Chapter 426

Chapter 426: Wild Greatsword

The crushing tide of ice left no room to breathe.

Even with the protective magic arrays and the obsidian sand beneath the arena that absorbed and softened magic, spectators could still feel the biting cold from the stands. The temperature plummeted by nearly ten degrees in an instant.

This was Uday’s true power.

Midi had fought Ice Mages before—like the one called “Ice Hand” during the slave warrior rankings. But compared to the enraged Uday, Ice Hand’s magic felt like nothing more than a faint winter breeze. The gap between their strength was like heaven and earth.

Back then, as a Demon Swordman, Midi could afford to counter Ice Hand with Asura’s Explosive Flame Wave Sword, pitting his own weakness against the enemy’s strength. Though Asura was half a magic-user profession, its magic power and potency still fell short of true mages. Against Ice Hand, Midi had held the advantage.

But facing Uday, a Level 63 master, Midi couldn’t afford arrogance. Using Asura’s skills now would only reveal the disparity—even a barrage of Explosive Flame Wave Swords might fail to breach Uday’s ice wall, draining Midi’s magic instead.

This time, though, he didn’t need to.

The Horn King Greatsword in his hands pulsed with Dragon’s Blood, its aura fused completely with the blade. A true frontal assault was possible.

As the icy tide surged toward him, Midi’s body blazed with a golden-red glow. Unlike the scattered light from his sword-nurturing days, this radiance now condensed into needle-like sharpness. It coiled around his form and the greatsword’s chipped, rusted edge, merging man and weapon into a single blinding entity—a sun that should never exist in the Shaded Realm.

Midi shot forward like a meteor, plunging into the layered ice. The Horn King Greatsword’s strike tore through the sound barrier with a deafening boom. Its massive blade moved like a dragon’s claw, shattering the tidal wave of ice effortlessly. The attack didn’t slow, carving straight toward Uday.

The Ice Mage froze as an annihilating aura clamped around him.

*Who is this?*

Uday, who scorned all but his brother, choked under the pressure—a dragon’s grip squeezing the life from him. Years of combat experience shoved down his panic. He unleashed skills in rapid succession:

Frost Realm whitened the arena floor to a mirror-like sheen.

Ice Shard Barrage filled the air with blades sharp enough to cleave steel.

Ice Spikes rained down like meteors, cratering the ground.

Finally, Ice Dragon Dance—a trump skill Ice Hand struggled to wield—flowed from Uday’s hands as easily as breathing.

In the blink of an eye, without even pausing to breathe, Uday unleashed two Ice Dragon Dances. Four frenzied tornadoes instantly materialized, ravaging the arena. Though the fighting stage was vast, these four whirling storms left almost no space untouched.

Yet even this barrage couldn’t slow Midi’s assault.

Amid the icy hell of spinning blades, jagged pillars, and roaring tornadoes, Midi stood unwavering like a blazing sun, his body radiating Golden-Red Sword Lights. The battered Horn King Greatsword in his grip showed no magic waves, no Enchanting—only raw, crushing weight. Yet that weight shredded Uday’s attacks and defenses like paper.

Each swing of the greatsword tore the air with sonic booms. Each strike sent ice shards flying. Like a hot knife through butter, Midi carved a smoldering crimson path through the frozen chaos, closing in on Uday within moments.

“Pointless. You can’t stop me.” Midi’s voice held no arrogance, only calm certainty. His eyes burned crimson now, pupils slit like a dragon’s.

What is this guy? Uday’s heart lurched.

No time to think—Midi’s blade sliced downward. Desperate, Uday crushed a crystal in his palm. Magic erupted, breaking Midi’s aura’s suppression just long enough for a teleportation spell. He reappeared across the arena, putting a hundred meters between them.

For an Ice Mage, that distance should’ve been a weapon. But now, Uday could only repeat earlier skills to buy seconds. If he couldn’t find Midi’s flaw soon, surrender was his sole choice. The Water Spider Tribe’s honor? The Death Scorpion family’s mission? None mattered more than survival.

Yet as the teleportation’s glow faded, despair struck—Uday wouldn’t get another chance.

Cornered fighters rely on habit. Midi had anticipated the life-saving talisman breaking Dragon Breath’s suppression, followed by retreat. His earth-shaking strike had been a feint. The moment Uday teleported, Midi’s environmental awareness pinpointed his location.

Now came the true strike.

Golden-Red Sword Lights exploded outward, vaporizing frost in a fifty-meter radius. Midi launched himself like a human cannon, crossing the gap in one leap. The Horn King Greatsword trailed a hundred-meter arc of bloodlight as he struck.

Glass-like cracks spiderwebbed through the air. Magic shields shattered like rice paper. Even the talisman’s lingering power couldn’t withstand this Unstoppable Force descending from the skies.

Midi’s speed never faltered.

The Horn King Greatsword’s crushing edge didn’t hesitate before any defense.

The clean, decisive strike shattered countless protections, cleaving downward from Uday’s forehead through his chest before smashing into the ground.

A deafening boom resounded.

Air whirled violently outward, shaking not only the four arenas but making the entire stands tremble beneath spectators’ feet.

As the fierce winds dissipated, all stared in shock – the supposedly unbreakable obsidian arena now bore a bottomless sword scar surrounded by spiderweb cracks from the greatsword’s strike.

Several seconds passed before a thin crimson line appeared across Uday’s blank face.

The line slowly lengthened until bisecting his entire body.

With a wet thump, the Level 63 dark elf Ice Mage master burst apart into crimson mist.

Boiling blood dyed surrounding frost scarlet, creating a jarring contrast between crimson stains and pristine ice.

Amid swirling blood and howling winds, the sun-blade radiance surrounding the human man faded as he stood like a war deity.

His casual greatsword swing generated pressure waves that dispersed residual cold winds.

The blood-gorged Horn King Greatsword now showed renewed vigor – nicks smoothing out, rust flaking away to reveal dragon-claw sharpness beneath.

Its low hum resonated with draconic menace.

Yet true awe stemmed not from the weapon, but its wielder.

Midi Asreks.

Surface-world human.

Member of a frail race lacking night vision.

Yet he’d shattered an Ice Mage’s defenses and tribal elder’s protective charm with single strike, atomizing a Level 63 expert into vaporized gore.

What manner of attack was this?

The answer proved startlingly simple.

Mountain Shatter.

Basic Demon Swordman skill learnable after Level 20 transmutation, renowned for raw power.

But through Midi’s execution, this fundamental technique became apocalyptic force.

Across stands and arenas, arrogant dark elf Warriors, Priests and Leaders stared dumbstruck.

To elevate Mountain Shatter to such heights – just what kind of monster was Midi Asreks?