"General Huo, your hand?"
Shen Shizong noticed that Huo Huo's arm was covered in a layer of white frost. Beneath his soft armor, his skin was purple and blue—it was frostbite.
Huo Huo started doing warm-up exercises on the spot, his hot breaths condensing into white mist. As he moved his body, he cursed, "These Barbarians are a bit unnatural. Just now, the moment my blade touched theirs, it froze in the blink of an eye. I don't know what damned Miracle Technique they're using; I've never heard of anything like it. Seems these Barbarians have learned some new tricks in the last twenty years."
As Huo Huo swaggered through a set of calisthenics, the chill in his body gradually dissipated, and his frozen arm recovered its healthy, rosy color at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Zheng Xiu walked up to Yue Linglong, his expression full of doubt.
Amidst the chaos, a small, quiet space seemed to clear out around the two of them.
