Right now, I'm with Anlan.

Muwitor, this tall and robust Bruneian athlete, exuded an air of self-important arrogance.

When his gaze fell on the thin, unarmed An Lan, a smug smile instantly spread across his face.

His smile was full of undisguised contempt, as if in his eyes, this duel was already a one-sided crushing defeat with no suspense whatsoever.

He tilted his head slightly and snorted softly, as if declaring to those around him his absolute control over victory.

However, the situation suddenly changed the next second.

With a deep and intimidating roar, the tall and ferocious-looking Big Black appeared unexpectedly beside An Lan.

Big Black's massive body was like a moving mountain, its muscles taut, every tendon seemingly containing boundless power.

Its fur danced wildly in the cold wind, and its eerie green eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, making it look like a beast from hell.

Muwitor's smile froze on his face, his pupils contracted sharply, and fear overwhelmed him like a surging tide.

His legs began to tremble uncontrollably, his lips started to quiver, and the color drained from his face, turning it as pale as paper.

"superior!"

An Lan's clear and firm voice suddenly rang out, like a sharp arrow piercing the silence.

As if hearing the bugle call to charge, Big Black suddenly exerted force with all four limbs and pounced towards Muwitor like a black cannonball.

It was extremely fast, creating a whooshing sound, and the snow on the ground was shaken and scattered by the impact.

Muwitor was terrified and turned to run away. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest.

At this moment, the intense will to survive caused his adrenaline to surge, giving him a brief but astonishing burst of power.

He staggered but ran with all his might, and with his agile movements and improvisation of his surroundings, he narrowly escaped Big Black's deadly pursuit several times.

In his panic, Muwitor lost his way and wandered towards Anlan's location.

A barely perceptible glint of cold light flashed in An Lan's eyes. She quickly bent down and picked up a hard ice ball.

Just as Muwitor was about to get close to her, Anlan suddenly straightened up, raised her arm high, and then threw the puck out with great speed.

The puck traced a sharp arc through the air, whistling through the wind, and struck Muvitol precisely.

With a muffled thud, Muwitor was struck by the sudden blow and staggered forward, almost falling to the ground.

But Big Black, who had been relentlessly pursuing him, would not let this golden opportunity slip by. With a powerful push of its hind legs, it drew a graceful arc in the air and knocked Muwitor to the ground.

The large black claws landed firmly on Muvitor's neck, the sharp nails digging slightly into his skin. With just a little force, it could end his life instantly.

Muwitor stared wide-eyed in horror, his breathing rapid and heavy, each gasp sounding like a gasp.

He dared not move an inch, fearing that any slight movement would provoke the ferocious beast before him and plunge him into an abyss of no return.

His throat felt like it was choked by something, and he could only let out intermittent, fearful whimpers. At that moment, he was like a lamb to the slaughter, completely at the mercy of others.

"Don't eat me, I surrender, I surrender."

On Ling Yue's side of the battlefield, the situation was extremely tense, and the intensity of the battle made everyone watching the fight clench their fists.

His opponent, Alev from the White Bear Kingdom, was like a towering iceberg, exuding a chilling aura.

Ariev was tall and strong, with broad shoulders that seemed capable of supporting the entire sky. His well-developed muscles were like steel, which made him appear even more stern and powerful against the backdrop of the snow and ice.

This icy, snowy landscape was like his own backyard to him; he could move freely without any hindrance, each step firm and powerful, the snowflakes he kicked up seeming to cheer him on.

In contrast, Ling Yue, though not as muscular as Alief, possessed a resolute and courageous gaze that was in no way inferior to his opponent's.

From the moment the battle began, Ling Yue knew he was facing a tough fight. He dared not slack off in the slightest and could only rely on his agile movements and keen observation to skillfully maneuver against Alief.

He moved nimbly and gracefully across the snow, like a nimble snow leopard, always maintaining a perfect distance from Arief, dodging his fierce attacks while searching for an opening.

However, Aleph clearly wouldn't give Ling Yue much breathing room.

He roared, his voice booming like a bell, shaking the snow on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, like a long-starved polar bear, he strode forward and closed in on Ling Yue, his swift momentum seemingly about to devour Ling Yue instantly.

The two instantly engaged in fierce close combat, their fists whistling and their legs flashing, each attack carrying immense force, and the air thick with tension.

In the midst of their fierce back-and-forth exchanges, the situation suddenly changed.

As the two passed each other, their weapons flew out of their hands in a fierce collision and landed in the snow not far away.

But the battle did not stop there; instead, it intensified, and the two engaged in hand-to-hand combat without hesitation.

"Awesome! Again!"

Their fists rained down on each other, each punch carrying intense heat, striking the other's body with a dull thud.

With his strong physique and astonishing strength, Alev's every strike was powerful and forceful, forcing Ling Yue to retreat repeatedly.

Ling Yue, with his agile skills and tenacious will, skillfully evaded Alief's attacks while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

This brutal, hand-to-hand combat left viewers in the live stream on the edge of their seats, prompting them to flood the chat with worried comments.

"Ling Yue, you must hold on!"

"Arefi is too fierce, Ling Yue, be careful!"

"Oh dear, the people of the White Bear Kingdom are not afraid of the cold at all, this place has no effect on them."

"Go, Ling Yue! Who cares who he is? Let's beat him to a pulp!"

The comments on the screen rolled like a tide, and everyone's hearts were clenched tightly. They stared at the screen without blinking, afraid of missing any exciting moment.

As the battle continued, both sides became exhausted and their strength gradually gave out.

But their eyes still burned with fierce fighting spirit, showing no sign of backing down.

Finally, after a violent collision, the two slipped and fell to the ground.

However, Ling Yue did not lose his composure due to this sudden turn of events. He reacted quickly and, before Alief could regain his footing, rushed forward and, with lightning speed, used the cross-shaped lock to firmly restrain Alief.

Aleif was clearly unwilling to be subdued like this. He used his last bit of strength to struggle desperately, trying to break free from Ling Yue's restraints.

His face was bulging with veins and his muscles were taut; every struggle was filled with despair and resentment.

Despite being strangled to the point of barely being able to breathe, he gritted his teeth and refused to surrender, letting out muffled roars as if declaring to Ling Yue his unwavering determination to never yield.

Ling Yue dared not relax for a moment. He used all his strength to hold Aliefu tightly, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the cold snow.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and the whole world seemed to consist only of their heavy breathing and rapid heartbeats.

Finally, under Ling Yue's continued suppression, Aleph's struggles grew weaker and weaker, his eyes gradually lost focus, and he was eventually strangled unconscious.

As Alief's body slowly went limp, Ling Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly released his hands.

He lay on the snow, panting heavily, staring at the gray sky above. His muscles ached all over, as if they were covered in cement, and he couldn't move at all.

"China is invincible!"