Alpha Reborn!



The spirit of the tower transmitted every detail of the trial takers' actions to the rapt audience around the colossal structure, but all eyes were transfixed on the screens that broadcasted Evan's trial.

As the group of eight hideous wormfaces appeared on the screen, Vikhilk let out a sharp gasp, his astonishment palpable. "Don't tell me he's going to fight all of them," he exclaimed.

Just then, the scene of Evan summoning his magic sword played on the screen, and Ylva's voice rose in shock, "It looks like he is!"

A frostweaver in the crowd shook their head and declared, "He must be suicidal. There's no way a soul manifestation realm cultivator can stand against eight of them."

Meanwhile, Lirian was optimistic and had faith in Evan's plan. "Nah, I think this is going to be epic!" he exclaimed, eagerly anticipating how the battle would unfold.

...

Skree!

The wormfaces hissed and lunged at Evan with their razor-sharp teeth, glinting menacingly in the faint light and threatening to sink into his flesh, but he seemes to be injected with chicken's blood as he methodically maneuvered his body like a movement-type cultivator, moving with such incredible speed that he left deep imprints in the ground and blurry afterimages in his wake.

Chomp!

The monsters' jaws clamped shut with a deafening snap, as they bit down on nothing but his afterimages, missing their target by mere inches, their target who darted and weaved with lightning-fast reflexes, evading their savage attacks with astonishing agility. He was like a shadow, impossible to catch, impossible to predict.

And then, in the blink of an eye, he struck.

"Glacier Fang Style: Second Form - Last Ray of Moonlight!" he shouted, his voice ringing out loud and clear above the din of battle.

His sword glowed with an icy blue hue, fueled by the power of his soul energy as he brandished it with deadly intent.

Whoosh!

The blade sliced through the air with incredible speed, leaving behind a trail of shimmering light that danced in the air like stars.

Half of the pack of Wormfaces were caught off guard, unable to escape the reach of his sword in time. The sword struck their bodies with a fierce and unforgiving force, unleashing a blast of cold air that engulfed them in a freezing chill. They were frozen solid, their bodies twisted in contorted positions like grotesque statues frozen in time. It was both beautiful and gruesome, like an icy sculpture garden in the midst of a bloody battlefield.

Although enclased in ice, they were not dead. He could tell that as he received no notification from his system confirming that they were dead.

He charged forward to deliver the finishing blow with a slash of his sword, but just as he drew near, two of the creatures rushed out from behind the frozen statues and lunged at him from opposite sides, their claws slashing through the air with deadly precision, forcing him to retract his attack and leap back with lightning-fast reflexes, barely dodging their deadly attacks by a hair's breadth.

"Your plan was good."

He tightened his grip on his magic sword, the blue glow of his soul energy pulsing with increasing intensity. Several ice shards materialized out of thin air around him, circling him like a protective shield. 

"But it's not going to be that easy to stop me from getting what I want," he said, his voice low and menacing as he brought his sword down.

The ice shards began to rain down on the frozen Wormfaces, each impact causing them to shatter into a thousand pieces. Their last cries were frozen in their throats, their eyes full of terror as they died a frozen, gruesome death.

[Ding! Congratulations, Player Evan. You have killed 4× level 10 Extraterrestrial Monster. You've gained +400 EXP, and +6 DEX, + 2 CON, +2 STA!]

What remained of the pack of eight Wormfaces looked on in fear, unsure of how to tackle this disaster that had reduced their number by half by themselves. Evan was oblivious to their plight, his sword still glowing with a fierce, deadly but mesmerizing Sapphire blue light as he charged towards them like a behemoth, showcasing his intent to face them head-on.

The four Wormfaces frantically attempted to evade Evan's wrath, burrowing themselves into the earth with incredible speed like frightened moles. Their burrowing was so swift that the ground shook under their rapid descent, and in a matter of seconds, they vanished without a trace.

Evan's eyes narrowed with a fiery intensity, as if he were possessed by an unrelenting force. His pupils dilated and a glint of ferocity flashed across them, illuminating his face with an almost maniacal expression. A wicked smile slowly curled onto his lips, revealing a set of gleaming teeth that seemed to belong to a predator on the prowl. The combination of his intense gaze and ominous grin sent shivers down the spines of those witnessing the broadcast of his trial, leaving them unsure of what to expect next.

"You've dug your own graves," he declared with a sneer.

Suddenly, Evan's reserve of soul energy plummeted, and frigid tendrils crept out from his body, fusing with his magical weapon, causing it to lit up. The eerie, blue glow emanating from his magic weapon was both beautiful and terrifying, like the icy heart of a frozen wasteland. 

"Glacier Fang Style: First Form - Hidden Fangs Revealed!"

Evan drove his sword into the earth.

Boom!

The impact was so forceful that it sent powerful shockwaves rippling through the ground, causing it to convulse violently. 

In an instant, as if summoned by the sheer power of his strike, towering ice fangs burst forth from the earth, with two of the four wormfaces that were tunneling beneath the surface impaled on their tips. 

The fangs were massive, radiating an icy aura that made the air around them feel bone-chillingly cold, reminiscent of a desolate, wintry night. The two unfortunate Wormfaces were left hanging helplessly from the fangs, their bodies freezing up in place as the frigid aura emanating from the fangs enveloped them and turned them into frozen statues in a flash.