God of Tricksters

*Crack!*

"What?" The Frost Saint widened his eyes in shock. On the one hand, this kind of overwhelming strength made it look like the crack was normal. After all, the Frost Saint was forced to take two steps back from this attack alone. On the other hand, he was too shocked because Theo had this otherworldly strength.

"Impossible. Did you interrupt the way of the world?" The Frost Saint looked at Theo.

"No. I simply borrow the power of myself." Theo smirked. "But not from this world."

"!!!" The Frost Saint suddenly noticed something. Since the clone had the same ability as the owner, he realized it would be bad if he actually did the same thing.

And it seemed that Theo was planning exactly like what the Frost Saint feared.

Clone Theo leaped forward, abandoning the snowflake in the sky for the sake of this one attack.

"If one is not enough, then I just need two." Theo smirked as Clone Theo flew next to him and kicked the club with the Alter Ego. "Haaa!"

*Bam!*

This time, the crack expanded and caused a huge crater on the surface of the club. This might be the biggest damage that the club had suffered. Yet, the attack didn't stop there.

The crack began to expand again toward the other end of the club. If this continued, Theo might be able to destroy the club.

Obviously, the Frost Saint didn't want to allow that to happen since he didn't want to fight the mutated monsters. Still, the Frost Saint was a fair man. He had promised to use two thirds of his strength, so even in this kind of situation, he only used that strength. However, he truly pushed that strength to the limit.

"Haaa!" The Frost Saint let out a huge roar as the chilling wind started spinning around his club.

"Not good!" Clone Theo gritted his teeth.

"No, it's not over!" Theo shouted as he controlled his body and the clone to do the same thing. They gathered the rest of their energy to their fists with the help of the Enhanced Concentration Capacity and Energy Blast Skills. But this time, they added one more thing to the mix.

Thunderclap Fist.

A powerful shock wave occurred, but the thunderclap didn't occur in the fist itself but on Theo's elbow, boosting the fist's momentum to match Theo's extraordinary strength.

*Bam!*

The shock wave also struck the spinning chilling wind, causing a huge explosion. The chilling white smoke expanded for a moment before the Frost Saint realized something.

"Not good!" The Frost Saint waved his hand, sweeping the smoke so that Theo didn't die. Theo had truly used all his strength during that attack, so if he was frozen this time, he would be in danger.

When the white smoke dispersed, Theo's appearance was revealed. His face was pale, and his skin was covered in frostbite. If he wasn't this strong, he would have died from that attack.

Theo panted while staring at the Frost Saint. His body was weak, and he could fall down at any moment. Yet, he never forgot his goal. "It seems I have won."

"!!!" The Frost Saint widened his eyes because the club was still clinging with a thin layer of wood, swinging left and right. Eventually, it couldn't withstand the weight of the club anymore and broke apart, causing the other part of the club to fall to the ground.

"Ye—" Before the Frost Saint could say anything, the sky began to crumble as the real world suddenly made its appearance.

"!!!" It turned out the entire thing was an illusion. They had that kind of fight inside the illusion because when the illusion crumbled, he could see two Theos still floating in their original place. Their faces were pale and blood had already flowed out of their eyes, nose, and mouth.

"Tsk." Theo panted as his clone disappeared. He gritted his teeth and said, "I just needed a bit more time…"

The Frost Saint realized that if he actually acknowledged Theo won before the illusion crumbled, it meant he had to fulfill his promise to Theo. But because the illusion had crumbled, he realized that Theo didn't actually manage to destroy his club.

When he checked his club, he still found a huge crater on his club, showing that the illusion had been affecting reality itself.

"You… How did you even replicate my power?" The Frost Saint gasped in shock. That couldn't be said as an illusion anymore.

Theo bit his lips because he was disappointed in himself. Before he used this strategy, he remembered Loki's World Re-creation and discovered the real trick to creating a world like Loki. The key was in Hel's Death Avatar and Loki's illusion. That was why he could recreate the battle to this extent.

But Theo wasn't at the level of Loki yet. The proof was clear since he couldn't even break the club.

However, this was the first attempt Theo tried to surpass Loki himself. After all, he applied his Reality Order in this power. If it was Loki, he had to move toward the club and destroy it himself. But Theo could use the illusion and turn it into reality since his Order could affect the reality itself.

Unfortunately, Theo fell short since he had become too weak to maintain the illusion a bit longer.

"I won in the illusion, but I lost in reality… I guess this is a perfect example of I won the battle but lost the war." Theo let out a long sigh, disappointed in the result.

The Frost Saint's voice suddenly echoed in his ears. "If that's the case, it's one win and one lose. We can call it a draw for now.

"Hence, as promised I won't go there to fight the mutated monsters. However, I'll send five Kings under me to help you to fight against the mutated monsters. In exchange, you have to make sure none of them die during that battle. What do you think, Theodore Griffith?"

Theo was surprised by this statement and blinked his eyes a few times.

"I recognize your ability because you are the only one who can push me this much with a strength of that level." The Frost Saint extended his fist as if asking for a fist bump.

Theo understood the hidden meaning of this action. He was overwhelmed by the favor that he smiled while bumping his fist. "Yes. I promise you."

The two fists bumped as a snowflake symbol appeared on Theo's hand and a golden circle appeared on the back of Frost Saint's hand. The sign of friendship between the Frost Saint and the Reality King.