Chapter 173: Ice Vs Fire [2/2]
The hearts of thousands of humans both in Central City and the real world tightened when they saw the fierce attack.
However, just before the countless ice spikes struck their target, the figure standing there suddenly dissolved into a flaming afterimage, causing every ice spike to hit empty space.
BOOM! BOOOM!
Helen had already used the explosive propulsion of her flames to propel herself dozens of meters away in an instant.
She did not immediately launch a counterattack. She continuously swung her staff. One fist sized fireball after another condensed into existence.
However, instead of flying toward her opponent, each fireball landed with remarkable precision at different locations throughout the arena.
As time passed, more and more fireballs scattered throughout the battlefield.
Before long, dozens of blazing flames burned across every corner of the arena, silently spreading throughout the battlefield.
The Sorath player slightly frowned.
"What is she up to...?"
Even now, he still couldn’t understand what Helen intended to accomplish by shooting those fireballs at random locations. Still, he remained very courteous and wary because even though the humans were the weakest after the Keth, they were still very dangerous.
And the next moment, his train of thought proved correct as Helen gently waved her staff.
The scattered flames across the battlefield suddenly connected together simultaneously.
Crimson streams of fire rapidly intertwined, merging into an enormous magic formation that covered the entire arena.
RUMBLE—!!
Accompanied by a deafening roar, dozens of blazing pillars of fire erupted into the sky simultaneously.
Terrifying heat spread in every direction.
Within moments, the entire arena had transformed into a blazing prison of fire.
The audience instantly exploded into even louder cries of astonishment.
"So that’s it..."
Count Dragon’s eyes flashed with unmistakable admiration as he slowly nodded.
"Those fireballs were never meant to attack in the first place. She was quietly constructing an enormous magic formation throughout the battlefield. What she truly excels at has never been simple destructive firepower, but using her nearly absolute mastery over the fire element to gradually transform the entire battlefield into her own domain."
Just as the human side thought they had the advantage in the fight, the Sorath player suddenly revealed a cold smile.
BOOM—!
An icy aura several times more terrifying than before erupted completely from his body.
The entire arena transformed into a frozen world.
Howling winds screamed. A raging blizzard swept across the battlefield. Bone chilling cold spread in every direction.
The ground rapidly froze before everyone’s eyes.
Even the towering pillars of fire began to be wrapped layer by layer in thick ice.
The blazing flames continuously shrank, as though they would be extinguished at any moment.
Only then, for the very first time, Helen’s calm expression became serious.
Strong...
She could clearly sense that the ice power her opponent was releasing now was several times stronger than before.
That overwhelming cold had already begun suppressing the fire element within her own body.
Inside the VIP viewing platform high above, Arthur’s gaze was as cold as ever.
From the moment the battle began until now, the expression on his face had barely changed.
He still maintained the calm dignity befitting the President of the Players Association. Only this time, the right hand that had been casually resting on the armrest had unconsciously tightened into a fist.
His deep, piercing eyes never once left the crimson robed figure standing within the arena.
Though his expression remained composed, a trace of concern unique to a father quietly appeared within his gaze.
The senior officials seated beside him exchanged silent glances. They all understood...
The one standing in the arena was not merely one of the Players Association’s brightest players. She was also Arthur’s only daughter.
Inside the arena, the freezing tide continued advancing.
Under the overwhelming pressure of the endless blizzard, Helen steadily retreated until she reached one corner of the battlefield.
Just when everyone believed she was about to be completely overwhelmed, she slowly closed her eyes and gently raised her staff.
Hummm—
An enormous magic circle radiating crimson gold light slowly appeared beneath her feet.
Its intricate and mysterious runes continuously expanded outward.
Immediately afterward, the flames that had remained scattered throughout the arena, those that had not yet been completely extinguished, began violently trembling at the same time.
As though responding to an invisible summons, every single flame transformed into blazing torrents of fire, rushing toward Helen from every direction.
Don’t tell me...
The Sorath player’s pupils suddenly contracted as he finally understood.
Those flames had never been intended for attack.
From the very beginning, they had been seeds of fire deliberately planted throughout the battlefield by Helen.
She had been waiting for this exact moment.
Waiting until the entire arena had been consumed by ice before using those hidden flames scattered across the battlefield to unleash the spell she had been preparing all along.
BOOM—!!
Dozens of blazing torrents of fire instantly converged at the tip of her staff.
The immense fire element compressed and condensed at an unprecedented speed, causing the temperature throughout the entire arena to skyrocket as it violently collided head on with the overwhelming tide of ice.
BOOOOOOM—!!
The instant those two completely opposing elemental forces collided head on, an earth shattering explosion erupted from the very center of the arena. The terrifying shockwave generated by the impact spread outward in all directions like an invisible tidal wave, causing the entire energy barrier surrounding the battlefield to tremble violently as countless ripples continuously spread across its surface.
At the same time, an unimaginable amount of blazing steam exploded into the sky where fire and ice met, rapidly swallowing the entire battlefield until neither Helen nor the Sorath player could be seen any longer, leaving behind nothing but a vast white curtain that completely obscured everyone’s vision.
The deafening cheers that had filled the arena only moments earlier gradually faded into silence as hundreds of thousands of spectators instinctively leaned forward in their seats, countless pairs of eyes fixed unblinkingly upon the dense cloud of steam before them, each person anxiously waiting to discover whose attack had ultimately prevailed.
Even the commentators unconsciously fell silent.
Crack!
The armrest of Arthur’s chair finally snapped into splinters as his fingers tightened with far more force than he himself realized.
The dense curtain of steam continued to churn violently.
Suddenly, right at that moment, a faint silhouette slowly appeared within the mist.
"Someone’s coming out!"
The countless spectators instinctively held their breath.
As the figure gradually became clearer, countless eyes widened in disbelief.
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