuck to the rocks and, as if guided by magic, began to spread along the cracks in the rocks.

Under Binglan's control, the extreme cold from the shattered ice spread rapidly, freezing the rock that enveloped Yan completely, forming a huge ice sculpture.

The audience gasped in amazement at the sight.

The tiny ice sparrow possesses such domineering power of ice.

However, Yan did not panic.

If it were any other Soul Master, being encased in ice like this would require constantly channeling their Soul Power to resist the extreme cold.

But Yan doesn't need that.

After absorbing the Eight-Cornered Ice Grass and the Fiery Apricot, his physique has completely changed, making him immune to ice.

Although solid-form ice attacks are effective against him, no amount of cold can harm him.

Everyone stared silently at the ice sculpture on the arena, wondering how Yan would break the seal of ice.

Suddenly, Yan activated his third soul skill—Hellfire.

His entire body burst into flames instantly, with raging fire erupting from within him, like a beast awakening.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, the ice surrounding his body melted rapidly, and the cold air was quickly evaporated.

Upon seeing this, Binglan was taken aback.

She hadn't expected Yan's firepower to be so fierce, easily dissolving her ice seal.

Binglan was not discouraged by her defeat in this confrontation; on the contrary, her fighting spirit was even higher.

She knew that she needed to go all out to fight a strong opponent like Yan.

So she launched another attack without hesitation.

As her second spirit ring shone brightly, a pair of ice-blue wings suddenly sprouted from her back, gleaming with a cold light.

These wings can greatly increase her movement speed.

Almost at the same time, her fourth spirit ring also lit up.

These two skills are linked. With the assistance of the second soul skill, Frost Wings, the fourth soul skill, Frost Blade, is activated.

Binglan flew rapidly through the air, and streaks of icy blades, gleaming with cold light, shot out from her wings like ice-blue meteors, dense and sharp, making them impossible to defend against.

Faced with Bing Lan's fierce offensive, Yan did not choose to simply defend.

Offense is the best defense; he needs to counterattack.

In an instant, Yan's dark red hair and eyes suddenly turned into a bright, fiery red, as if they had been set ablaze by raging flames.

The fiery patterns on his body reappeared, shimmering with intense light.

Flames and sand surged from his body, merging and converging in the air to form patches of scorching magma.

The magma flew towards Binglan like scorching raindrops, colliding fiercely with the rapidly approaching icy blades in mid-air.

With a hissing sound, the high temperature of the magma quickly melted the ice blades, turning them into wisps of water vapor that dissipated into the air.

Both Huo Wu and Huo Wushuang were stunned by what they saw on the field.

As fellow fire-attribute soul masters, they never imagined that Yan's flame power would be so terrifying.

The audience was deeply impressed by the intense battle scene, and cheers rose and fell.

Although Binglan was surprised by Yan's powerful counterattack, she did not back down.

She adjusted her tactics, manipulating the Frostwings more flexibly to dodge the magma's attacks while searching for Yan's weaknesses.

Yan was equally relentless, manipulating the lava rain to relentlessly pursue Binglan, attempting to corner her.

For a moment, the entire arena seemed to be enveloped in a rain of scorching lava.

Binglan unleashed her Frost Wings, and after a long period of flight and combat, she also had to withstand the scorching magma, causing her soul power to be rapidly depleted.

Even now, she still hasn't been able to find any flaws in Yan's defenses.

This Flame Lord Soul Master is incredibly difficult to deal with. His flame power is beyond imagination, and he also has powerful earth attributes for defense.

After a long flight, Binglan gradually felt her soul power failing and her mental energy being depleted.

She realized she couldn't continue wasting her time like this and had to make a change.

Therefore, she decided to temporarily put away her Frost Wings to conserve her soul power.

However, Yan keenly noticed this subtle movement.

Yan launched an attack without hesitation, releasing a fiery sand cage. Flames and sand swept out, instantly enveloping Bing Lan.

In desperation, Binglan activated her third soul skill, Frost Shield.

This is a powerful defensive skill that allows you to completely protect your entire body with tough ice.

However, she soon discovered that the power of the raging sands was far more terrifying than she had imagined.

The extremely hot fiery sand cage is gradually being compressed under Yan's control.

The scorching sand cut through the icy shield like steel blades, making a hissing sound.

Binglan could clearly feel the shield gradually melting under the scorching heat of the fiery sand cage, and her heart pounded in her chest.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 51. Let's go to Tianshui Academy together.

51.

Within the fiery red sand cage, a faint glimmer of icy blue light could be seen.

The girls from Tianshui College held their breath, watching the situation on the field with bated breath.

They knew that the battle had reached its most critical moment.

Watching the scene on the arena, Shui Bing'er was also very nervous.

Despite the protection of the ice shield, she felt that Bing Lan's endurance might have reached its limit.

Binglan felt as if she were trapped in a giant furnace, surrounded by scorching flames and sharp sand.

At this moment, her forehead was covered in sweat, and her remaining soul power was being consumed rapidly.

However, she had no intention of giving up.

She gritted her teeth and did everything in her power to maintain the icy shield.

She knew that once the shield was broken, she would be powerless to fight back.

Yan also realized Binglan's stubborn resistance.

He frowned and increased the intensity of his control over the flaming sand cage.

He could already sense that he was just one step away from breaking through Binglan's defenses.

As the two sides remained locked in a stalemate, the audience's hearts were in their throats.

The atmosphere on the field was extremely tense, as if a taut string could snap at any moment.

Suddenly, Yan's actions surprised everyone.

He slowly closed the blazing sand cage, and the scorching flames and sharp sand gradually dissipated.

Her fiery red hair and golden-red eyes instantly turned back to dark red, and the flame patterns on her body also disappeared.

The audience was taken aback by this turn of events, whispering among themselves and speculating about what this sudden change meant.

When everyone's attention refocused on Binglan in the center of the arena, they were surprised to find that the icy shield that had surrounded her had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a puddle of steam beside her.

Binglan was panting heavily, her face as pale as paper.

Clearly, the fight had exhausted almost all of her physical and spiritual strength.

Upon seeing this, Shui Bing'er immediately rushed to the center of the arena and supported the swaying Bing Lan.

"Sister Lan, how are you?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Although Binglan was exhausted, her eyes still shone with an indomitable light.

She knew she had done her best, and even if she failed, she would have no regrets.

Shui Bing'er held Bing Lan's hand tightly, offering her support and strength.

"Sister Lan, we've done our best."

"Yes, we lost."