Snow Giant

He had been observing Lancelot's swordsmanship throughout the previous battles.

Unlike his own [Sanzu River Style], Lancelot's swordsmanship was more fierce and decisive, like an eagle in a dive, carrying the momentum of a tiger, as if every sword he swung could break through ten thousand troops. Most importantly, his sword intent, which was ready to be unleashed, had truly reached the realm of breaking through the body and taking shape.

To have cultivated the Essence of Martial Arts to this level truly earns one the title of a strongman.

It was precisely because he comprehended his swordsmanship that Galan was able to make further progress on his original foundation and break through the bottleneck he had always faced.

Lancelot, still locked in fierce combat, cast a strange glance at him, while Kefa, standing behind him, clicked his tongue bitterly after witnessing his performance.

He originally thought that his opponent was only on par with him or slightly stronger in terms of strength.

But it seems that his opponent is miles ahead of him right now, and the only one who can possibly put him to a fight is Lancelot.

He really showed me his strength.

Despite the enemy's fierce attack, the battle did not last long.

These Snow Monster look rather childlike and are less aggressive than ordinary monsters from the outside world. They might be troublesome against ordinary villagers, since their opponents are ordinary people who lack systematic training and practical experience, but they are not capable of causing devastating damage to the Snow Village.

Otherwise, Snow Village would have fallen long before Galan and his group arrived.

However, they were no match for Lancelot, Galan, and the elite Mercenary Group.

Although they can easily blend into the surrounding snow due to their environment, which is also their most troublesome aspect, their speed has slowed down significantly over time, gradually revealing many weaknesses.

For example, if you fix their cores as Galan did before, they can no longer move. So the Mercenary Group followed suit, cooperating with each other to take down the Snow Monster one by one.

They were all experienced veterans, and their cooperation in battle often only required a glance. Galan and Lancelot, on the other hand, were even more straightforward and brutal. Under their fierce offensive, no Snow Monster could escape.

The two of them dealt with most of the Snow Monster as easily as chopping vegetables.

The Snow Monster, which had materialized into human form, lunged at the man with bared teeth and claws, but no matter how it attacked, it could easily dodge.

The heavy armor he wore looked like an ornament, not hindering his movements at all.

Just as the Snow Monster was about to strike again, the man didn't give it the chance. The gleaming Silver Sword only appeared in its eyes for a moment, and the next instant, its body was sliced in two diagonally.

"I didn't expect you to be this strong."

Lancelot sheathed his Silver Sword, his gaze towards Galan revealing undisguised surprise.

That previous slash had already given him quite a shock.

I never imagined that Galan, who had been teetering on the brink of life and death for years, would be able to demonstrate the essence of martial arts at such a young age.

"You're not bad either." Galan smiled; he had also dealt with a Snow Monster in front of him, but didn't use the same move again.

He seems to have entered a completely new realm, with significant improvements in everything from reaction time to other aspects.

I never imagined that breaking through my own limits would feel like this...

He took a deep breath of the cold air, but felt refreshed, like he had just finished exercising and sweating, or stepped out of the bathroom after a hot shower.

He didn't hold back in the face of Lancelot's praise.

After all, letting the other party know about you will prevent them from worrying too much about your safety.

Although they hadn't spent much time together, he could sense that Lancelot cared deeply about the safety of those around him, even someone like him, an outsider.

"No wonder Frog is so persistent in keeping you by his side..."

Galan thought to himself.

Suddenly, a mercenary not far away seemed to have noticed something and hurriedly ran towards them.

His figure was extremely disheveled, and Lancelot noticed him. He knew that unless he had encountered some insurmountable problem, the other party would never be in such a sorry state.

"Boss! Before that guy could finish speaking, a huge ice pillar fell from the sky, piercing deep into his feet and tearing off a large chunk of flesh from his calf. Blood splattered on the ice pillar, making it look extremely gruesome."

He knelt on the ground in pain, but only groaned twice before pulling on one leg and continuing to run towards the two of them.

He glanced at his legs and knew he was no longer of any use in the upcoming battle, so he at least couldn't cause any more trouble for the others.

Behind the mercenaries, a giant snowman, about seven meters tall, crawled out of a hollow in the snow.

Like a demon awakening from its slumber, it reveals its Healing Fangs.

As the snow fell heavily from above, two eyeballs formed from ice crystals were revealed. Its arms were slightly raised, and powerful elemental energy gathered around it, condensing into an ice pillar. The giant's hand gently brushed across the surface of the ice pillar, which, as if meticulously sculpted, transformed into an ice spike. Then, it assumed a throwing posture, and the two-meter-long, sharp ice spike, like a javelin, was hurled mercilessly at the limping mercenary, clearly not intending to let him leave alive.

"Oh!

Lancelot's figure flashed behind the man almost instantly. His Silver Sword sliced through the ice spikes and was instantly cleaved in two, flying off in two different directions.

"So there was such a big one hidden away."

"Boss... it seems like when they get together, they turn into that."

The mercenary tugged at his legs; despite the freezing environment, he was already drenched in cold sweat.

If Lancelot hadn't intervened in time, his body would probably be half-cold by now.

I saw it.

A serious expression appeared in Lancelot's eyes.

As he said, the Snow Giant is still growing larger.

The remaining Snow Monster kept running towards it, only to be melted into its body. So this thing works on the same principle as Snake...?

No wonder those Snow Monsters that tried to escape were all running in the same direction; they seemed to be trying to gather their strength to launch a counterattack.

"Galan?"

"We can't let it wreak havoc on the village like this, otherwise we won't feel safe taking the grain."

At this moment, Galan also came to Lancelot's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, clearly intending to fight alongside him.

"You should all evacuate first." Lancelot understood his meaning and didn't say anything more pretentious.

Galan's strength is definitely no less than his own, so there's no need for him to worry about him now.