Nameless King

"Well, well, things are a lot more interesting than I thought." Wain said with a sly smirk on his face, "First successful attack behind Wolf, what will these two do next?"

Frigus cleaned the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, tossed the broken sword aside, and created a new one.

"I have to admit it was unexpected, I haven't seen anyone faster than me in a long time, it's even kind of weird..." Frigus muttered as he smirked, "Although, that's exactly what I needed to come to my senses."

Whooooooooosh.

Frigus stepped forward as his eyes became like sharp blades. He turned into an icy flash, in a heartbeat reaching Wolf, aiming his sword at his neck.

'Shit! He's actually serious! Wolf inwardly exclaimed exposing a block in front of him as Frigus' sword collided with Wolf's icy blades.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

From the impact of the blades, an enormous shockwave occurred, which threw Wolf back a few meters, although in this confrontation he was much stronger in terms of energy.

'What the hell...? How is that possible?' Wolf muttered looking at his trembling hands from the most powerful recoil while Frigus was slowly heading in his direction.

The Wolf was stronger and faster now, for Frigus had purposely lowered his strength to the lower limits of the Fourth Chronicle, but it had no effect on his true skills. He knew how to attack, at what angle, and at what moment, better than anyone else. A simple strike in his execution became several times more powerful.

"The first attack wasn't bad, but you shouldn't relax." Frigus muttered as another ice sword appeared in his other hand, "Don't forget that this is mortal combat, not training. You are talented, but you lack experience, so if I were you I would focus as much as possible on my opponents."

'Opponents...? Wolf inwardly muttered looking at Frigus, as his eyes went wide, 'Right! It's not just him I'm fighting against!'

Whoooooooosh.

At the same moment, a black flash with a deadly stare and a sly smirk appeared before Wolf.

"I'm here!" Nicole exclaimed, raining down on Wolf, a sharp sword of darkness.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

The Wolf blocked the attack again, and this time the one who was thrown back was Nicole since unlike Frigus, she wasn't as skilled with her sword.

"Pffffff, how can I even fight when I'm so weak?" Nicole snorted as she looked at her hands, "Well, I have an idea how to do it."

Nicole's main weapon wasn't a sword at all, she was by nature a predator who used darkness to tear her opponents apart.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

A thick darkness began to drip from her hands, slowly spreading around like a pool whose borders covered most of the room.

"You're faster and stronger, that's true, but what about energy? Are you as good with darkness as I am?" Nicole spoke with a calm look as she pointed at the Wolf.

Whoooooooooooosh.

At the same moment, a multitude of spikes emerged from the pool, that headed toward the Wolf with great speed.

'They're sharp... but can they hurt me? I'll have to check it out.' Wolf muttered inwardly as the dark plates on his chest trembled. Gradually a thin armor of darkness appeared on his body that seemed to be incredibly strong.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

The thorns stuck into Wolf's chest, but they couldn't get past his defenses, as they just stopped, unable to advance any further.

"What the hell...?" Nicole muttered in disbelief as her eyes went wide.

"Hahaha, that was too easy!" The wolf exclaimed cheerfully, flailing his arms and smashing the spikes into tiny shards with his sharp claws. He was about to attack immediately to wound Nicole, but suddenly a shadow appeared before him and his eyes went wide.

"You shouldn't be so cocky. We just have to get used to the fact that our options are considerably limited." Frigus calmly said swinging his sword from top to bottom.

His attack failed to get through Wolf's armor, but the cut left a thick trail of ice that began to grow quickly, gradually covering Wolf.

"Shit! What the fuck is that!" Wolf exclaimed in confusion, tearing the ice apart with his claws.

"That was one of my weaker attacks." Frigus muttered, lunging forward as the tip of his sword reached Wolf's chest.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

A wave of energy passed through the sword that pulsed back at Wolf, then a powerful stream of ice erupted from the sword, throwing Wolf to the other end of the arena.

"ARGH!!!" Wolf cried out in pain as his back reached the stone wall.

"Well, well, the first stage of the Fourth Chronicle versus the absolute limit of the Fourth Chronicle... There's actually a big difference between us." Frigus spoke looking at Wolf whose body was partially covered in a crust of ice.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Wolf asked, breathing heavily as he tried to come to his senses.

"If we were on the same level, this attack should have killed you. My frost flow would have turned you into a statue, and it would have been enough to knock you lightly to shatter you into small shards." Frigus shrugged, "You're lucky your body is so strong now that my ice can't freeze you."

The wolf shuddered in fear as he realized that what Frigus was saying was true.

'Shit... If it wasn't for my fur and the fact that I also possess the ice attribute, this attack might have been my final one... At this rate, I'll never get to the stage where I need the leader's blood... If I don't give my best now, I can't reach the Fifth Chronicle!' Wolf exclaimed inwardly as his aura increased dramatically.

A wave of darkness passed in front of him that blew away all the ice and accelerated the regeneration of the small wounds that remained after the last Frigus attack, then Wolf touched the ground, causing a strong shiver.