I Only Tame Dragons

Chapter 186 The Frozen Wall of Defense

Gore tried to get up, but his body was betraying him. The freezing aura around Frigid had drained him of his stamina, and his enhanced stats were beginning to wane as the effect of the artifact wore off. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving, while Frigid stood tall and unshaken.

"You're persistent," Frigid said, his voice calm but carrying a weight that silenced the arena. "I'll give you that. But persistence isn't enough." Continue your adventure with My Virtual Library Empire

Gore snarled, dragging himself to his feet. His movements were sluggish, his punches now wild and desperate. He swung at Frigid, but the ice giant easily deflected the blows, his impenetrable defense holding firm.

Each failed attack only wore Gore down further, while Frigid's passive regeneration continued to restore him to full strength. Gore's health bar was dwindling, his stamina nearly depleted. He was losing ground with every passing second, and it was clear to everyone watching that he was outmatched.

They couldn't believe what they were witnessing. How could it be possible? The mighty leader of the Scarlet Blood Moon, feared across the land for his sheer brutality and unparalleled critical attacks, was being outmatched. And not by a rival swordsman or a cunning tactician—but by a block of ice?

The audience watched in stunned silence, their cheers dying in their throats. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Gore, the feared assassin who had crushed countless opponents, was now struggling against a foe who barely moved. His punches, fierce and relentless, had been reduced to nothing more than futile strikes against an unbreakable wall.

Even the members of the Scarlet Blood Moon, who had entered the arena brimming with confidence, now stood frozen in disbelief. Their expressions, once smug and sure of victory, were now masks of confusion and frustration.

They exchanged glances, silently asking the same question: How could this happen?

From the stands, the murmurs of disbelief grew louder.

"This is insane," someone said. "How is that ice giant holding him off like this?"

"It's not just defense," another spectator replied, shaking his head. "It's strategy. Frigid's making Gore waste all his energy. Look at him—he's slowing down."

In the arena, Gore's frustration was evident. His punches were still strong, but they lacked the precision and speed they'd had at the start of the fight. Frost clung to his armor and skin, slowing his movements and sapping his stamina. Every breath he took was shallow and labored, his chest heaving as he fought against the freezing air.

Meanwhile, Frigid remained steady, his icy composure unshaken. He wasn't fast, and his strikes weren't frequent, but when he did move, it was with purpose. Each heavy punch landed with enough force to send Gore staggering, and the freezing aura that accompanied every blow seemed to seep into his very bones.

The Scarlet Blood Moon members were visibly panicking now. Their leader, their champion, was being worn down. No matter how hard he fought, it was clear that the fight was slipping away from him.

"Come on, Gore!" one of them shouted, desperation in his voice. "You can't lose to this guy! You're the strongest—remember that!"

But even those words of encouragement sounded hollow. Gore's strength was undeniable, but strength alone wasn't enough. Against Frigid's impregnable defense and relentless regeneration, brute force was like a hammer striking water—it made an impact, but the surface quickly returned to its unbroken state.

The audience began to shift in their seats, the tension was high as their stakes was high. What they had expected to be a one-sided slaughter in Gore's favor had become something entirely different. Frigid's unyielding defense had turned the battle into a spectacle of endurance, a test of who could last longer.

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