Meanwhile, water vapor was drawn from the surrounding air and rapidly condensed beneath Han's feet.
In moments, an ice field dozens of meters across had formed around Han, and it kept growing.
The ice reached Gabe's feet in the blink of an eye.
Gabe leaped up. The ice spread beneath him, and he came down hard on it.
Shattered ice sprayed in every direction like shards of glass.
Gabe knew that if he failed to dodge, Han could make the ice climb from his feet up his body, freezing him in place.
He gave Han no such chance. He smashed the ice beneath him, clearing a patch roughly three feet square.
It was his only foothold. The ice had already spread more than a hundred meters in every direction.
The ice covered the arena, and the temperature plummeted. The closer one got to the surface, the more piercing its chill became.
It was cold enough to bite into bone. Even a Supe's body would struggle to endure it. Anyone caught in that ice risked frostbite, even if they broke free at once.
The arena's temperature plunged, and the surrounding air felt close to freezing. That was merely a side effect of Han using his power over a wide area. If he concentrated his mental energy into a tiny space, he could likely drive the temperature dozens of degrees below zero in a short time.
Even a top-tier Esper would find his movements severely hampered by such bone-deep cold.
When the ice field reached roughly three to four hundred meters across, it finally began to stop spreading.
An ice field that large gave Han ample room to use his power.
Transformed into a figure of ice, Han drifted slowly toward Gabe.
He was not walking. His movement was more like gliding.