Chapter 555: Menace

Chapter 555: Menace



Northern exhaled gently as the march of monsters drew closer. He twirled Grengar and glared forward, a wicked light igniting in his blue gaze.

However, Ryan stepped in front of him, causing Northern to frown slightly and ask, "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm better suited for handling things like this."

Northern narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

Ryan slowly extended both hands forward like a maestro, closing his eyes. "I guess you haven't seen the peak of ice manipulation. I'll show it to you."

He fell silent and waited.

Behind him, Northern relaxed from his ready stance and took two large steps back, keenly observing the quieter warrior.

He was curious. He knew how impressive Ryan's talent was, but he didn't know if he had ever seen it at its best.

Perhaps this demonstration would be the deciding factor in whether to forsake five talents for this single one.

He watched attentively.

Ryan remained motionless in his maestro pose, even as the tremor of the marching monsters caused the murky waters to ripple violently, dancing ugly patterns.

But Ryan's stance was resolute and sturdy. He didn't move an inch.

It was almost as if he were a statue. Then Northern noticed something as he looked down.

His brows furrowed slightly.

'His legs are freezing?'

Ice was spreading from Ryan's legs to the ground, freezing the murky waters around him. Ryan flung his eyes open, and speckles of ice stars began to swirl around him.

Northern's eyes widened.

'Is that the form of his essence?'

He could tell what it was clearly, having advanced that far himself. His eyes also played a factor.

When one becomes a Master, they can cultivate their essence and give it a form.

Of course, this was different from the shape of the soul, but it was one of the factors that contributed to the personality of one's soul, which in the long run determines the shape of the soul.

Northern had tried when he first became a Master. The best he could do was circulate his essence; he hadn't been able to give it a definite form like Ryan was doing now.

With the essence taking form, one could launch attacks or defend solely using the essence. Not to mention, the great boost it adds to the execution of one's talent abilities.

Just like what Northern was about to witness.

Ryan's gaze fell coldly on the oncoming rush of abominations.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Ryan was first confused. He was sure he had killed every monster coming.

But suddenly, his landscape of crude ice thorns exploded as a new wave of monsters pushed through with obscene force, plunging thoughtlessly into everything before them, not caring whether it killed them or not.

"Oh well." Northern's eyes gleamed as he grinned, then he took off.

The frozen ground shattered completely, ice shards shooting in all directions as he threw himself into the throng of monsters.

He spun Grengar as he moved, and a cyclone of disaster began.

His two clones shot in different directions, bringing their weapons down upon the

abominations.

Their swords bit deep, crudely carving through the monsters and creating arcs of blood.

Their movements were fluid, more so than any time Northern had used his clones before, blending seamlessly with his attacks.

Northern himself was a menace on the battlefield. Despite the advantage of numbers, it

meant nothing!

His movements were untraceable. Before the monsters could turn to face him, he was already

gone, and their heads were falling. With every cyclonic spin, his curved blades lacerated flesh

and sprayed gore.

When a massive number of monsters surrounded him from all sides, Northern extended a

finger to his face, a grin of enjoyment playing on his lips.

Gravity Finger. All the monsters around him were suddenly crushed under intense pressure,

their bodies ground into meatballs.

[You have slain a Disastrous Hellion, Rabid Rot.]

[You have gained +4 talent fragments.]

[You have slain a Disastrous Hellion, Rabid Rot.]

[You have gained +4 talent fragments.]

[You have slain a Disastrous Hellion, Rabid Rot.]

[You have gained +4 talent fragments.]

The notifications became music to his ears as he and his clones continued their rampage in

every direction.