Kapitel 420: Frozen Arena
The South Head's voice was broadcasted across the Arena, "I thank the West for giving us the confidence we were lacking. That's why I state my own challenge. Much like the West I challenge the East Province to a battle of two! Will you accept."
The East Province Head's voice spoke in a calm voice, "We accept."
"Wonderful! My two candidates shall be Wrock and Akiol, as for the two we challenge. . .", Horrow paused for dramatic effect, "We shall let the East decide!"
The audience experience a bit of shock. To challenge a Province and let them choose their fighters was a boastful move. Essentially stating they had full confidence in their own candidates! Such a bold move!
"Ha, the West gave you confidence indeed! Very well, I choose the Twin Shadows Ying, and Intel of the Frozen Palace!"
Horrow narrowed his eyes, "Intel? They surely aren't messing about."
Aaron shook his head, "I told you."
Projecting his voice Horrow spoke, "Excellent! Let's see our fighters enter the Arena!"
As Akiol and Wrock entered the Arena Akiol asked, "Horrow seemed kind of concerned at the name Intel. What's our game plan?"
"Win?", Wrock answered with a befuddled expression.
An exasperated sigh left Akiol's lips, "I'm serious man, after my fight with the Sword Saint I don't think the members of The Gated Arena are to be underestimated."
"To beat you in three moves is indeed not simple. I'll take on this Intel, you take on Ying. If it proves to be too much then we can tag team."
"Ah that method?"
"Bingo."
"Alright, don't lose within a few moves."
"Oh you picking a fight now?"
The South Providence Head's voice broadcasted across the Arena, "Let's begin the fight!"
Three seconds. That was how long it took for Akiol and Wrock to lose the initiative.
The first second a chill spread across the Arena, cold enough to form frost at the walls and floor of the Arena. The next second a blinding wall of ice formed and traveled towards the two. The third second the half of the Arena Wrock and Akiol were in was covered in ice. It was worth mentioning the Arena was in no way small. It was designed to host a fight of twenty people with enough space. To cover half of this Arena in ice in a mere three seconds while having the power of a Second Stage was a jaw dropping feat.
Intel exhaled a breath that frosted in the air, "I thought they would have some sort of card. To think that this was enough."
Ying rested in a crouched position, "We should keep an eye out just in case. They might be like Igneel."
"Being able to move while completely encased in ice isn't easy. My magic isn't that weak-"
Crrck-
The ice exploded as it shattered, freeing both Akiol and Wrock. Wrock gasped for air, "That was so mean! Not even a pleasant greeting?!"
Intel narrowed her eyes, "Well, it seems something happened."
Akiol twirled Stars with his hand, "So much ice, I guess I can see why they call you 'of the Frozen Palace' now."
Ying stood up, "See? We shouldn't get confident."
Intel lifted a hand and formed a spear made of ice, "Then let's finish things."
"Wrock, they're coming.", Akiol warned.
"I almost done with the cold, I'll be fine!"
Akiol lifted his sword and clashed with an incoming blow. A sturdy metal baton pushed against his blade. Ying's expression wavered for a moment, "You mean to tell me you're still Second Stage and have this much strength?!"
Pang~!
Deflecting the baton Akiol rushed forward, his sword swinging rapidly. Ying lifted her batons and matched his tempo, blocking and deflecting his every blow. Akiol rapidly found several weaknesses he could take advantage of. By his estimate the person he was facing against was of a higher Stage than he, but due to the effect of the Arena he didn't need to worry about that. In fact it could even be in his favor. Ying would need a bit to fully adjusted to the weaker state, and because of it her movements were heavily flawed.
It was the same issue Akiol had when he first joined A World's Legacy. Granted, Ying would adjust much faster than he did. He estimated that within thirty seconds Ying would have fully adjusted. So he needed to take advantage of that immediately!
Wrock held a hand to his chest. The ice he dealt with was far from simple. A chilling cold bit right through his skin. It slowed his entire being, made his movements lethargic. Such an instant cold would leave him weakened. He felt a bit of jealousy for Akiol's slime body, and it's incredible adaptive properties. However this feeling was only momentary.
Cold wasn't simple to treat, despite him wielding flame. Just instantly warming it back up with a power flame could lead to more complications and might just damage him further. So he was forced to slowly warm up the frosted bits of his body. Thankfully he was able to prepare himself from turning into a frozen statue completely. When the wave of ice approached he managed to protect himself with a bit of Spirit, although it wasn't much and couldn't completely save him.
With a light click of his tongue he raised his hands, time was up. There was still some frost left, but he could deal with that slowly in battle. For now he would play defensively.
An ice spear entered his sights, the temperature around it was significantly colder than the rest of the Arena, even after it was turned into an icefield. Wrock felt that the moment he got hit by the spear he would very well be done for.
Leaning he managed to dodge the spear, albeit barely. The cold tip almost grazed his ear, but the freezing cold around it made frost rapidly accumulate. Wrock grit his teeth and threw a fist forward, making Intel retract her attack and switch to a defensive posture.
His fist almost touched the spear. With quick reaction he stopped his attack and retreated. His body continuing to slow from the frost. Gritting his teeth he threw out a frost covered breath, "Talk about cold! This is going to make me start shivering, can't we take things a little more lightly!?"
"Blame your own inability to deal with it.", Intel was clearly not entertaining the lighthearted banter.
"I really just don't want to use all my cards in my first match! How about a bit of sportsmanship?", Wrock wasn't deterred by her cold emotion.
"No."
"Well can't argue with that, don't blame me if you regret it though!"
Wrock lifted a leg and stomped the ground, light blue embers fell from his body. Intel instinctively raised her spear in a defensive position.
For the sight she saw was that of a large Phoenix!
Taking up a stance Wrock bent forward slightly. Empowering his body with Spirit would rise his temperature to dangerous levels, so that was out of the picture! The flashy show was nothing more than a bluff! Launching forward he attempted to grasp the small opening, but Intel was quicker to adapt!
Her spear thrust forward in rapid stabs. Wrock felt the air move and maneuvered through the strikes, managing to avoid any direct contact. Regardless the ambient cold around the spear was causing frost to form on his skin! It clung to his joints, weighed on his skin, and most importantly slowed his movements!
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
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Stein