"You are truly surprising, to be able to match the great Hell Monarch in physical strength.
But mortals are still mortals. No matter how strong a mortal may be, they cannot contend with a god." Samael flew into the air and looked down at Aaron, his golden pupils filled with divine majesty.
"Still, you are worthy of me remembering your name for making a god take you somewhat seriously, Aaron Gaius."
Aaron froze for a moment, then laughed awkwardly. "I still prefer Thrór. He's a god too, and he's no weaker than you, but he doesn't have that holier-than-thou attitude."
Samael's gaze turned cold as he casually waved his hand.
The snowflakes filling the sky froze in midair, gathering together into icy blades that swept toward Aaron to tear him apart.
"Damn it!"
Aaron cursed and immediately sprinted away, evading the killing intent rushing toward him.
Watching Aaron flee frantically, Samael once again found the sense of superiority that came with being a god.
With a slight flick of his fingertip, the ice blades immediately changed direction and became even faster.
"You're going too far."
Seeing the ice blades appear from every direction, surrounding him completely without leaving a single blind spot, Aaron immediately gathered his strength and slammed a fist into the ground.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Shockwaves spread outward in rings, leaving layer after layer of circular depressions across the shattered ground.
Powerful wind pressure burst outward from Aaron, shattering every incoming ice blade.
"Impressive, truly impressive." Samael applauded. "But how many times can you block it?"
"Once you leave your parasitic host and fight using nothing but physical strength, nobody may notice in this sparsely populated Siberia.
But if you use magic power, how long do you think it'll take Kamar-Taj to find you? Will the Sorcerer Supreme