Hand-to-Hand Combat

The next moment, the Golden Blade appeared in Yuan Luo's hand.

Yuan Luo looked as though he were facing a formidable enemy, his focus sharpened to its peak.

He had to face this frog with everything he had. It gave Yuan Luo a terrifying feeling.

This aura did not seem to belong to the frog itself.

"Croak!"

Another wave of Ice Spikes came hurtling toward him.

These Ice Spikes seemed somewhat different. Ordinary ice was transparent or translucent, yet the ice released by this frog was Milky White.

Moreover, these Milky White Ice Spikes were colder than ordinary ice, and several times harder.

"Whoosh!"

A string of Golden Needles shot from his hand, flying straight toward the Ice Spikes.

There were far more Golden Needles than Ice Spikes, but in the end, they could not even block half of them.

Three Golden Needles could offset only one Ice Spike.

Yuan Luo's face twitched. How was he supposed to fight this?

After thinking for a second, Yuan Luo gave a bitter smile.

He really was about to become the kind of person he least wanted to be.

A glint flashed through his eyes.

It seemed he could not slack off in this battle.

As the veins across his body bulged, a peculiar radiance spread over Yuan Luo's skin.

His face remained utterly calm, without the slightest trace of excitement or panic.

The longsword in his hand shrank somewhat, but its golden glow became even more condensed.

At that moment, the Golden Blade abruptly became solid.

The frog attacked.

Its legs kicked off the ground, and its entire body appeared ten meters in the air.

Then it rapidly descended, extending its left leg. The powerful, sinewy limb sent a chill through anyone who saw it.

As the frog was about to strike Yuan Luo, Yuan Luo's expression did not change in the slightest.

He raised his blade horizontally above him, pressing his left hand against the blade to block the frog's attack.

The frog's foot slammed into the blade. A terrifying wave of cold burst forth, scattering all the snow across the ground and leaving behind only a smooth sheet of ice.

The Ice Layer beneath Yuan Luo's feet sank, and the surface cracked slightly.

After failing to land its attack, the frog borrowed Yuan Luo's force and swiftly leaped back to its original spot.

Yuan Luo stretched his neck, his blade pointed directly at the frog.

In truth, Yuan Luo was strongest in close combat.

Ever since escaping from Qian Renxue's grasp, he had understood the importance of having a strong body.

The system had greatly improved his physical abilities, but he had never truly developed them.

For someone who slacked off, personal strength was the foundation of slacking off.

Over the past three years, he had slacked off for half of every day and trained for the other half.

Like Tang San's later training, he had endured the pounding of a natural waterfall.

Under that constant battering, his body had shed two layers of skin, and his skin had become increasingly supple and tough.

His bones, in particular, were several times sturdier than the delicate bodies of those beauties from before.

As Yuan Luo's gaze shifted, the Ice Layer beneath his feet burst apart, and his figure appeared beside the frog.

The corner of his mouth curled slightly as he swiftly swung his blade with his right hand.

The blade moved so fast that, to an outsider, it looked like nothing more than a semicircle.

"Ha!"

The frog seemed not to have reacted yet when the Golden Blade had already reached its neck.

The frog's expression changed drastically, and by instinct, all the muscles across its body swelled.

Its neck now looked as thick and sturdy as a thigh.

When the Golden Blade struck its neck, it was like chopping into granite—unbelievably tough.

Yuan Luo exerted more force, the veins in his arm fully exposed.

Even so, he only left a shallow wound across the frog's neck.

Just as Yuan Luo was about to pull back his blade, the frog finally reacted.

That fist, which had degenerated and then regrown, shot straight toward Yuan Luo's lower abdomen with all its strength.

"Fuck!"

His left hand shot downward, clamping tightly around the frog's fist.

At that very moment, Yuan Luo's hand turned ice-cold. His entire hand began to freeze from the outside in. In half a second, he felt the chill seep through his skin, trying to freeze his blood.

A tremendous force struck him, sending his body stumbling backward out of control.

Even as he retreated, Yuan Luo did not forget to attack.

Several Milky White threads had already appeared across the frog's body. This was what the golden threads looked like when frozen.

With a sharp pull, Yuan Luo's rapidly retreating body flew back toward the frog.

He gripped the blade in both hands, its tip aimed at the frog.

His speed reached its limit. The blade tip scraped against the air and threw off sparks that splashed onto Yuan Luo's face, stinging slightly.

The blade tip pierced the frog's chest. The instant it touched the skin, Yuan Luo felt as though something was pushing outward.

Oh, shit!

The muscles were actually growing slowly, forcing the blade—which had already sunk three centimeters in—to move back out of the wound.

His left foot struck the ground as he pulled out the Golden Blade, bringing a stream of blood with it.

His body rolled through the air, and his right leg lashed out, kicking the frog hard in the chest.

Using the recoil, Yuan Luo flipped several times in midair before landing on the Ice Layer behind him.

As the frog's muscles expanded, its wound vanished at a visible rate, eventually returning to normal.

"So strong? Even my sharpness doesn't have the advantage!"

This was the first time his sharpness had encountered an opponent.

Looking at those muscles, it was not that his sharpness was lacking. More likely, the muscles had wrapped around the Golden Blade, leaving it unable to cut any deeper.

What incredible muscles!

He had not expected them to be usable like this!

The frog seemed somewhat angered. Before it had even calmed down, it charged Yuan Luo.

Yuan Luo set down his blade. If they were fighting hand-to-hand, he could not cheat.

He threw a punch, locking fists with the frog.

After that exchange, Yuan Luo and the frog separated. He looked at his trembling hand.

He had not expected this Bodybuilder Frog's fists to be so hard.

Yuan Luo stepped forward with his back foot. In terms of physique, no one could compare with him.

One punch!

The force of the punch stirred the snowflakes in the air, while pits appeared across the ground.

Two punches!

The ground had already been battered beyond recognition.

Three punches!

Several smooth holes had appeared in the cliff behind them.

Four punches!

Yuan Luo's hand felt as though it were swimming in boiling water.

Five punches!

Yuan Luo's heart boiled, and he felt as if a surge of heat were about to burst out.

Six punches!

He could not take it anymore. Time to cheat.

Before his fist even arrived, golden light gathered around Yuan Luo's knuckles, forming something like a drill.

As the fist-drills collided, one of the frog's fists exploded outright, leaving only an arm.

Yuan Luo did not feel much better either. The force of the sixth punch entered his body, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

What a joke. How could a salted fish like me trade punches with you?

You looking down on me, Yuan Luo?

Blood flowed from the frog's arm. The moment it dripped onto the ground, it became blood crystals. The mangled arm was surrounded by Milky White ice, and no more blood flowed from it.

Something's not right?

If this was Soul Beast Ice, shouldn't its ice attribute be incredibly strong? Why was it only using its physical body?

The moment the thought appeared in his mind, a sudden sense of danger rose in Yuan Luo's heart.

At that instant, the entire icy ground began to rise. The surroundings closed in, forming an enormous Ice House that trapped Yuan Luo inside.

This Ice House was at least ten meters tall and covered an enormous area.

Yuan Luo stood inside, as though he alone occupied an entire imperial palace.

The temperature inside gradually dropped.

Yuan Luo swung several blade arcs at the walls, leaving only a few cracks before they vanished.

The next moment, the Ice House seemed to light up with a milky white glow. Ice Spikes of varying sizes appeared all over the walls—sharp, tiny, terrifying!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

All the Ice Spikes broke free and shot at Yuan Luo in a single torrent.

"Fuck! Ruthless!"

If he failed to dodge these Ice Spikes, Yuan Luo would definitely become a porcupine—and there would be no chance of survival.

The Ice Spikes tore through the room, producing immense roaring sounds.

The Wind Thunder Sound echoed out, while the light reflected by the Ice Spikes filled the entire room with a bizarre, kaleidoscopic radiance.

At that moment, Yuan Luo's left arm lit up with a silvery-white glow. The Soul Bone Skill he had yet to use erupted at last.