He did not want to run to Qi Xia and asked him to hit and abuse him.
'Come on and hit me! Please hit me! I beg you; please hit me!'
Those please played out in the young magi's mind hundreds of times.
Finally, Qi Xia moved!
He moved!
A charmingly evil smile blossomed on the corner of his lips as Qi Xia slowly raised his head to look at his nervous opponent.
"Are you afraid?" A dull voice echoed from Qi Xia.
The young magi nodded stiffly.
Qi Xia quirked his lips and spoke with a charming voice. "Yes, I like to fight with those who are afraid."
Before he completed his sentence, a Blizzard spell immediately covered the entire arena. In the blink of an eye, the nervous and fearful young had turned into a block of crystal clear ice while he stood upright.
The audience who waited for a good show turned speechless.
Shen Yanxiao also had no words.
Third Young Master Qi Xia yawned and looked at the transfixed referee.
