Chapter 1092 Thunderfrost Tempest
A slight look of surprise appeared on John's face as he stared at Araxus, whose aura was surging, creating a storm of lightning centered around him. The arena shook with each explosion of lightning, hundreds of bolts of lightning scattering throughout the arena each second.
He had expected Araxus to become depressed or mentally defeated upon seeing his Lightning Origin Essence Runes. He knew Araxus was a smart and reasonable cultivator, and knew based on what John had shown, that Araxus considered himself to be at a disadvantage. Now that his Origin Essence Runes had been revealed, that disadvantage had only grown, and yet Araxus didn't seem to care at all.
On the contrary, it seemed to have amplified his lust for combat, surprising John greatly. He had never seen an opponent act like this before, at least not to this level, and the only person that Araxus reminded him of at the moment...was himself. "Good," John said with a wide, confident grin. "I'd be disappointed if you reacted in any other way."
Araxus returned his grin, then turned to look at the nearby Yang-Dao Sect Elder, who was standing there silently.
"Start the fight already," Araxus said, his words causing the Elder to frown. While Araxus was talking to the Elder, John took the time to inspect Araxus' armband, checking his Illusory Testing Scores for the first time.
Name: Araxus Shinan
Age: Twenty
Cultivation: Late Dao Transformation Realm
Special Attributes: Lightning Attribute Body
Qi Quantity: 98
Qi Quality: 98
Health: 87 You can trace the roots of this content at n0v@lbin
Durability: 87
Stamina: 93
Comprehensions: 97
Instincts: 98
John inspected the weapon closely, then nodded his head approvingly. As far as the opponents he had fought thus far in his life, Araxus' lance was the highest quality weapon he had seen an opponent wield. Its overwhelmingly sharp point, combined with the explosive power of a lightning cultivator, was no doubt a dangerous combination, even against someone as prodigious as John. "I don't see why you use a scythe," Araxus said, giving John's scythe a quick glance. "Your scythe is no doubt incredible, but a scythe doesn't allow you to fully employ the advantages of lightning. A lance on the other hand," he trailed off, then smirked lightly.
"The Lightning Dao is only one of my focuses," John replied calmly, although he couldn't argue against Araxus' logic. "As far as I'm concerned, this scythe is perfect for me."
"Is that so," Araxus sneered, his aura still exploding outwards like a storm of lightning. "I think we've talked enough. It's time to get this battle started."
"I couldn't agree more," John replied, assuming a combat-ready stance.
"Good, then let's see how you deal with this!" Araxus roared, then opened his mouth wide, his action far faster than what it would have been had he moved his arms and body to ready his weapon.
The instant he opened his mouth, John felt his instincts flare with the warning of approaching danger. Araxus' mouth glowed brightly from within for an instant, at which point a storm of lightning exploded outwards directly onto John, giving him no time to dodge or prepare.
It was as if Araxus had become a dragon himself, spewing a tempestuous storm of lightning from his mouth. John felt himself become drowned in the storm of lightning, which overwhelmed his senses. Everything he saw was lightning, and everything he heard was the calamitous thunderclaps of the lightning exploding on his skin.
The lightning blasted onto his body, doing its best to damage and invade, causing as much damage as possible. With his innately durable body and Origin Essence Runes, he directly withstood the initial barrage of damage, although he was thrown violently through the air, the power of Araxus' lightning breath too powerful to resist without warning.
As he was flung through the sky, the storm of lightning still enveloped him within. After initially resisting the lightning, a small portion of it began to damage John's body, causing him great surprise. With his resistance to lightning, he had not expected to take any damage. He realized the truth of the matter a moment later, as while being flung through the air like a broken kite, he focused on the lightning trying to invade his body and cause him harm. The lightning was unlike anything he had felt before. While the underlying power was no doubt lightning, it was tinged, or more aptly described as brimming, with another power.
The power of ice.
"Thunderfrost Tempest!" John heard Araxus roar, his voice mixing with the sound of thunderclaps all around him.
The lightning from the lightning breath dissipated a moment later, having forced John backwards dozens of miles. His body was covered from head to toe with a layer of ice, while his body felt as though it were becoming frozen.
He halted his backwards momentum and steadied himself, then turned to look at Araxus in the distance. His eyes widened as he looked above Araxus, and the violent storm clouds above his head. For a second, he thought heavenly tribulation clouds had appeared, only realizing the truth as he studied its aura.
Unlike tribulation clouds, however, the clouds above flickered with the ruinous power of Araxus' frost lightning.
"You look surprised," Araxus said, smiling with confidence as the ruinous storm churned above him, like clouds of the apocalypse descending onto the arena. "Have you never seen frost lightning before?" he asked curiously, to which John shook his head. "I didn't even know something like frost lightning existed," John replied truthfully.
"Well then, allow me to teach you something today! Thunderfrost Tempest!" Araxus roared as the storm above him surged to life, followed by a calamitous barrage of frost lightning crashing down onto him like a heavenly tribulation.
Boom!
