"So noisy."
Seraphina jumped down, her cloak rustling in the cold wind. A few seconds later, she landed lightly, looking up at this behemoth.
To it, the original Seraphina was indeed an insignificant ant. Just from the size of the body, this exaggerated contrast seed that Seraphina would be crushed into pieces in the next second.
The furious Blazing Ice Viper gathered an incredibly large etheric vortex in its mouth, the red cold stream that could freeze even the air, accompanied by the diffused water vapor it summoned, forming thousands of huge ice crystals in the air, blocking the sky. The creature roared, and the extrely cold surge that almost ford a storm, mixed with nearly endless ice edges, poured down towards Seraphina!
The girl standing in the snow, under this red frost storm and the ice edges pouring down like a heavy rain, was as small as dust.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The terrifying explosions like cluster bombs dropping one after another echoed on the snowfield, the shock waves and accumulated snow burying everything. The red cold stream froze these scattered fragnts again, turning them into even finer bullets, continuously bombarding Seraphina under the push of the cold stream.
And Seraphina at this mont?
She was... wandering in this hair-raising destruction.
The mont she beca Ansel's head pact, Seraphina already knew the power she had accepted, the duty she should fulfill.
Apart from the head of power, the other ring she got from Ansel's heart, on the "battle" level, was not considered strong.
That was the ring symbolizing the head of wind.
The "wind" here is not as simple as the wind in the four elents, not just the blowing air.
But the breath of the world, the pulse of the world, the... flow of the world.
The head of wind, in charge of Hydral's perception of all external transcendental elents, insight into the whole world, can capture countless secrets, see through illusions, and reach the truth. When facing countless complex and huge transcendental elents, the power given by the head of wind will allow the pact head to analyze the things in front of her to the most primitive base point.
— But!
Seraphina, won't need this.
The power of the pact head is not so foolishly rigid, forcing a predetermined, limited strength; it adjusts according to the actual situation of the person who becos the pact head, making the most suitable and perfect adjustnts. The power of the head of strength was already incredibly compatible with Seraphina, so it rely transford her body into an absolutely perfect state, while the head of wind...
This position of this pact head, which had been responsible for gathering intelligence, probing secrets, and drifting unpredictably across the continent in previous generations of Hydral, took on a completely different flavor when placed upon Seraphina. It greatly enhanced her perceptual abilities, allowing her to discern any vulnerabilities and flaws in battle without any thought, or even needing to sweep her gaze over her opponent. That terrifyingly extre perception would dismantle the opponent's entire existence, from the inside out, leaving nothing but a bare essence.
In simple gaming terms, each of Seraphina's attacks would have a 100% critical hit rate and a 100% chance to inflict a weakening effect. A single punch would deal at least three to five tis the damage; at most, it might kill the opponent outright.
But the power of the pact head could not be limited to this. The enhancent of Seraphina's perceptual abilities was just a small part of this power that could sense the breath of the world's flow. It focused on enhancing her astonishing intuition and successfully helped her achieve a substantial tamorphosis. If Seraphina's intuition before was to give a warning when danger occurred, now, to so extent… she could briefly foresee the future!
It is no exaggeration to say that at this mont, when Miss Wolf empties her mind and abandons thought, it is her strongest state. Under the triple combination of the near-future vision, unparalleled perceptual abilities, and a physical strength indistinguishable from a monster, though facing the continuous bombardnt of thousands of ice spikes, Seraphina felt as easy as strolling through a garden. She could even leisurely pluck a small piece of ice and tuck it into her pocket as a souvenir.
Seraphina's inheritance of the power of the head of wind brought Ansel both bad news and good news. The bad news was that the greatest function of the head of wind, gathering intelligence, probing secrets, and analyzing the extraordinary, was completely lacking in Seraphina. The good news was that Ansel now had an almost all-around invincible fighter, whose potential in combat was terrifyingly unimaginable.
As for Seraphina herself?
"So, it's just a newborn after all. How clumsy." Seraphina casually dodged the massive ice crystals raining down like a downpour, kicked and shattered the ice crystal on the side, and then dodged countless ice spikes with a flicker of her body. She looked up at the red cold stream that was about to engulf her.
"Rough enough, you are just a bear in the forest, relying on brute force alone." The beast, in the form of the wolf, sneered at the terrifying stream that froze everything:
"You couldn't kill with this thing just now, and now it's too late." The cold storm that froze even the air into layers of fine ice crystals blew directly onto Seraphina's face.
The girl's body was instantly covered in ice, and the extre cold, like the red frost mist Seraphina had touched earlier, tried to invade her skin, flesh, and bones. Seraphina's skin did indeed turn corpse-like pale in an instant, devoid of any color, as if her blood vessels had frozen.
But the next mont, the frost began to mysteriously recede, and the blood gradually resud flowing within Seraphina's body. The surging, fiery power defied the weak cold and death. Then, not only did the frost recede, but Seraphina, standing in the midst of the frost storm, withstood the Blazing Ice Viper's icy breath. Her skin gradually regained its color, and she appeared... completely unaffected!
The wolf-like beast slowly clenched its fist and grinned as it took a step towards the Blazing Ice Viper:
"Didn't your mother ever tell you the most basic survival rule for beasts?" She took a step forward, bent her waist, and the arm with the clenched fist gradually swung back. Her tall and supple waist was like a fully drawn longbow. Staring intently at the Blazing Ice Viper's belly, Seraphina admonished the newborn monster:
"It's called... survival of the fittest, my little friend." Any attack that could not kill Seraphina in a short ti would cause less and less damage to her, until she beca... completely immune!
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