This is day fourth after battle at the top Nalfrost stopped. The ancient mountain stood silent, its snow-covered peaks piercing the gray heavens like the fangs of a slumbering beast.All contestants who qualify for the final not show shadow they not even a little bit. The wind howled through empty training grounds, carrying whispers of power and ambition across the desolate landscape.Apparently each of them is late in training tight, or if No they Possible currently contemplation treat wound deep, wound magical attack due to battle magic nerve-wracking a number of time Then. Blood-stained bandages and shattered talismans littered their private chambers, evidence of the price paid for advancement.Peak Nalfrost with air cold eternal. Frost crystals hung suspended in the air, catching the weak sunlight and transforming it into prismatic rainbows that danced across the snow-covered ground.Guo Jiang appeared walk on pile snow, which falls from sky. His midnight-blue robes billowed aroun

This time longer than a day, compared to the fight between Avril when oppose Paisas Dragon. The spectators watched in awe and exhaustion, some collapsing from fatigue while the duelists fought on with seemingly endless reserves of power.Tonight is Evening peak fight between Avril Windrider against the Sea Serpent Dragon. The darkness seemed to intensify the magical energies being unleashed, each spell casting eerie shadows across the snow-covered arena.Meanwhile sky out there it seems dark, cloudy black roll hide light the moon and the stars, making battle of two figures awesome That increasingly brutal. The heavens themselves seemed to withdraw their light, unwilling to witness the savagery below.Accompanied screams Sea Serpent Dragon's pain, Avril ended the long rallies the feud against the dragon. The creature's death cry echoed across the mountain range, causing avalanches to cascade down distant slopes.With slash sword containing magical attack magic, Avril made sword sharp f

When all of his magical energy - his magical attack recovered to 100 percent - this meant he was back to his prime, Guo Jiang stomped his feet on the snowy ground with renewed vigor. The ancient runes carved into the soles of his boots glowed faintly in the moonlight, channeling qi through his meridians like liquid fire.The wings on the sides of his left and right shoes, crafted from the feathers of a thousand-year-old ice phoenix, carried him into the air - soaring with a roaring sound like the buzzing of pigeon wings mixed with the whistle of cutting wind. The crystalline formations on his battle robes shimmered as he ascended, each thread woven with protective enchantments passed down through seven generations.The Ice Crystal Sword was thrust forward, its blade singing with the harmony of ancient forging techniques, full of Magical Attack power to take the Wyvern Dragon's life. That roll of magical attack energy looked terrifying, crackling with the accumulated power of his culti

It was a quiet night at the top of the Nalfrost arena, where the spirits of ancient warriors were said to walk among the living. There was only the sound of the wind blowing through the branches of the Osmanthus trees, carrying whispers of forgotten battles and lost loves.Occasionally a flake of snow fell to the ground, with a sound like raindrops on silk, each crystal perfect in its formation.The shadow flashed between the Osmanthus trees, which were covered in thick snow that muffled all sound like nature's own silencing technique. Its eyes were bright as polished jade, reflecting the moonlight with predatory intensity, its demeanor agile and dexterous like a hunting cat.He must be an expert, his movements speaking of years spent perfecting the art of silent death. Its body floated like someone performing the legendary lightness skill, defying gravity with each graceful step.Each movement was light as a feather touched by morning dew. When his feet touched the branches and twigs

There was no snow on the summit of the Nalfrost arena that morning. The ancient stones gleamed with a frost-like sheen under the pale winter sun, their surfaces etched with runes of power that pulsed with faint blue light.Guo Jiang stood, on the north side among the snow-white Osmanthus trees. Their branches swayed gently in the mountain breeze, releasing a subtle fragrance that mingled with the crisp scent of winter.He was silent, looking like a sculpture carved by a master's hand. His midnight-blue robes rippled slightly in the cold wind, the embroidered silver phoenix on his collar catching the light with each subtle movement.Guo Jiang did not want to show off his aura, which now clearly showed that he was an expert at Meteor level one - also the magic power of Pseudo Master Spirit of Sage, or half-step to be called a full Spirit Sage. The air around him seemed unnaturally still, as if even the elements recognized his restraint.Amidst the cold wind, Guo Jiang thought to himself