Chapter 413 Krista Evolves Against The Commander!

413 Krista Evolves Against The Commander!

'Shit! Shit! Shit!!' The Commander of Wrath cursed internally. 'I can't hit her! Why? How??'

Her pale blueish hair was short, barely reaching her chin.

Her eyelashes were long and glittering.

Her body exuded steam continually, as if she was burning up.

Her steps were light and graceful, and her bare feet, each time they came into contact with the ground, left a thin trail for Ice.

It was only thanks to the Ice left behind by each step, that the Commander could tell that it wasn't steam that was oozing out of her body, but a natural freezing mist.

Again and again, the Commander swung his whip! Not once did it hit.

'Light... On my feet.'

Dancing through the frantic onslaught of whip attacks, Krista had completely changed.

Her pointy nose shook. She lowered her body, letting the whip pass above.

From her lower back, a tail swayed from right to left.

The Commander took out a second whip, and both were swung at once.

'Quickly, and gracefully...'

With a back handspring, her right foot found its way to the rough surface of a tree's trunk. In one continuous motion, she planted that foot on the trunk, and used it as a platform to perform a perfect side flip, leaving way for the second hit to miss and cut through the tree she had just jumped off of.

'Like Elisa.'

Krista leaped forward!

"You little shit!" The Commander shouted as he swung!

She gave her wrist to the approaching whip!

But before it could hit, Krista's hand moved with that whip, before taking hold of it!

Did her body not continually exude the cold mist, the friction might have made her hand bleed!

Before the Commander could even make a move, Ice rapidly started spreading up the whip!

'Powerfully, and sturdily...'

Not only was the Ice spreading up, but a layer of it had also stuck Krista's hand to that whip!

She pulled with all her strength!

'Like Master!'

***

Under the weight of the General of Wrath's body, the weight of his strength, the pressure of his Aura, Mark couldn't win in a a contest of strength!

Realizing that his ribcage would give out before the General's wrist, he changed his objective.

The ground under the General, as well as the Corrupting liquid that had failed to do a thing, were suddenly scorched.

The heat was the first sign.

Mark jumped back.

The General of Wrath pointed with his index finger. The second sign.

Earth Magic-

Ice Magic-

Golem Armor-

Mana Barrier-

Protective flames oozed out and covered the white-scaled Monster's body as the newly obtained Fire Clad Passive Skill activated.

Two signs. That's all you get.

Sound is usually a sign of something coming. But not when it comes to Lightning. Thunder would only follow seconds later.

The tip of the General's index finger shone.

The fastest attack Mark had ever witnessed. Nothing moved as fast or even close to it.

Ironically, the bolt of lightning did not even more in one straight line. No. It moved erratically, taking sudden turns and angles at times, though not many had the Eyes to notice that. Despite not moving in a straight line, it was the fastest.

The walls, barriers, domes... Nothing could stop it.

Everything was pierced through. Burnt through. None of the Magic Skilld that Mark had used could even offer an ounce of resistance.

Had it not been for his last move, a desperate gamble at the last second, half of his body would have been blown to bits while the other half would have been scorched.

As the domes, walls, and barriers, were blown away, as the dust slowly settled, it was revealed.

And Zino felt more infuriated, more cheated than ever.

"Pathetic schemes and tactics weren't enough...? You're even..."

A panting white-scaled Monster with its arms extended forward. Parts of its fingers had disappeared.

"Resorting to Items?" Zino whispered with great disgust.

The panting Mark lowered his arms.

'That was scary...' He thought, before stepping forward.

The white-scaled Monster clenched its fists.

Fists covered by Gauntlets. Gauntlets that used to belong to a certain...

You better remember his name!-

He was an Orcish Fiend!-

"Guess I owe you..." Mark whispered. "Lin."