Alpha Reborn!



Evan's mind buzzed with the notification from the system.

[Ding! Congratulations, Player Evan. You have killed 2× level 12 Extraterrestrial Monster. You've gained +240 EXP, and +5 CON, and +3 STA!]

But even without the notification, he knew the monsters were dead.

Looking around, Evan noticed only two out of the pack of eight Wormfaces were still alive. They were flapping their hands in a desperate attempt to regain balance as they flew in an arc through the air. Evan couldn't help but find the sight quite comical, despite the gravity of the situation.

It was evident that these two Wormfaces had managed to dodge the icy assault launched by Evan, but the sudden upheaval causes by the eruption of the frost fangs had caught them off guard, sending them flying out of their underground hideout and leaving them feeling disoriented and vulnerable.

Thud!

The force of gravity worked its magic, pulling the Wormfaces down ferociously. With a loud crash, they landed on the ground, their bodies reeling from the impact. The world around them spun, and their vision blurred as they fought to shake off the daze, but soon enough, they regained their senses.

Struggling to regain their footing, the two Wormfaces stumbled about, their bodies still wobbly from the crash.

"This is a golden opportunity for me. I will be a fool to let it go to waste."

Evan saw his chance to strike them dead and he seized it without hesitation.

A glint of brutality flashed across his eyes as he brandished his glowing blue sword.

Glacier Fang Style: Second Form - Last Wave of Moonlight!

 A wave of frigid air burst forth from the sword and rushed towards the Wormfaces.

The wormfaces jumped to the sides, moving out of its trajectory.

They thought they had succeeded in dodging the attack until grinned wickedly and spread his hands wide, calling upon the power of his Skill Weaver Soul Plate.

Affected by his will, the wave of frigid air that was supposed to flew last the Wormfaces split into two, each one turning towards one of the remaining Wormfaces.

The Wormfaces were caught off guard by Evan's attack and had never expected something like this to happen. The first wave crashed into the Wormface on the left, encasing it in a layer of ice. The second wave followed suit, freezing the other Wormface in its tracks. Evan watched with satisfaction as the creatures struggled to break free from their icy prisons, knowing that they would never be able to carry out their intentions in this life.

"Frozen in place, just as I wanted. Time to show them what I'm capable of," Evan said.

The mobility of the two Wormfaces was compromised by the ice that held them captive, making it impossible for them to dodge any attack that may come their way. It was a good time to bombard them with spells.

"This spell should do the trick."

With a snap of his fingers, Evan manifested several ice bullets.

"Ice bullets, rain down on my enemies! Show them hell!"

As his words fell, all of the ice bullets hovering in the air shot at the frozen Wormfaces. The bullets shattered their icy figures like fragile mirrors, sending shards of ice and pieces of their flesh flying in every direction.

The sharp fragments scattered on the ground, a grisly reminder of the creatures' defeat.

This sight also signaled the end of the fight.

...

The spectators who had been watching Evan's trial and cursing under their breath that he won't survive against the pack of wormfaces, were now rooted to the spot in disbelief.

They couldn't believe what they had just witnessed - His Highness had taken on a pack of eight Wormfaces and emerged victorious, all by himself!

The scene was simply unimaginable!

Their mouths hung open in a mixture of shock and awe, and their eyes widened to the size of saucers, as if they were about to pop out of their eye sockets. They had never seen anything like this before, and the memory of this incredible feat would stay with them forever, constantly reminding them how hard they were face slapped by Evan 

Lirian, Vikhilk, Ylva, and Annika stood in awe, struggling to process what they had just witnessed.

"Sweet snowflakes, what in the world was that?!" exclaimed Vikhilk, stunned by the display of swordsmanship.

Lirian, trying to make sense of what had just happened, asked, "What kind of techniques are those? I've never seen anything like it."

Ylva, usually knowledgeable about every event in the Black Eye Galaxy, was at a loss. 

"Even with my vast knowledge, I cannot recognize this sword style. It seems similar to the exaggeration mentioned in the biography of the First Patriarch of the Imperial Frost Clan, but the Imperial swordsmanship has been lost for over a century. It's unlikely that the sword style His Highness used to overcome the pack was the Imperial Swordsmanship," he said.

Annika, impressed by the sheer power and precision of the swordsmanship, commented, "Regardless of what style it is, His Highness's swordsmanship is unmatched. He must have trained relentlessly to achieve such mastery."

Little did Annika know that he had mastered it with just the usage of a few skill points!

As the Elders watched Evan's trial broadcast from their VVIP stands, they couldn't hide their astonishment. Their faces were a mix of joy and shock as they exchanged glances with each other.

One of them exclaimed, "The sword style His Highness Evan is using is unmistakably the Imperial Swordsmanship invented by the first generation patriarch of our clan!"

"That sword style was thought to be gone forever, yet here it is, being wielded by this young man! To think that he would discover a long lost sword style. His Highness Evan's luck is enviable," another Elder added.

"He's not only lucky but also ridiculously talented. A sword style like the Imperial swordmanship should be hard to comprehend, much less master, yet he was using it as easily as breathing or taking a stroll in the park. He's truly a prodigy!" said another Elder, in awe of Evan's skills.

The other Elders murmured in agreement, recognizing that Evan's abilities far surpassed their expectations.

Evan had learned the Glacier Fang Style in minutes.

If any of them knew that, they would have experienced cultivation deviation!