This time, the man didn’t choose to block.
He bent his knees.
His body dropped low.
The first barrage of icy shards flashed over his head, each one leaving deep frozen scars across the ruined walls behind him.
Then the main disc arrived.
He twisted his waist with every ounce of strength he could muster.
The spinning weapon narrowly missed his neck.
However...
Its edge still managed to graze his arm.
Slash!
A shallow cut appeared.
The icy disc continued flying past him before embedding itself into the remains of a massive stone pillar.
Boom!
Cracks spread throughout the pillar upon impact.
The injured man ignored it completely.
Instead his eyes immediately fell upon the tiny wound on his arm.
White frost had already begun spreading outward.
Not only across his skin but beneath it as well.
The ice-haired woman’s lips curved upward.
She knew better than anyone how terrifying her weapon truly was.
The wound itself was insignificant.
The frost wasn’t.
Once even the smallest cut was inflicted...
The freezing energy would continue spreading endlessly.
It invaded muscles.
Blood vessels.
Bones.
Eventually...
Even the victim’s internal organs.
By the time the target realized what was happening, it would already be too late.
The frost would slowly shut down every vital function until death inevitably arrived.
However, the result she was expecting didn’t happen, because the man suddenly did something that shocked every single one of them.
Without the slightest hesitation, he covered his own wounded arm with blazing flames.
The inferno engulfed his flesh.
The smell of burning skin instantly filled the battlefield.
His face twitched violently.
Veins bulged across his forehead as unimaginable pain assaulted him.
Yet he never cried out.
Moments later...
The flames disappeared.
The flesh around the wound was horribly charred.
Blackened skin had replaced the spreading frost.
The freezing energy had been burned away completely.
The ice-haired woman’s pupils contracted.
"You—!"
Rage exploded across her face.
That frost technique had claimed countless lives.
Yet this madman had simply burned away part of his own flesh to remove it.
He truly was insane.
The man ignored her furious scream.
Instead...
He thrust both hands forward.
The inferno surrounding him spiraled violently.
The raging flames compressed together before exploding outward as an enormous wave of fire surged directly toward the ice-haired woman.
Seeing the attack approaching...
She immediately reacted.
An enormous wall of ice erupted before her.
BOOM!
Fire collided with ice.
Steam exploded outward like a massive cloud, swallowing the battlefield and obscuring everyone’s vision.
"Press forward!"
The curse man barked.
Frustration filled his voice.
He lifted one hand.
Dark gray energy poured outward.
Another wave of decay spread across the battlefield before settling upon the already wounded man.
The curse instantly strengthened.
His injuries reopened even further.
Blood sprayed from several wounds.
"We can’t let him breathe!"
The injured man’s expression darkened.
Pain erupted throughout every inch of his body.
His breathing became even heavier.
"Damn it..."
He clenched his jaw so hard that blood trickled from the corner of his lips.
Seeing this...
The group relaxed slightly.
Finally.
Their relentless assault was working.
His strength was declining.
His injuries were worsening.
Victory seemed only moments away.
However, what none of them realized was that the prey they believed was cornered had been waiting for exactly this moment.
The injured man’s eyes suddenly flashed.
His lips slowly curled upward.
"Now."
"Activate."
The instant those words left his mouth...
The earth beneath everyone’s feet trembled.
Countless ancient runes hidden beneath the broken streets suddenly lit up.
Brilliant crimson lines spread beneath the ruins like an enormous spider web.
The entire city shook.
Rumble!

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