Chapter 913: Chapter 913

Lin Chen's gaze was icy cold as he stared at the girls on the court. Black markings appeared on their bodies, and as the marks emerged, their abilities surged rapidly.

There was no need to ask—it was certain that these players had used some kind of enhancement pills.

Though these pills could temporarily increase a player's power, the damage they inflicted on the body was immense.

The cultivation levels of these girls might be permanently frozen, never advancing again.

As the game began, the Shujian women's basketball team launched a ferocious counterattack—some might even call it a bloodthirsty slaughter.

Li Moyu dribbled forward to break through, but Wang Hong suddenly slammed into her. At the moment of contact, Wang Hong's hand pushed against her.

On the surface, it appeared to be nothing more than a foul. But in reality, that shove was incredibly insidious—Wang Hong had used a Frost Palm technique. Even a Martial Artist struck by this would suffer frost poisoning, losing their ability to fight.

Li Moyu staggered and fell to the ground.

At that moment, a cold smile curved at the corner of Qiu Yun's lips. The Zhonghai women's basketball team had just lost a key player.

But to her surprise, Li Moyu got back up as if nothing had happened.

The referee's whistle echoed, immediately calling a foul on Wang Hong.

Wang Hong stared at Li Moyu, who was now standing upright, her face turning green with disbelief.

Among the five players, Li Moyu was the weakest. Based on Wang Hong's calculation, her Frost Palm should have left Li Moyu bedridden for at least six months.

But shockingly, not only was Li Moyu unharmed, but she even stuck her tongue out playfully at Wang Hong.

"How is this possible?!" On the coaching bench, Qiu Yun's expression drastically changed, her eyes filled with doubt.

The game resumed. Despite Shujian's persistent foul-heavy tactics, the Zhonghai players kept getting back on their feet and returning to the game.

With their foul strategy ineffective, Shujian's momentum faltered, and the score quickly soared in Zhonghai's favor.

Zhonghai's women's basketball team now led by sixteen points, 47 to 31.

Panicking at the failing strategy, Qiu Yun urgently called for a timeout.

"What's going on?" Qiu Yun asked coldly, her gaze frighteningly sharp.

"Madam, it feels as if the Qi in my body has been frozen—I can't circulate my Cultivation Technique at all," Guan Ling said grimly.

"What? Show me your hand." Qiu Yun's face darkened.

Sure enough, the Qi within Guan Ling's body felt as if it were frozen solid. This was the Ice Confinement Formation.

Qiu Yun's expression grew even more severe, and her gaze suddenly locked onto Bai Xue in the stands.

"It must be her! It must be that wench!" Qiu Yun's face twisted into a sinister snarl.

In the spectator seats, Bai Xue watched the scene unfold, her eyes reflecting a shock she couldn't conceal.

She had already discerned that Lin Chen had deployed the Ice Confinement Formation. However, this formation seemed entirely different from the one she knew.

"Could it be that this guy is using another formation alongside the Ice Confinement Formation?"

"This is absolutely reckless."

Bai Xue's face was a canvas of astonishment.

Suddenly, a thought struck her: the Ice Confinement Formation she had taught Lin Chen was an incomplete version, lasting only thirty seconds of freezing time. Yet the Shujian team had seemingly been under its influence for the entire first half.

Impossible. Absolutely impossible. As this realization occurred to Bai Xue, her expression oscillated between disbelief and ecstatic joy.

The formation Lin Chen had deployed wasn't incomplete—it was the full version of the Ice Confinement Formation!

Qiu Yun's eyes gleamed coldly as she pulled out a pill and handed it to Guan Ling: "Take this."

Though her movements were discreet, Lin Chen observed everything clearly.

Seeing Qiu Yun make Guan Ling take the pill, Lin Chen's anger surged uncontrollably.

Lin Chen strode over to the Shujian bench. "Qiu Yun, your heart is far too ruthless! She's already taken enhancement drugs, pushing her body to the limit, and you're still making her take more. You'll kill her at this rate!"

"She's my disciple. The affairs of the Shushan Sect are none of your concern," Qiu Yun replied coldly.

Glancing down at the pill in her hand, Guan Ling's eyes flickered with resolve before she suddenly swallowed it.

"Don't!" Lin Chen tried to stop her, but it was already too late.

"Damn it!" Lin Chen glared coldly at Qiu Yun, his fury burning so intensely he wanted to tear the old woman apart.

After consuming the pill, Guan Ling's face turned bright red, the black markings on her body becoming even more prominent as her powers soared straight to the Divine Vein Realm.

Shaking his head in resignation, Lin Chen turned back to his bench.

"Focus on defense in the second half. Be extremely cautious of Guan Ling," Lin Chen said, taking a deep breath.

With the opponent now fielding a Divine Vein Realm powerhouse, even with the three formations bolstering them, stopping her would be exceedingly difficult.

The game resumed, and as expected, the dynamics on the court shifted drastically.

Every possession by the Shujian team now went directly to Guan Ling.

Receiving the ball, Guan Ling dashed toward Zhonghai's half of the court with blistering speed.

An Xiaodi raised her hands carefully to defend, but Guan Ling abruptly changed pace, splitting past with a dazzling move, leaving An Xiaodi far behind.

She was too fast. An Xiaodi didn't even have time to mount a defensive response.

The crowd erupted in astonishment, their eyes unable to keep pace with the blur that was Guan Ling as she broke through Zhonghai's defense and charged toward the basket.

With a powerful leap, she dunked the ball with overwhelming force, slamming it through the hoop.

A Divine Vein Realm player had the ability to commune with the elements. By using the flow of Qi, they could move as if windborne, entirely unaffected by air resistance. Her speed was simply unparalleled.

While An Xiaodi was no slouch in terms of skills, she was rendered utterly helpless against such speed.

Momentum had fully shifted in the second half. Guan Ling was like a sharp blade repeatedly piercing Zhonghai's core.

Yet Zhonghai's team could do nothing to stop her. Guan Ling weaved through their formation like a phantom, scoring again and again. The scoreboard quickly closed, reaching 60 to 59.

With another effortless layup, Guan Ling secured the final basket of the second quarter. Zhonghai now trailed, 60 to 61.

Looking at the scoreboard, a satisfied, cold smile crept across Qiu Yun's face.

She eagerly anticipated the end of the match—when Lin Chen would kneel before her, humiliated. She wanted to ruin Lin Chen's reputation and showcase Shushan's dominance to everyone.

But as Guan Ling walked off the court, her expression was somber. "Why didn't you strike?"

Guan Ling's face shifted slightly. "Madam, this is a basketball game, not a battlefield. I can't bring myself to harm them."

Qiu Yun's face turned livid with rage, but after a moment's pause, she nodded. "Fine. Let him taste despair bit by bit. Sometimes slicing the flesh one cut at a time is far more satisfying than a quick kill."