"Little brat, you're seeking death."
Fu Yunxiao angrily shouted, his hand formation moving rapidly, and a black broadsword appeared out of thin air, the chill of its Sword Intent sweeping across the area.
"It's so cold! It feels like my blood is about to freeze."
"Not just the blood, it feels like even the soul is freezing."
Those close by with low Cultivation couldn't help but shiver, looking at Fu Yunxiao with a hint of fear in their eyes.
"The match hasn't started yet, you mustn't strike."
A female guard on the arena announced.
Although Fu Yunxiao was much stronger than her, as the host of the arena, she was emboldened by the Fate Power of Lanzhou bestowed upon her by Long Yufei, so she showed no fear.
Fu Yunxiao snorted coldly, he didn't speak, but he also refrained from launching an actual attack.
The female guard waved her hand, producing a Token, the Fate Power pouring into it, activating the Mimic Space.
The audience could see everything about the two contestants within the Mimic Space through the arena.
The crimson space was filled with magma and volcanoes everywhere, the searing heat distorting the space sowhat, and even through the spatial barrier, one could feel that scorching energy.
This fiery environnt didn't affect Chu Chen much, but it suppressed Fu Yunxiao's strength.
"Damn it!"
Fu Yunxiao felt the cold True Qi within his body becoming sowhat sluggish, cursing under his breath, his face darkening.
"Wow! Good stuff!"
Chu Chen cheered and rushed to the edge of the magma, throwing a Jade Bottle into the air, its opening directed towards the magma.
"Collect!"
A pair of chubby hands swiftly moved through hand formations, a childish voice shouting loudly, and suddenly, the Jade Bottle erupted with a strong suction, frantically devouring the magma.
"What is that little baby doing? Collecting magma?"
The crowd outside the arena witnessed this scene, all looking puzzled.
Running to the Mimic Space to collect magma?
This action was unheard of.
Sure enough, the thoughts of a small child, adults could never truly understand.
"Hmph!"
Fu Yunxiao, seeing himself being ignored once again, flashed a glint of annoyance in his eyes, wishing he could imdiately chop that infuriating brat with his sword, but he ultimately restrained himself.
The intense flas suppressed his strength, making fighting here unfavorable for him.
Although the brat was infuriating, his thods were endless, so it would be wise not to act rashly.
Glancing once more at Chu Chen, who was still rrily collecting magma, he turned and vanished into thin air, deciding to find a place to hide and wait for a more favorable environnt to strike at the brat.
"Fu Yunxiao actually left?"
"It's quite normal though, the world of flas is disadvantageous for him, naturally he waits for a favorable environnt to make a move."
"Too bad that little baby lacks fighting experience, not knowing to strike while his opponent's strength is suppressed, if it cos to a cold environnt, defeating Fu Yunxiao would be much harder."
The crowd was sowhat surprised by Fu Yunxiao's strategic retreat, yet they were not astonished, rely watching the baby still focused on collecting the magma, sowhat speechless.
"Little brother, collect more, then roasting Seventh Rank Demon Beasts won't be so difficult later on."
Among the over a hundred thousand onlookers, only Chu Xin knew what her brother was thinking, leaping around joyfully.
"Roasting Seventh Rank Demon Beasts?"
Upon hearing this, the crowd was stunned, then a realization dawned on them.
So, the little baby wanted to use the magma from the Mimic Space to roast Seventh Rank Demon Beasts?
Such a crazy idea, indeed, only these two little ones would dare to conceive it.
"Forgot to tell him,"
Long Yufei shook her head, half laughing and half crying, worried about how the little one would react once he found out.
The Mimic Space seed real, but it was not the real world after all. The lava collected within the Mimic Space could be used there, but if taken out, it would automatically disappear.
It wasn't that Long Yufei intentionally didn't tell Chu Chen; she simply hadn't thought that Chu Chen would even consider collecting the lava in the Mimic Space.
This was simply outrageous.
Although she wanted to remind Chu Chen, the Mimic Space was different from the previous ordinary Arena Space; sounds could not be transmitted to each other.
From the outside, one could only see everything inside the Mimic Space but couldn't hear any sounds.
And within the Mimic Space, one could neither see nor hear anything from outside.
Chu Chen was unaware of the special properties of the Mimic Space and continued to collect lava cheerfully.
The lava here was different from regular lava; it was even hotter.
"Great, great, it hasn't decreased at all— I can collect so much."
Chu Chen also discovered that no matter how much he collected, the amount of lava here did not decrease at all, which made him even more excited.
A day passed, the lava hadn't lessened, and the Jade Bottle wasn't full.
Woof woof!
But the next day, the environnt suddenly changed.
The previously scorching world of flas instantly turned into a boundless desert.
Chu Chen, holding a Jade Bottle in one hand, looked at the suddenly changed environnt, completely baffled.
"Where's the fire? Where's my fire?"
He looked around, muttering to himself, clearly still wanting to collect so more lava.
"Eh? This sand also contains special energy?"
Suddenly, Chu Chen's eyes lit up and he laughed aloud, "This isn't bad either—it should taste great in clay pot at. Let's take so."
With that said, he took out another Jade Bottle, aid at the vast desert, and started to collect the sand with his chubby little hands forming the Hand Formation.
"Eh! He's collecting lava for roasting at, but what's he collecting this sand for?"
The crowd outside the Arena Space was completely stunned and full of confusion.
Chu Xin, tilting her head, pondered for a mont, then clapped her little hands and cheered, "My brother surely wants to use it for clay pot at. Daddy made it before, and it was delicious."
As she spoke, a trail of sparkling saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, and with a flick of her tongue, she quickly sucked it back in.
"Clay pot at? What's that?"
The crowd looked utterly baffled.
Although they didn't know what it was, it sounded like sothing edible.
Truly, two little foodies.
The crowd was both amused and speechless, exchanging looks in silence.
In the Mimic Space, another day passed and the boundless desert suddenly transford into a cold, bleak world.
It was filled with Earth Evil Yin Spring, and white mist floated on the springs, sending continuous chilly assaults towards Chu Chen's body.
However, he ignored these cold auras and, switching to another Jade Bottle, his eyes glead as he started collecting the Earth Evil Yin Spring.
This Earth Evil Yin Spring was much more than he had collected before, not only suitable for chilling Beast Milk but also for combining with the sand he collected earlier to make clay pot at—a good thing naturally rited collection.
"Earth Evil Yin Spring? With so much Earth Evil Yin Spring, it's perfect for Fu Yunxiao."
"Exactly, the Yin Demon Sword Saint was rumored to cultivate with Earth Evil Yin Spring, and since Fu Yunxiao is a disciple of the Yin Demon Sword Saint, he must do the sa."
"Such a treasure land, Fu Yunxiao is likely to make a move now."
The crowd whispered among themselves, becoming expectant.
"Look, Fu Yunxiao made a move."
Suddenly soone exclaid. The crowd looked again, only to see a chilling Sword Light streaking through the Mimic Space from behind the little tot.
But the little tot seed completely unprepared, still cheerfully collecting the Earth Evil Yin Spring.
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