Chapter 158: Chapter 97: Reunion with an “Old Friend,” The “Eternal” Proficiency Level_2 Chapter 158: Chapter 97: Reunion with an “Old Friend,” The “Eternal” Proficiency Level_2 In just a few breaths, the Ice Crystals he summoned were no match for the countless Wind Blades pouring down like rain.
Ronan’s Despair Domain was almost suppressed to a re few yards in front of him, while the Wind Blades seed to increase ever more.
A sharp light flashed in Ronan’s eyes; rather than retreating, he surged forward, darting ahead with his body and tracing a perfect arc in mid-air with the black Demon Nightmare Longsword in his hand.
Utilizing Master Level [Basic Swordsmanship], under the enhancent of Fla of Break Magic, swathes of Wind Blades disintegrated under his sword.
He forcefully cleaved a path through the deep blue Wind Blade “Tide,” and appeared behind the Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King.
“Absolute Frost Seal!”
Ronan held his sword with both hands, and a deep blue cold stream flowed out from beneath his sword like the Northern Lights of the Northern Land.
At this mont, he was the source of deep cold, the rolling cold stream carrying the intent of despair, enveloping the Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King layer by layer.
In the blink of an eye, the area drenched in deep green vanished, leaving only the intertwined rolling of blue and white.
The giant Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King turned into a crystal-clear ice sculpture.
Ronan pressed down with both hands, and the Demon Nightmare Longsword wrapped in Fla of Break Magic pierced into the ice sculpture as easily as cutting through tofu.
“Bang!”
The mont the longsword penetrated the body of the Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King, Ronan felt a violent tremor coming from beneath the sword.
He gripped the hilt of the Demon Nightmare Tungsten Steel Longsword tightly, pushing his Despair Domain to its maximum extent.
The rolling cold air surged out incessantly, striving to push the blade even deeper.
A terrifying energy field boiled and roared, and the thick ice emitted sounds as if it was unable to bear the burden.
Ronan’s expression turned fierce, his whole body flickered with small white flas that crazily surged and jumped about, as the terrifying physical force of [Pure Body] pressed down wave after wave.
But the ice layer, serving as the “Seal,” could no longer hold.
“Crack!”
“Boom!”
Accompanied by a loud explosion, the giant ice sculpture violently burst apart, turning into countless fragnts of ice and frost scattering around.
The deep green color once again swept across the sky.
The re-erging Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King let out an enraged scream from its mouth, its wings vibrating at high frequency as if they completely turned into two clouds of green mist.
Suddenly, a massive amount of Wind Energy Particles converged, and nurous wind-ford spikes appeared like spears, viciously piercing towards Ronan from all directions.
Ronan’s expression changed slightly, instinctively raising his sword to block, while simultaneously performing consecutive dodging maneuvers in an instant.
Just as he used the Demon Nightmare Longsword and Fla of Break Magic to clear a swath of wind bundles, intending to retreat by flying backward…
“Buzz—”
In a furious state, the Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King’s body suddenly twisted into a pretzel-like shape, its tail with a dark green spike striking at Ronan in an extrely sudden and inconceivable angle.
The distance was too close; Ronan had no ti to dodge, and even the action of raising his sword to block was extrely forced.
It was an attack far surpassing his instinctual reactions, so fast that it was utterly impossible to respond in ti.
“Clang!
Thud—”
Ronan’s body was directly pierced by the dark green spike in mid-air, followed by a tail whip from the Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King that sent him flying like a cannonball…
“Boom!”
The rock wall on one side of the valley collapsed, causing rolling debris and snow to fall, stirring up a massive cloud of dust and ice.
A figure staggered, clearing the dust and erged from the collapsed debris holding a sword.
At this mont, Ronan’s handso face was deathly pale, one hand clutching tightly at his upper left abdon, his expression extrely unsightly.
He slowly raised his left hand covering the wound, seeing a First Rank Magic Robe issued by the Magic Ring Sect torn with a huge gap underneath.
Below, bright red fresh blood continuously seeped out like a fountain, revealing a shocking through-and-through wound.
Pain!
Heart-wrenching pain!
The toxin carried on the tail spike of the Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King and the pain from the wound itself almost made Ronan faint on the spot.
Inside his chest, the white Light Ball rapidly depleted, releasing a large amount of vitality that quickly suppressed the spread of the toxin in the wound and promoted the healing of the injury.
Ronan was pale as paper, his forehead and temples covered with dense, cold sweat.
Looking at the location of the wound, his eyes revealed an intense sense of lingering fear.
He considered himself fully prepared, confident to face a Second-tier without fear, yet he never imagined the true extent of a Second-tier’s terror.
Just a slight carelessness, and he might have ended up completely finishing his life here today.
Had the wound been a bit higher, it could have endangered his heart, becoming a fatal injury.
“How long has it been since I’ve felt such pain?”
“How long has it been since I’ve been this close to death?”
Ronan questioned himself.
Looking up, Ronan saw that the Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King, having endured a hit from him, was clearly not faring well either, seeming to have entered a frenzied state.
Deep green flowing light surged all over its body, a terrifying aura erging like a fountain, with massive amounts of Wind Energy Particles surrounding it.
With the Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King as the center, within this valley, an indescribable horrific tornado was rapidly forming…
The strong wind made Ronan’s tattered silver robe flutter loudly.
“Take a stand…
I still have a chance.”
He took a deep breath, instinctively gripping the longsword in his hand a bit tighter, harboring no thoughts of fleeing.
The glint in Ronan’s eyes flickered, planning to make a move again, when suddenly…
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