MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 59: WHEN ICE SHATTERS ICE
Chapter 59 — "WHEN ICE SHATTERS ICE"
The moment the battle signal rang, the temperature dropped.
Not suddenly.
Not violently.
It settled.
A creeping cold spread across Titan Shell Arena as frost crawled along the stone floor like living veins. The air itself seemed to slow, each breath exhaled by the combatants turning faintly white.
The audience felt it instantly.
"—WHAT IS THIS PRESSURE?!""The arena’s freezing!""That’s not normal ice—!"
At the center of Frostcloud Imperial Academy’s formation, Xuan Beiyun lifted both hands.
The world responded.
"Frost Domain: Silent White Expanse."
The ground cracked.
Ice surged upward in layered plates, forming uneven terrain, spiked ridges, and floating frost shards that hovered midair like suspended blades. Visibility dropped as a pale mist rolled across the battlefield, muting sound and distorting distance.
The announcer’s voice rose sharply.
"THE FROSTCLOUD CAPTAIN HAS DEPLOYED A FULL DOMAIN—THIS IS A HIGH-LEVEL MYSTIC CONTROL TECHNIQUE!"
Ling Yifan’s boots slid half a step as the terrain shifted beneath him.
"...Domain confirmed," he said calmly. "Everyone—tighten formation."
Azure Dragon moved instantly.
The Frost Domain tightened.
What had once been a wide field shrank into a suffocating cage of white. The temperature didn’t just drop—it pressed, seeping into armor seams, numbing fingers, slowing reactions by fractions of a second that mattered far too much.
Ling Yifan’s breath came out slow and measured.
"Don’t rush," he said sharply. "This is what he wants."
A spike of ice erupted from the ground beneath Han Duwei’s foot. He twisted midair, barely avoiding being skewered, but another shard clipped his shoulder and sent him rolling.
"Tch—!" Han grunted. "This ice is tracking!"
"That’s because it is," Wang Junxie replied quickly, eyes scanning the frost patterns. "The domain is responding to movement frequency."
"Meaning?" Chen demanded, smashing an incoming ice spear apart with raw force.
"Meaning the more aggressive we are," Wang said calmly, "the faster it adapts."
As if to prove his point, the mist thickened.
Shadows blurred.
Distances warped.
Jin Roulan blocked a freezing slash aimed at Bai Qianlan, her blades ringing sharply as frost crept up the metal.
"Bai!" Jin shouted. "My weapons are icing over!"
"I know!" Bai snapped back, illusions flaring—but even her constructs began to crack, frost crawling along their edges like spiderwebs.
Murong Yuer moved through the chaos with practiced precision, calling out short commands to her teammates.
"Left compression.""Pressure the rear.""Force them inward."
Frostcloud obeyed.
They didn’t charge. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
Ling Yifan felt it—the invisible hand pushing them closer together, limiting escape paths, turning coordination into suffocation.
Inside Long Hao’s chest, Longyu’s presence grew sharper.
"This domain is optimized for exhaustion," she warned."You are not the target.""Your teammates are."
Long Hao’s fingers twitched.
He took one step forward—
Pain flared faintly along his leg.
The poison.
Still gone—but not forgotten.
Longyu’s voice hardened.
"Do not force it."
"I won’t," Long Hao replied silently, jaw tight. "Not yet."
Chen slammed both fists into the ground, sending a shockwave outward that shattered ice in a small radius.
"Ling!" he roared. "This is bad!"
Ling Yifan saw it too.
Their rhythm was breaking.
Their breath was mist.
Their movements were slowing.
And at the center of it all—
Xuan Beiyun stood untouched, one hand raised, eyes cold and calculating, watching Azure Dragon strain against a cage he had built perfectly for them.
"...So this is Frostcloud," Ling Yifan muttered.
Then—
A different cold entered the field.
Not oppressive.
Not suffocating.
Clean.
Absolute.
Chen Wulian slammed his foot down, stabilizing the ground beneath their side with raw force. Bai Qianlan’s illusions flared, projecting false heat signatures and distorted silhouettes across the mist.
Ouyang Xue’er narrowed her eyes.
"This ice isn’t attacking," she said. "It’s restricting."
Xuan Beiyun’s voice echoed calmly through the fog.
"Correct."
Ice pillars rose suddenly—forcing Jin Roulan and Zhao Lanyue to split apart.
"Formation disruption!" Jin called out.
Ling Yifan reacted immediately.
"Han, Qin—left flank pressure. Wang—mark their support. Chen, with me."
They moved.
But the domain moved with them.
Every step Azure Dragon took was resisted. Frost latched onto boots, weapons, even breath itself.
Inside Long Hao’s chest, Longyu stirred sharply.
"WARNING.""Residual toxin traces detected.""Overexertion may re-trigger spread."
Long Hao’s jaw tightened.
"I know."
He restrained himself—holding shadow close, refusing to let it surge.
The Eclipse System pulsed uneasily.
Frostcloud pressed harder.
Ice lances rained down from above, forcing Azure Dragon to dodge rather than advance. Frostcloud’s rear units coordinated cleanly, firing compressed ice shots through the mist with brutal accuracy.
The audience leaned forward.
"Frostcloud’s control is insane!""Azure Dragon is being pushed back!"
Murong Yuer advanced with her team, her movements precise, controlled. She raised her hand—
"Glacial Sever."
A crescent of ice tore through Bai’s illusion field, shattering three projections at once.
Bai gritted her teeth.
"They’re reading through my layers!"
Ling Yifan spun his spear, deflecting a spike aimed at Jin.
"Then we change rhythm."
He planted the spear hard.
"Chen—break their front!"
Chen laughed.
"FINALLY."
He charged.
Ice erupted beneath his feet, trying to bind him—but Chen forced through, raw power cracking frost plates apart.
The audience gasped.
"He’s breaking domain ice by force?!""That’s insane!"
Xuan Beiyun’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"Interesting."
He raised his hand again.
The domain condensed.
Cold pressure spiked.
Long Hao felt it immediately—his veins tightening, breath turning sharp.
Longyu’s voice cut in again.
"DO NOT PUSH."
Long Hao clenched his fist.
"Not yet."
That was when Ouyang Xue’er stepped forward.
She had been quiet.
Still.
Watching.
Now, she exhaled slowly.
"...My turn."
She lifted her hand.
The air changed.
Not colder.
Clearer.
Her frost did not spread—it asserted.
"Divine Ice Authority: Absolute Stillness."
For a heartbeat—
Nothing happened.
Then—
The Frost Domain trembled.
Cracks raced through Xuan Beiyun’s ice like lightning through glass.
The audience froze.
"What—?!""THE DOMAIN—!"
Ouyang took one step forward.
Her ice overlaid Frostcloud’s domain—not fighting it, but overriding it.
Like a queen stepping onto a lesser throne.
The entire arena rang with a sharp, crystalline sound.
SHATTER.
Xuan Beiyun’s Frost Domain collapsed.
Ice vaporized into harmless mist.
Silence hit the arena.
Then—
"THE DOMAIN HAS BEEN BROKEN—!!"
The announcer nearly shouted himself hoarse.
"BY OUYANG XUE’ER—DIVINE-TIER ICE AUTHORITY!"
Frostcloud froze.
Literally.
And figuratively.
Xuan Beiyun staggered half a step, disbelief flashing across his face for the first time.
"...but how?," he whispered.
Ling Yifan did not hesitate.
"NOW."
He surged forward.
Jin Roulan followed, blades flashing.
Without the domain, Frostcloud’s formation crumbled.
Ling Yifan’s spear became a blur—precise, merciless, clean.
Jin moved with him perfectly, cutting off retreat paths, disarming opponents instead of overpowering them.
One by one—
Frostcloud fell.
The announcer’s voice rose with every impact.
"FROSTCLOUD’S FRONTLINE IS COLLAPSING!""LING YIFAN IS EVERYWHERE—!""JIN ROULAN WITH A PERFECT FOLLOW-UP!"
Murong Yuer tried to regroup.
She met Ling Yifan head-on.
Their clash was brief.
Sharp.
Clean.
Ling Yifan deflected her strike, twisted, and knocked her weapon aside.
She fell back, skidding across the stone.
Defeated.
The horn sounded.
The arena erupted.
"VICTORY—AZURE DRAGON ACADEMY!"
Cheers exploded like thunder.
Bai Qianlan didn’t hesitate.
She ran straight to Ling Yifan and hugged him tightly.
"You were amazing," she said, breathless.
Ling Yifan stiffened for half a second—
Then relaxed.
"...You too."
Long Hao exhaled slowly.
The system settled.
Longyu’s presence softened.
"...That was acceptable," she admitted.
Long Hao smiled faintly.
In the stands, Long Hao’s sister jumped up and down.
"DID YOU SEE THAT?!""THAT’S MY BROTHER’S TEAM!"
The audience kept roaring.
And on the battlefield—
Murong Yuer stood, looking at Azure Dragon.
Not with bitterness.
But respect.
The war for the championship had truly begun.
[Chapter ENDS]
