Chapter 393: Restricted Flight Arena

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Beside them, Winnie and Kela burst into laughter, while Ah Xi tsk-tsked endlessly.

The leading disciple's mouth was left gaping, completely at a loss for words. He could only turn away in frustration and storm back to the front of the group, cursing himself bitterly. What the hell was wrong with him? Why had he even opened his mouth to talk to that bastard? He should’ve just skipped the chat and wiped the floor with them already!

Like Mangala, the Winter Holy Sanctuary refused Rose entry, choosing instead a martial arena in the city as the battleground, where tickets were sold to Reykja’s citizens for viewing rights.

The stands buzzed with noise, an endless murmur of voices. Before Old Wang’s team arrived, there had been quirky sideshows on display, giving the place the vibe of a festival. But the moment they entered, those performances were hastily cleared away, replaced by a chorus of so-called "refined" jeers and insults. From Wang Feng’s ancestors eighteen generations back to Wu Di’s future descendants, every insult imaginable rained down in full force—filthy, vile, and utterly unrestrained.

Winnie had been itching to jump out and show off, but Old Wang held her back. “Save your breath. Beat them down and walk away.”

Soon enough, a referee from the Winter Holy Sanctuary stepped onto the field—a mentor who introduced both teams. The cheers and boos from the stands split sharply along party lines, though that hardly needed mentioning.

Meanwhile, Old Wang and Winnie scanned the arena. At first glance, the venue looked normal, but anyone paying attention could spot something odd—it had a ceiling.

Why a ceiling? Obviously to stop Wang Feng from flying too high, leaving him vulnerable to attacks from below. With the roof set around ten meters up, even a martial artist could reach it with a single leap, effectively neutralizing half of Wang Feng’s so-called "invincible" tactics. This was one of the most-discussed countermeasures recently featured in *Holy Sanctuary Light*.

Old Wang and Winnie exchanged glances, barely suppressing their amusement. They both saw through Winter’s targeted strategy. It seemed they’d studied Rose’s moves and decided there was no better way to counter the ice bees’ bomb-laden swarm.

“The first match begins now,” announced the Winter mentor referee after finishing the introductions. “As challengers, Rose must send out the first fighter!”

As Old Wang led the team back to the sidelines, he didn’t hesitate to call his shot: “Winnie!”

Though they hadn’t discussed it beforehand, Old Wang had thoroughly researched Winter’s lineup. Their opponents were strong—sweeping three matches was uncertain, but this first one had to be won. Winnie was clearly the surest bet.

He had expected Winter to save their best players for later, but instead, they led with their star player.

A strikingly handsome silver-haired man in white robes stepped forward, setting off a roar of cheers from the stands: “Ice Prince! Ice Prince! Ice Prince!”

Mus Dake, the Seventh Prince of Londom, a natural-born Ice God Seed, hailed alongside Xue Zhiyu of Ice Spirit as one of the Twin Ice Warlocks.

He was the captain of the Winter Holy Sanctuary team—their undisputed ace, assumed by all to be saved for the final showdown. Yet here he stood, stepping out first.

Mus Dake stood calmly in the arena, smiling at Winnie Lee. His silver hair swept slightly back, his fair skin smoother than any maiden’s, his refined face oozing charm that drove countless women wild.

“Ahh! The dashing Prince Mus, that smile is intoxicating!”

“Prince Mus, we love you! We’ll always support you!”

The stands erupted with screams from adoring fans—clearly, he was the kingdom’s darling, the idol of every girl. The entire arena was alive with frenzy.

“Miss Winnie,” Prince Mus began with a faint smile, “with your pedigree and power, why associate with such people? Londom has long-standing ties with the Lee family. If you would—”

“Spare me the spiel. Fight me!” Winnie snapped, her brow twitching as a small fireball flickered to life on her fingertip.

She hated pretty boys who put on airs. His face was caked with enough powder to frost a cake—how could anyone find that attractive? Tossing the fireball lightly in her palm, she spat out a single word that silenced the raucous crowd:

“You pansy!”

P-pansy…?

The entire arena went dead quiet. Every mouth hung open in shock.

“Is... is that woman blind?” After a long pause, a shrill denial came from the stands. “Did she just call our world’s most handsome Prince Mus a... a what?”

“She’s a psycho! That vile woman must be insane!”

“Ahhh! I’ll skin that hag alive! Rip her filthy mouth off! She’s insulting the purest thing in this world!” “Oh my heavens, that flat-chested tomboy shouldn’t even call herself a woman! I swear, no real lady would stoop to saying such shameless things about Prince Mus!”

The women in the stands were nearly going mad—how could anyone dare to call the world's most handsome Prince Mus Dake a sissy? How blind must they be? They were ready to curse her with the most venomous words imaginable.

If this had been the old Winnie, that last remark would have been enough to send her into a rage, leveling the arena. But under Old Wang's influence, she had improved significantly, deeply understanding that "the enemy's anger is your greatest victory." With a lazy roll of her eyes, she gave a defiant chest bump toward the stands.

Truth be told, eating all those papayas lately seemed to have some effect—with a little push and lift, there was now some actual cleavage, which pleased Winnie greatly.

Mus Dake's face had darkened as well. Having grown up surrounded by praise, this was the first time he'd ever been insulted—and so crudely at that.

His expression turned grim. "Winnie Lee, I extended goodwill, but you chose the hard way over the easy one. Today—"

"Told you you're a sissy," Winnie chuckled, wiggling her fingers as the red flame at her fingertips turned blue. "And yet you keep running your mouth."

Blue Flame... no, that wasn't the point. What mattered was what that little bitch had said!

Mus Dake's expression froze for a split second before the crowd lost it after a brief silence: "Dear Prince Mus Dake, we beg you to put that man-hater in the ground!"

"Ugh! I can't stand looking at that hag's face for another second!"

Mus Dake finally realized—Holy Sanctuary's Light was right. Never try to out-talk someone from Rose. These no-class hacks were all masters of verbal abuse!

Taking a deep breath, he raised his hands, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes. The opponent was way too cocky—as a Spirit Beastmaster, she hadn't even summoned her Spirit Beast first. Well, now she wouldn't get the chance.

Though he had prepared a special tool to counter Spirit Beasts, specifically targeting Winnie Lee, if he could win more easily, why not?

Shoosh!

A wave of freezing air exploded outward, and at the same time, without warning, a deadly ice spear shot up from beneath Winnie's feet.

The ice spike came fast, but Winnie dodged faster. With just a slight flicker of her figure, a flash of blue flame, she blinked out of existence—though not before tossing the compact blue fireball from her fingertips straight at Mus.

Winnie's Blue Flame was no secret by now. Mus wouldn't have accepted the duel without some tricks up his sleeve. The speeding blue fireball was far quicker than an ordinary one, streaking toward Mus Dake like an arrow. Yet, in the next instant, an ice shield materialized perfectly in its path.

This was no ordinary ice spell—the translucent shield throbbed with glowing white veins, as if infused with white energy, elevating its defense to another level.

Boom!

The Blue Flame's power was terrifying, punching straight through the reinforced ice shield in an instant. But its momentum was clearly spent—the shrunken fireball guttered out after flying a few more meters.

Blocked!

Mus Dake steadied himself.

Winnie Lee had evolved her Blue Flame before reaching ghost level, making waves and earning fame recently. A Blue Flame that transcended tiers was every Tiger Peak ice wizard's nightmare—except his.

His top-shelf ice god bloodline allowed him to just scrape into that league. The reason he hadn't joined the recent trip to Dragon City was because he had been at a make-or-break ascension phase. Of course, his breakthrough wasn't flawless—he couldn't control this advanced ability as effortlessly as Winnie. But for defense, it was more than enough. And the earlier block proved that mystic ice could withstand Blue Flame. As for offense...

That tiny blue fireball had just been a feint. The real threat was Winnie herself. Born into an assassin family, Mus Dake knew she was also an assassin—a three-way cross of Beastmaster, wizard, and assassin. Only the heavens knew how troublesome this girl could be in actual combat. But since he had willingly chosen to face Winnie, Mus Dake had his own confidence.

A faint smirk curled his lips. Even before blocking the Blue Flame, his fingers had already been flicking through hand seals. With a series of soft pops, a line of ice spikes erupted in a curved arc, like a glissando across piano keys.

An ordinary wizard wouldn't have been able to keep up with Winnie's assassin-like speed—let alone react, they might not even see her clearly. But Mus Dake's eyes gleamed sharply—he was a dual practitioner of wizardry and martial arts!

Ice Spike Thrust was a common ice spell, but firing over a dozen in an instant, each perfectly aimed to intercept a lightning-fast figure? That level of explosive power, judgment, and control was undeniably top-tier among ice wizards. If he hadn't been preoccupied during the last Dragon City expedition, he was certain the Top Ten rankings might have shifted.

Amid the relentless barrage of icy spikes, the crimson figure that had initially charged forward was now forced into a series of backward flips.

The ice spikes came in hot pursuit. Tap—Winnie's left foot tapped off a freshly erupted spike, launching her high into the air as her palms sparked together mid-flight.

Whoosh...

A massive blue fireball instantly formed in her hands.

For a Spirit Beastmaster, this kid was surprisingly agile and fast. The crowd had been gaping in shock at first, but now they burst into laughter at the sight of this enormous fireball.

Bigger doesn’t mean stronger with fireballs!

A truly powerful spell isn’t just about raw power—you’ve got to hit your target, which means speed comes first. Big fireballs like that are meant for wide-area attacks where you blast everyone at once. You’d need at least a dozen to make a difference. What, you thought one would do the trick?

Mus Dake’s eyes narrowed slightly, but before he could react, Winnie already flung the fireball forward with a grin: “Bon appétit!”

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…

The blue fireball was definitely faster than a red one, but with its sheer size, it was nowhere near fast enough to hit anyone—at least in Mus Dake’s eyes.

But this was Winnie Lee—she had a rep. Mus wasn’t about to underestimate her. This thing might blow up mid-air for an area attack, big deal. All he needed to do was keep his distance until then.

He flipped his hands and dashed forward. His hybrid martial-sorcery training made him just as quick as Winnie within this frost-bitten arena. In a blink, he’d leaped over ten meters away, easily dodging the fireball’s path while forming a frost seal in his palm.

Londom was the purest ice sorcery kingdom. Unlike modern ice sorcerers who used chants to channel their spells, they preferred ancient hand seals. Sure, chants were easier to learn, while hand seals were far more complex. But when mastered, hand seals allowed faster casting than any chant.

Mus Dake’s spellcasting was lightning-fast. The moment his seal took shape, a terrifying wave of freezing air erupted outward, covering nearly half the battlefield and completely trapping Winnie’s possible landing spots. Its spread was unimaginably swift. Except for a slightly smaller range, the bone-chilling cold and blistering speed almost rivaled even Princess Snow Cang’s from back in Dragon City.

This was a wide-scale frost attack—he aimed to sap Winnie’s speed with extreme cold!

But just then, the blue fireball—already clearly off-target—exploded midair.

Boom!

Mus smirked. Just as I thought. Nothing more than—

Before the thought finished, his eyes snapped wide open. The explosion didn’t scatter sparks—it unleashed a blinding burst… wait, no!

It was needles. Tens of thousands of blue fire needles, firing indiscriminately in every direction!