Chapter 496 - Winter (2/2)

Noah wasn't a person who spoke in battle, he was a person who hardly spoke at all. Yet, he was actually doing exactly that now?

”Though your Fist Force is powerful, it's only the product of someone else's understanding. I'll show you the true Four Seasons Realm.”

Noah's indifferent voice faded beneath the sound of howling winds. At that moment, the temperature plummeted, an icy chill seeping into all of their bodies.

In the beginning, Noah thought that Leonel's Fist Force had been comprehended by himself. This reality left him feeling somewhat stifled. To succeed in such a thing at such a young age was far beyond anything Noah had ever seen before.

But, it was after Noah's fist came into contact with Leonel's that he knew that this wasn't quite right. Somehow, Leonel's Four Seasons Realm seemed above the Second Tier comprehension, but below the self-comprehended Third Tier. This gave the illusion that it was more powerful than it really was.

That said… even though Noah hadn't reached Completion of the Four Seasons Realm and could only embody Winter…

He had relied on himself.

Noah shot forward, his icy blue blade carrying with it the heart of winters' past.

Leonel stood amidst the harsh winds. He could even feel his own Universe Force weakening beneath Noah's.

Images of a harsh winter landscape enveloped the battlefield. The sun in the sky seemed to dim and the land beneath their feet seemed to quickly become covered in ice.

Leonel sank into a boxer's stance.

He didn't keep his spear hidden as a trump card. He didn't ignore his bow for the sake of making a point. He used his fists simply because he wanted to feel Noah's flesh deform beneath his knuckles, he wanted to savor the cracking of his bones, the bleeding of his flesh.

They say that every Dragon has a reverse scale… It was just unfortunate that Noah had yet to realize that he had touched Leonel's.

Leonel's right hand hung up by his chin, his left leaning forward. Just when Noah's icy domain seemed to envelop him completely, he moved again, the violet-red of his gaze flickering.

Leonel's left jabbed. It was a movement without the slightest wasted effort. Images of a winged swordsman perfectly matching his footwork to his attacks played in Leonel's mind, allowing his body to slide into the Style seamlessly.

A halo of Universe Force coated Leonel's fist as he met Noah's blade.

All the air of the battlefield seemed to surge toward the two. Barely a foot of space separated Noah's blade from the flesh of Leonel's fist, but neither could seem to move forward even another inch.

SHUUU! BANG!

The air concentrated into a single point before exploding outward with a raging ferocity. The accumulating snow was blasted away, leaving a crater of brown soil around them.

Noah's emerald eyes looked down at Leonel, his white gold hair whipping beneath the aftermath of their clash.

Leonel looked up to meet his gaze, a fury hidden deep within their indifference.

Noah coughed suddenly, blood leaking from his lips as his arm trembled.