Frost landed back on the ground with light steps and with his glaive poised for a downward slash, the words to his most powerful glaive skill on the tip of his tongue.
However there they would remain, the eldest rindar moved quicker and was already on the assault with his own skill. Frost was instead forced to lower his glaive and enter a defensive stance.
Unlike with the cyclops the rindar was fast, very fast meaning the battle would unfold very differently. Frost had no area in which he was superior to the eldest rindar thus finding weaknesses to exploit would be challenging. He needed to be methodical and patient lest he open himself up for a deadly barrage.
"[Storm of a hundred blows ]" The eldest rindar moved instantaneously, appearing before Frost almost the very moment he touched down. He activated a pugilist skill of great renown, an advanced level skill that contained devasting destructive power.
Blood red energy covered the rindar's two remaining fists in dense layers turning them into solid weapons that even 3 star weapons would struggle to match. His upper body then grew in stature as his muscles tensed to obscene levels, the [drunken gambit] skill still being in affect only heightened the devastation that was about to be brought down upon his enemy.
Frost frowned and a cold sweat ran down his neck as he firmed his grip upon his glaive and covered it and his body in layers of ice chakra, going full on defensive.
A moment later the storm began and the eldest rindar punched out with great force.
Don! Don! Don! Don!
The first four blows were parried by Frost's glaive and very little damaged was incurred. There was a slight inconsistency thanks to the rindar only having two arms instead of his usual four, but this was just the beginning.
Don! Don! Don! Don!
The blows came in increasing sets, the first was four, the second eight, the third 16, then 32 and finally 64 uninterrupted blows each faster and heavier than the first four for a grand total of 124 punches.
Frost managed to parry the first couple sets with just his chakra armour being damaged but towards the end especially the last set his defences were blown apart and multiple punches smashed against his chest, hands and even sometimes his face.
Boooooooooommmm!
As the last blow came down Frost was blown backwards, his firmly planted feet dragging through the floor to create a trail.
Frost mocking look only grew as the rindar charged towards him, this time however he had enough time to dish out his own attack. With his glaive raised above his head he dug in his feet and summoned his internal energy.
"[Wyvern's maw]" With his words the energy in his body infused into his glaive before forming into a massive wyvern's head with razor sharp teeth but that wasn't all. His cold flame style chakra filtered through giving the mana creature a silver hue and flame like skin.
Next his aura entered, still with a rather inefficient and primitive approach but he was able successfully give the wyvern head some essence, increasing its power and the ability to sustain his chakra flames.
What followed was a devasting downward swing that launched the fierce head at the charging rindar.
"Ha you think such a poor imitation is enough to compete with the real thing, in your dreams!" Not the least bit pressured by the mighty wyvern head the eldest rindar continued his charge unabated.
"[Vicious viper strike]" He activated another pugilist skill that focused on swift destruction. Purple energy covered his left fist before forming into the shape of a viper that wrapped around his arm. Then with far better skill than Frost the eldest rindar infused his aura into his strike making the viper far more corporal and insidious.
The massive wyvern's head roared before snapping its jaws around the oncoming viper wrapped fist. From the outset it seemed clear than its size and power would grant it a swift victory but what could be visually seen was not always the truth.
Bang!
With a loud explosion the purple viper stretched out from the rindar's fist and devoured the wyvern's maw from the inside while his fist punched straight through as though it was merely constructed of paper.
Frost's eyes opened wide at such a sight; shock clear on his face. The eldest rindar smashed apart his strongest attack like it was nothing.
The rindar reeled back his arm and dissipated the aggressive looking viper with a disdainful expression.
"All shape and no essence, your aura is like a fractured mess." His eyes observed the young dungeon core, his anger somewhat dissipating as he was once again able to look at Frost the way he should, as a predator eyeing up his prey.
Frost may be talented and a strong opponent for the unprepared and unexperienced, but he was still a greenhorn in terms of aura thus his threat to him, someone who was at the peak of the B-rank early stages and in full control of his own aura was limited. As long as he kept his focus and used his aura to attack and defend Frost would struggle to take him down.
The games were over, he would unleash his complete strength in hunting down this arrogant prey.