Chapter 395: Learning to Lie from the Captain

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By now, Kela had already entered the arena, stepping into her frost domain. Thick layers of frost instantly coated her dark eyebrows, and even her movements seemed to stiffen in that moment. Yet, Kela still performed a proper fist salute, clasping her fists toward her opponent: "I await your guidance!"

To dare walk straight into her frost domain—truly an idiot of a beastwoman.

A faint chill flashed across Collinsna's delicate face. She had no interest in pleasantries with this beastwoman. With a slight flick of her right hand, an icicle spike abruptly erupted from beneath Kela's feet!

Compared to master ice witches, this icicle spike lacked in both speed and stealth. But Collinsna relied on her expansive frost domain, which drastically slowed her opponent's reflexes and movements. She didn’t even bother glancing—given how Kela’s eyebrows had frosted over and her body stiffened, this strike was a sure hit.

Yet, the supposedly unavoidable spike missed entirely.

Not only did it miss, but the beastwoman had vanished in that instant.

Collinsna froze momentarily, then spotted a figure streaking toward her from the left at astonishing speed, like a fired cannonball. But—how was this possible?!

The freezing air within her frost domain should have numbed limbs and robbed agility. Yet this beastwoman moved as if completely unaffected, her limbs fluid—displaying terrifying resistance to icy chill. Where did this beastwoman get such frost resistance?

Moreover, the frozen ground was glass-slick. Aside from ice witches accustomed to frost, most people would struggle just to stand, let alone run. Yet the beastwoman skated across it with impossible speed, so fast Collinsna could barely track her. How—how was she doing this?!

The beastwoman closed the distance too quickly for thought. Collinsna instinctively raised her hand, summoning a wall of ice to block Kela’s path.

But Kela pivoted mid-step, performing a sharp turn on the slick ice, slipping past the barrier without losing momentum as she lunged like lightning!

Collinsna gasped. This time, up close, she finally saw it.

The beastwoman was running on all fours, her body low to the ground.

Her fingers were clawed, each step driving deep into the slippery ice to anchor herself before propelling forward with arm strength. When releasing her grip, she forcibly shattered the ice, creating footholds for her following steps.

This perfect coordination of limbs rendered the ice witch’s control field utterly useless. The sheer speed left Collinsna questioning reality.

What the hell… was this even human?

In that stunned moment, the agile figure pounced like a leopard, closing the gap instantly!

Powerful fingers clamped around Collinsna’s throat, lifting the terrified ice witch clean off her feet.

Kela’s glowing amber slit eyes radiated a feral intensity, staring indifferently at the witch in her grip. "Yield."

An ice witch—one specialized in control, no less—now held by the throat by a martial artist. What reason was there not to yield?

But to lose this fast… and to a beastwoman, no less.

Rage seethed in Collinsna. She struggled, attempting to cast, but the moment her spirit energy stirred, those clawed fingers dug deeper into her neck. A fraction more force, and blood would gush.

Collinsna froze. But resentment flared in her eyes. "H-How can you ignore my frost?!"

"I don't know," Kela replied with a wry grin.

There were more matches ahead—no way she’d reveal her spell immunity. After following her captain for so long, she’d picked up a thing or two about lying. "Just didn’t feel anything. Guess it’s natural." N-Natural? Ice and fire immunity?!

Facing a martial artist with high frost resistance—one she couldn’t immobilize—her choice to duel as a control-specialized ice witch had been a colossal blunder.

Collinsna’s defiant gaze dimmed. Her hands fell limply to her sides.

The stands, still buzzing with post-mortems of the prince’s defeat—some angrily claiming Winnie Lee’s victory cheap due to her extra Spirit Beast—snapped to silence as they witnessed Collinsna lifted one-handed by Kela.

Hold up—did the second match just end? Hell, another two-zip?!

The score of two-zero instantly jolted the mourning Londom citizens awake. Whether it was the underground black market betting pools or the Londom warriors themselves, they had planned to take down Rose right here in Reykja City. But now, not only was there no takedown, they might actually lose? And what was even more infuriating was losing to that Beastman!

Losing to Ice Spirit or Rose was one thing, but since when could filthy creatures like Beastmen strut around Londom's territory so brazenly?

The spectators in the stands were seething with rage, but before they could unleash their fury, they saw the third fighter sent out by the Old Wang Squad.

"Wu Di."

Wang Feng was thoroughly smug. Recently, he had been feeling more and more theatrical. As a teacher, nothing was more satisfying than having talented, hardworking, and obedient students. Aside from Winnie, who loved challenging his authority, the rest were all obedient students. The Holy Sanctuary disciples nowadays were like greenhouse flowers, completely trapped in their own rules and ideas, oblivious to the outside world. The battle at Dragon City had awakened some, but many still remained asleep.

Amid the chorus of curses, Wu Di's expression remained unchanged. After several brutal battles and the awakening of his Behemoth bloodline, he was no longer the shy guy who could be easily swayed by the voices around him.

On the opposing side, after two consecutive losses, the Londom team was in disarray—their captain still unconscious, their vice-captain useless. The remaining members whispered among themselves, visibly flustered. But when they saw Wu Di step onto the stage, they felt a slight sense of relief.

They had studied Rose's lineup meticulously, devising targeted tactics for each member. And Wu Di, in their eyes, was the easiest target among Rose's fighters. The Golden Behemoth indeed possessed unparalleled strength, but it also had a fatal flaw—speed! And for ice witches fighting on their home turf, speed was precisely what they excelled at. The Londom team had long since decided on the perfect counter for Wu Di.

A lean, wiry man stepped forward from the Londom team, hands clasped behind his back, and took his place on the field.

Ice Spike Katalev. His features were sharp, with hawk-like eyes and a hooked nose. His deep blue eyes carried a chilling coldness as he stared coldly at Wu Di ahead.

The ground was still littered with remnants of frost from the previous battle, the air bitingly frigid.

"Teach me," Wu Di clasped his fists in the traditional Beastman salute.

A faint smirk curled at Katalev's lips. He didn’t respond, instead silently spreading his soul force. A wave of piercing cold immediately seeped outward, layering over the frost left by the previous fighter and covering nearly half the arena in a thin sheet of ice.

The cold was invasive. While awakened Beastmen had some resistance to witchcraft, not everyone could reach Kela's level.

Wu Di felt his entire body freeze to the core, his fingers stiffening unnaturally. He didn’t dare toy with his opponent like Winnie did—to a Beastman, battle had one rule: when you strike, you give it your all.

A violent surge of soul force erupted from Wu Di’s body. If his last transformation had been a fluke, then this time—after a full month of travel and Old Wang’s guidance—he had truly mastered it.

Golden energy lines suddenly surfaced across his body, the radiant lines rapidly spreading along his blood vessels.

*Thump! Thump!*

His heartbeat grew thunderous. Wu Di’s muscles swelled unnaturally, the golden veins pulsing and surging grotesquely.

His skin took on a pale golden hue, then began to warp and mutate. His neck and arms swelled massively, followed by his entire body. His face turned savage, tusks protruding. In just two or three seconds, he had transformed into a three-meter-tall, two-meter-long-armed Golden Behemoth!

*Roar!*

Wu Di’s eyes had completely changed. Unlike his previous uncontrolled roar, this one carried terrifying force, the sound waves dispersing even the surrounding icy mist. His ferocious appearance sent many women in the stands screaming.

But his opponent, Katalev, didn’t seize the chance to attack. Instead, a faint smile crept onto his icy face.

*Shing!*

With a flick of his wrists, two gleaming blades slid from his sleeves into his palms—Yakray Daggers!

Named after Londom’s founding ancestor and serving as a symbol of the city, Yakray Daggers were renowned across the Nine Heavens Continent. Their unique ice-forging technique was unique to Londom. Not only did they possess unparalleled affinity for ice elements, but they were also harder and sharper than metal, making them perfect for ice-based battle mages.

Katalev’s lips curled slightly.

Stop the transformation? Why bother?

He was an assassin—the fastest in the Winter Holy Sanctuary. He paid no mind whether Wu Di’s attack power was "one" or "one hundred." Sure, the Beastman’s strength had skyrocketed after transforming, but his speed would inevitably suffer.

*Whoosh!*

Wu Di’s head snapped toward him.

Unlike his first transformation, where he had been uncontrolled and wild, Wu Di now had much better control over his Behemoth form—at least his consciousness remained sharp. Though, in truth, his awareness was somewhat redundant in this state. His body’s instincts performed far better in combat than his deliberate thoughts...

But his physique and soul force had undeniably strengthened. The cold around him now affected him far less. His eyes no longer held the pure frenzy of a Behemoth, but they were still predatory and focused—a far cry from the gentle Wu Di of usual. "I see you," Wu Di rumbled, his voice low and excited. His left leg suddenly slammed down hard.