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"Boom."
Cook strode toward Merilon, slamming his right foot down hard as though the entire ground were shaking. At the same time, Cook raised his greatsword high. Still several meters away from Merilon, he let out a loud shout and brought the greatsword slashing straight down.
"Whoosh."
A dazzling light appeared, and the moment it emerged, it felt like a bone-chilling frost. The snowflakes drifting down from the sky were frozen solid instantly.
"Crack, crack."
The greatsword in Cook's hand suddenly grew several times in size, entirely encased in thick, congealed ice crystals. Under Cook's immense strength, this greatsword, made almost entirely of ice crystals, burst apart, and countless tiny ice crystals flew toward Merilon like a rainstorm.
Cook was a Frost Swordsman, and he displayed his fifth-level strength to the fullest, already capable of bursting the power of the ice element outward across the air.
This was the essential difference between an intermediate Elemental Swordsman and a low-level Elemental Swordsman. Aside from possessing presence,