Chapter 430

Chapter 430: Battling Ulhan

Midi’s confidence to leap upward stemmed from his awakened Secret Technique "Sky Sword Dance." With this move, he occupied an absolute Undefeated Position in midair, facing neither natural predators nor threats.

Yet against this oversimplifying opponent, Midi naturally wouldn’t reveal such a trump card. A few precise motions sufficed to cut him down.

"Fool…" Mason sneered coldly as he watched the warrior of his own profession get pulverized by Midi. To him, attempting petty tricks against Midi was pure idiocy.

Most spectators ignored the roaming gunslinger’s clownish overreach, save for Mason’s muted reaction.

The first match of the final concluded with brutal speed. Representatives of major families showed indifference, while the Wolfspider tribe’s old mage and black dragon priestesses remained untroubled. Only the grieving members of the roaming gunslinger’s tribe disrupted the arena’s usual calm.

Eager challengers who’d hoped to shine in the finals now stood dumbstruck like drenched chickens, their ambitions chilled by the blood mist dispersing in the wind.

Midi’s opening brutality proved so jarring that Ulhan, Risen the Black Dragonkin, and Alexis’s next three opponents forfeited without fighting.

The roaming gunslinger’s stupidity drew scorn, but these swift surrenders reeked of cowardice. Though avoiding death was wise, these cowards would never touch Mososbury City’s Fighter Selection again.

Eight battles unfolded: one ended in seconds under Midi’s blade, three collapsed to forfeits, and four flashy but brief clashes. The first round concluded swiftly.

Eight advanced to the quarterfinals.

Now Midi faced Ulhan the Ice Mage – a Death Scorpion family affiliate whose brother Uday’s death at Midi’s hands made this duel mortal combat.

All eyes locked onto the arena: Simon of the Death Scorpion family, their martial arts master, enigmatic Alexis, even Risen the Black Dragonkin.

A dark horse human expert versus established power. Who’d survive?

With Midi’s aggression and Ulhan’s ruthlessness, answers would come quickly.

"Human," Ulhan hissed, killing intent naked, "I’ll freeze you into an ice sculpture – alive yet dead. Your soul I’ll scorch with Black Dragonfire till ash remains."

"Since when do dark elves out-talk human nobles?" Midi chuckled, his Horn King Greatsword whipping up a brutal gale. "Let blades speak."

"Regret awaits." The Ice Mage attacked.

Arena temperatures plummeted.

Ulhan’s ice arts mirrored his late brother Uday’s, but at Level 64 versus Uday’s Level 63 mastery, his magic’s purity and frost control dwarfed the dead man’s.

Frost Domain. Ice Shard Barrage. Extreme Ice Bloom…

And high-tier Ice Mages’ signature move: Ice Dragon Dance.

One skill after another was unleashed in rapid succession at the most opportune moments, layer upon layer forming a seamless chain of suppression.

Uday had previously created a pure white frozen hell through frantic skill activation. Yet this ice prison couldn’t contain Midi, the battle deity shrouded in blood energy. Now, when Ulhan unleashed the same sequence of skills, it no longer formed a terrifying hell – but a suffocating Ice Prison!

An airtight fortress where every element supported the whole!

Yet Midi’s expression remained undisturbed. Had this assault come before he obtained the Horn King Greatsword, or during his initial wielding of it, such ferocity might have forced him to reveal his trump cards. Like when Mason’s "Illusion Formation" had compelled the then-inexperienced Midi to summon Eighth Apostle Rot for support.

But now, with his aura resonating perfectly with the greatsword, Midi could counter force with greater force!

His response to the descending Ice Prison was brutally simple.

One word –

Cut!

A blazing golden-red flash erupted through the glacial whiteness, like a crimson rose blooming in a snowstorm. Midi leaped skyward, charging straight at the roaring Ice Dragon.

The Ice Prison comprised multiple Ice Mage skills woven into a massive Composite Skill – both shield and spear. At its heart sat Ulhan, the self-proclaimed king upon his throne, manipulating life and death.

Though Midi had casually pierced through Uday’s defenses before, he showed no arrogance facing an opponent two levels higher. His Mountain-Sundering Slash aimed not at Ulhan, but at the prison’s structural core!

An avalanche-like roar shook the arena as Midi’s blade toppled a hundred-meter tornado. The collapsing vortex collided with another, their mutual destruction plunging the battlefield into chaos.

Yet Midi danced through the turmoil with impossible grace. The swirling golden-red Sword Lights around him vaporized every ice blade, hailstone, and frost storm – not a single icy fragment touched his hair.

He moved with speed belying his heavy weapon – leaping for overhead strikes, using Ghost Cry’s "Demon Shadow Flash" to redirect mid-air, even kicking off ice blocks shattered by casual slashes. Without activating "Sky Sword Dance", he flew through pure combat instinct!

This left even the haughty Representatives of major families stunned. But considering Midi’s year-long battles across the landless Sea of Clouds – where he’d flown more than walked – such aerial mastery made sense.

While dark elves of the Shaded Realm boasted higher levels and Dark Magic mastery, their understanding of three-dimensional combat was laughable. What did ground-bound creatures know of true flight? Their pitiful levitation couldn’t fathom skies Midi had conquered.

Without using flying skills, Midi’s hard-won aerial Experience let him carve irreparable gashes through the Ice Prison. The once-impenetrable fortress now resembled a crumbling dam under the Horn King Greatsword’s onslaught.

And now came the floodtide!

"Ulhan! Show me your remaining tricks!" Midi roared. The golden-red Sword Lights condensed into a single starlike point at his blade’s edge. Sword and wielder became one, hurtling toward the arena’s center like a living cannonball.

Magic shields tore like parchment. Ice walls exploded into powder. Midi’s velocity never faltered as he closed on Ulhan – a repeat of Uday’s demise seemed inevitable.

But Ulhan’s eyes glinted coldly.

"You think this suffices to kill me?" He sneered. Dazzling white light erupted from his grasp.

CLANG!

The metallic screech pierced eardrums. Midi’s certain kill-strike didn’t land – instead he went flying backwards as if hit by a siege ram. Skidding ten meters across frozen ground, he barely kept footing.

Across the arena stood Ulhan, impressively gripping a war spear radiating magic waves – forged from secret silver!

This guy… was a Melee Fighter?

For the first time since the bonfire gathering began, genuine shock flashed in Midi’s eyes.