Left hand, a dragon.
For this punch, Evan Lin didn't even use a trace of qi or power.
His fist cut through the air, straightforward and direct, meeting the incoming ice-and-snow tornado head-on.
At this moment, the tornado looked more like a massive column of solid ice.
The enormous, towering ice reached Evan Lin in the blink of an eye.
"Are you really planning to die just to prove a point?"
Blake Lin raised an eyebrow. Seeing Evan Lin not using any qi at all, just punching straight at the ice-and-snow tornado, he'd already sentenced Evan Lin to death in his heart.
"What a useless guy. I actually thought you might have something special."
"Guess I was wrong about you."
"Let me watch you sink forever under the tornado of the Winter Gate, see you shattered completely in this world."
Blake Lin waved a single hand, and in an instant, boiling qi surged out from him, wrapping the entire Ju family ancestral hall.
He had no intention of saving Lin Yi standing there, but he had to make preparations in advance, confining the destructive power of the ice-and-snow tornado within the ancestral hall.
Otherwise, once the tornado crushed Lin Yi over there, the next moment it might wreak havoc on everything around.
"Be careful."
Selina Wu felt the warmth from the tiny fire dragon at her fingertip, her face pale as she bit her lip, watching Evan Lin face the ice-and-snow tornado head-on.
Her heart was full of anxiety, yet she had an unspoken confidence in the seemingly small boy standing there.
Allen Ju clenched his fists, silent, quietly watching.
Martin Wu and the other juniors stared fixedly at the scene.
In everyone's eyes, Lin Yi's fist finally collided with the gigantic ice-and-snow tornado.
The tornado, over twenty meters tall, erupted with a fierce surge of qi the moment it touched Lin Yi's left fist.