Chapter 265
265 Chapter 265: Battling an ice revenant (7)
The highly enriched broadsword and glaive drew closer and closer with each fraction of a second, both men were giving it their absolute all with this attack.
Shortly before the moment of impact, behind the revenant a phantom image of a mighty ice king appeared, establishing a powerful aura throughout the room, one strong enough to fight against Frost’s toe to toe. This skill allowed the ice revenant to release the power of a being higher than himself for just a fraction of a second. His broadsword started to swing down with even greater fury and force after its appearance.
Frost didn’t have such a skill, but his own aura fought against the phantom image, refusing to lose to a fake. There will only be one master of ice and that’s him. Energy filled his glaive, summoning three large claws of ice before the blade, further enhancing the mighty weapon.
Booooooooooommmmmmmm!!!!
A fraction of a second later an ungodly boom spanned the entire room at the moment of impact. The air generated a powerful sonic boom that blew out Sam and Lola’s hair even though they stood at quite a distance.
Frost’s three claws of ice energy struck against the mighty broadsword with great sharpness but none the less fractured almost instantly the moment they made contact, sending fragments of ice spewing across the room, a few sharp ones even cut Frost’s handsome face.
Next his glaive crashed against the blade sending even more fragments of ice flying everywhere. Layers upon layers of his ice chakra was decimated but so too was the chakra and mana enveloping the broadsword. Finally, the actual forms of the weapons smashed into one another releasing sparks from the fierce clash of metal on metal.
The broadsword and glaive seemed to stopped in their tracks after meeting one another head to head but that stalemate lasted but a second, a winner was clear...well not exactly.
The quasi 4th star glaive cut through the revenant’s broadsword proving to be the superior weapon, but Frost lost in terms of force. The same moment his glaive exited the back of the broadsword, Frost was lifted from his feet and shot through the air like a cannonball.
.....
“Ugh!” With a violent cough, blood spurted from Frost’s throat as he flew through the air. His chakra armour burst apart along with his smooth jade like skin, covering him in dozens of nasty, blood soaked wounds. His hands that held onto his glaive were near unrecognisable as they burst apart, revealing fractured finger bones. Yet even so he refused to let go of his glaive, carrying it with him as his body barrelled through the air.
His eyes lost their light, darkness encroached his vision, his head dizzy and muddled. The force behind the revenant’s killing blow was so powerful that his body couldn’t endure, almost falling into unconsciousness. Held up by sheer will and stubbornness. His newly established aura was decimated by the calling of the phantom ice king, he barely had enough time to protect his body let alone cleave apart the phantom.
His mighty glaive, a quasi-4th star weapon was finally after all this time, damaged. Splintering cracks spread across the shaft and a significant chip was present on the blade edge, the first point of contact between the glaive and broadsword. This damage wasn’t fatal to the weapon and could be repaired without too much issue but the fact that the weapon was damaged at all displayed the power behind the revenant’s all or nothing blow.
As Frost careened through the air, the ice revenant visibly deflated, though he had won it came at great cost. His energy and mana was all but spent. The top half of his broadsword flew to the other side of the room, cementing itself into the wall whereas the remaining half fell becoming a crutch to stop the revenant from collapsing to the floor. He was seriously wounded, the ethereal mana like body that connect his armour dimmed greatly, becoming thinner, barely able to hold its large frame together. Cracks spread across the runic armour, with large fragments falling off and turning into to dust. If the ice revenant held blood his appearance would similar to Frost’s right now.
The great revenant swayed side to side before falling to its knees, resting upon the remains of its weapon, gasping for air as it felt the ramification of using such a powerful skill and enduring Frost’s blow.
On the side Sam and Lola had been watching with intense focus. The moment Frost was sent through the air Sam moved to catch him while Lola got to work finishing off the revenant.
“[Fire grew into a mighty pillar and eviscerate my foe, pillar of fire]” waiting for this very moment Lola chanted an aria for a 3rd circle spell. She coalesced her mana into a complicated magic crest that formed beneath the weakened ice revenant. Under normal circumstances the revenant would have ample time to move out of the way but in its current state it could barely keep steady, let alone move.
As the crest formed and glowed with a red hot light a large pillar of fire 2 metres in diameter stretched from the floor to ceiling, consuming the kneeling ice revenant.
“Gyahhhhhhhh!” The revenant roared in pain as its very body was burned by the flames, exasperating its current injuries, causing more and more cracks along its runic armour and its ethereal body to dimmer even faster.
Sam lunged forward, catching Frost in his arms shortly before he smashed into the wall, saving him from a possibly fatal impact. As he looked down at his young student he couldn’t help but bite his lips. His eyes opened wide with concern, Frost’s injuries were not light, a low level potion would struggle to heal them.
Frost could barely make out Sam who held him with shaking hands. His body was in immense pain, far more than he’d endured so far but even so, the remnants of smile could be seen on his bloody face. He tried to widen his lips to show that he was ok, but it ended up looking incredibly ugly, something that should have been impossible with his looks.
“Ugh haaaaaaaaaaaaa” Sam quickly registered what Frost was attempting to portray. He shook his head and sighed but a smile grew on his face. Frost would be alright.
“You had me worried for a moment there.....you really got stones Frost, never seen anything like what you just did.” Sam showed a much more relaxed expression, but his hands were still shaky as he softly supported Frost’s mangled body.
The sounds of the ice revenant’s wails could be heard in the background, but Sam focused his entire attention on Frost, he trusted that his wife could handle it while he attended to their student.
“I’ve only got a low level health potion on me; it won’t heal you fully but should allow you to regain movement.” Sam pulled out a low level health potion out of his spatial ring. It was his highest quality potion but still within low grade. Frost’s entire body was riddled with wounds, but the real damage was his internals. A low level health potion would stave him from death and give him some range of motion but without a trained healer or higher level potion Frost would require long term treatment and may even be handicapped.
Sam clenched his teeth in frustration when he realised this, he should have known better than to allow Frost to take on the revenant alone, especially that last move of his. Though he and Lola had enough money to hire an established healer or get their hands on a mid-level healing potion Frost would have to suffer from his wounds until they made it back to their enclave.
Frost could feel Sam’s frustration and worry, it warmed his heart, his ugly smile became uglier. Sam pushed his upper back to raise his body as he moved to bite off the cork sealing the health potion. Frost’s face visually twisted at the sight; he was already injured enough now he was being made to drink that poison. He looked at Sam with a pleading look ‘hey I thought we were brothers on this?’
“Yeah, yeah I know this ain’t easy for me either, but you got to take it otherwise how will you ever get to eat my cooking again.” Though he sounded apologetic Frost could see even with his obscured vision the hints of an evil smirk on his teachers face.
‘Gah he’s just like his god damn wife, evil.’ Tears threatened to pour down his face as he vehemently attempted to struggle free, but his body barely responded. Even when being beaten by Maya or when he was sent flying by the ice revenant Frost did not cry, yet with the possibility of being forced to drink another low level potion, a veritable waterfall threatened to pour down his cheeks.
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‘There’s got to be another way.’ Frost’s mind went into overdrive trying to find an alternative solution, anything but a low level health potion.
The highly enriched broadsword and glaive drew closer and closer with each fraction of a second, both men were giving it their absolute all with this attack.
Shortly before the moment of impact, behind the revenant a phantom image of a mighty ice king appeared, establishing a powerful aura throughout the room, one strong enough to fight against Frost’s toe to toe. This skill allowed the ice revenant to release the power of a being higher than himself for just a fraction of a second. His broadsword started to swing down with even greater fury and force after its appearance.
Frost didn’t have such a skill, but his own aura fought against the phantom image, refusing to lose to a fake. There will only be one master of ice and that’s him. Energy filled his glaive, summoning three large claws of ice before the blade, further enhancing the mighty weapon.
Booooooooooommmmmmmm!!!!
A fraction of a second later an ungodly boom spanned the entire room at the moment of impact. The air generated a powerful sonic boom that blew out Sam and Lola’s hair even though they stood at quite a distance.
Frost’s three claws of ice energy struck against the mighty broadsword with great sharpness but none the less fractured almost instantly the moment they made contact, sending fragments of ice spewing across the room, a few sharp ones even cut Frost’s handsome face.
Next his glaive crashed against the blade sending even more fragments of ice flying everywhere. Layers upon layers of his ice chakra was decimated but so too was the chakra and mana enveloping the broadsword. Finally, the actual forms of the weapons smashed into one another releasing sparks from the fierce clash of metal on metal.
The broadsword and glaive seemed to stopped in their tracks after meeting one another head to head but that stalemate lasted but a second, a winner was clear...well not exactly.
The quasi 4th star glaive cut through the revenant’s broadsword proving to be the superior weapon, but Frost lost in terms of force. The same moment his glaive exited the back of the broadsword, Frost was lifted from his feet and shot through the air like a cannonball.
.....
“Ugh!” With a violent cough, blood spurted from Frost’s throat as he flew through the air. His chakra armour burst apart along with his smooth jade like skin, covering him in dozens of nasty, blood soaked wounds. His hands that held onto his glaive were near unrecognisable as they burst apart, revealing fractured finger bones. Yet even so he refused to let go of his glaive, carrying it with him as his body barrelled through the air.
His eyes lost their light, darkness encroached his vision, his head dizzy and muddled. The force behind the revenant’s killing blow was so powerful that his body couldn’t endure, almost falling into unconsciousness. Held up by sheer will and stubbornness. His newly established aura was decimated by the calling of the phantom ice king, he barely had enough time to protect his body let alone cleave apart the phantom.
His mighty glaive, a quasi-4th star weapon was finally after all this time, damaged. Splintering cracks spread across the shaft and a significant chip was present on the blade edge, the first point of contact between the glaive and broadsword. This damage wasn’t fatal to the weapon and could be repaired without too much issue but the fact that the weapon was damaged at all displayed the power behind the revenant’s all or nothing blow.
As Frost careened through the air, the ice revenant visibly deflated, though he had won it came at great cost. His energy and mana was all but spent. The top half of his broadsword flew to the other side of the room, cementing itself into the wall whereas the remaining half fell becoming a crutch to stop the revenant from collapsing to the floor. He was seriously wounded, the ethereal mana like body that connect his armour dimmed greatly, becoming thinner, barely able to hold its large frame together. Cracks spread across the runic armour, with large fragments falling off and turning into to dust. If the ice revenant held blood his appearance would similar to Frost’s right now.
The great revenant swayed side to side before falling to its knees, resting upon the remains of its weapon, gasping for air as it felt the ramification of using such a powerful skill and enduring Frost’s blow.
On the side Sam and Lola had been watching with intense focus. The moment Frost was sent through the air Sam moved to catch him while Lola got to work finishing off the revenant.
“[Fire grew into a mighty pillar and eviscerate my foe, pillar of fire]” waiting for this very moment Lola chanted an aria for a 3rd circle spell. She coalesced her mana into a complicated magic crest that formed beneath the weakened ice revenant. Under normal circumstances the revenant would have ample time to move out of the way but in its current state it could barely keep steady, let alone move.
As the crest formed and glowed with a red hot light a large pillar of fire 2 metres in diameter stretched from the floor to ceiling, consuming the kneeling ice revenant.
“Gyahhhhhhhh!” The revenant roared in pain as its very body was burned by the flames, exasperating its current injuries, causing more and more cracks along its runic armour and its ethereal body to dimmer even faster.
Sam lunged forward, catching Frost in his arms shortly before he smashed into the wall, saving him from a possibly fatal impact. As he looked down at his young student he couldn’t help but bite his lips. His eyes opened wide with concern, Frost’s injuries were not light, a low level potion would struggle to heal them.
Frost could barely make out Sam who held him with shaking hands. His body was in immense pain, far more than he’d endured so far but even so, the remnants of smile could be seen on his bloody face. He tried to widen his lips to show that he was ok, but it ended up looking incredibly ugly, something that should have been impossible with his looks.
“Ugh haaaaaaaaaaaaa” Sam quickly registered what Frost was attempting to portray. He shook his head and sighed but a smile grew on his face. Frost would be alright.
“You had me worried for a moment there.....you really got stones Frost, never seen anything like what you just did.” Sam showed a much more relaxed expression, but his hands were still shaky as he softly supported Frost’s mangled body.
The sounds of the ice revenant’s wails could be heard in the background, but Sam focused his entire attention on Frost, he trusted that his wife could handle it while he attended to their student.
“I’ve only got a low level health potion on me; it won’t heal you fully but should allow you to regain movement.” Sam pulled out a low level health potion out of his spatial ring. It was his highest quality potion but still within low grade. Frost’s entire body was riddled with wounds, but the real damage was his internals. A low level health potion would stave him from death and give him some range of motion but without a trained healer or higher level potion Frost would require long term treatment and may even be handicapped.
Sam clenched his teeth in frustration when he realised this, he should have known better than to allow Frost to take on the revenant alone, especially that last move of his. Though he and Lola had enough money to hire an established healer or get their hands on a mid-level healing potion Frost would have to suffer from his wounds until they made it back to their enclave.
Frost could feel Sam’s frustration and worry, it warmed his heart, his ugly smile became uglier. Sam pushed his upper back to raise his body as he moved to bite off the cork sealing the health potion. Frost’s face visually twisted at the sight; he was already injured enough now he was being made to drink that poison. He looked at Sam with a pleading look ‘hey I thought we were brothers on this?’
“Yeah, yeah I know this ain’t easy for me either, but you got to take it otherwise how will you ever get to eat my cooking again.” Though he sounded apologetic Frost could see even with his obscured vision the hints of an evil smirk on his teachers face.
‘Gah he’s just like his god damn wife, evil.’ Tears threatened to pour down his face as he vehemently attempted to struggle free, but his body barely responded. Even when being beaten by Maya or when he was sent flying by the ice revenant Frost did not cry, yet with the possibility of being forced to drink another low level potion, a veritable waterfall threatened to pour down his cheeks.
???????????????? ???????????????????????????? ???????????????????????? ???????????????????? ???????? ????????????????????-????????????.????????????
‘There’s got to be another way.’ Frost’s mind went into overdrive trying to find an alternative solution, anything but a low level health potion.
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