"Crack!"
Amid flying ice shards, Duan Chongfang seized Choi Chan-hoon by the throat, his knuckles sinking deep into the navy-blue ice.
Choi Chan-hoon's eyes widened, the cold blue light in his pupils trembling. "How... is that possible?! Guo Jiuxiao clearly said there was less than a ten percent chance you were sequence level seven!"
Duan Chongfang snorted. "Who the hell is Guo Jiuxiao?"
The sounds of cracking ice and a creaking throat traveled through Duan Chongfang's finger joints.
The moment he grabbed Choi Chan-hoon's throat, a bone-chilling cold began creeping into his fingers.
Even Tier Four Armor could not completely ward it off.
Duan Chongfang wasted no more words on Choi Chan-hoon. He clenched his fingers and crushed his neck.
But as he crushed Choi Chan-hoon's throat, a dark bluish liquid suddenly gushed from the wound, splashing onto Duan Chongfang's Armor.
Realizing something was wrong, he hurriedly flung Choi Chan-hoon's corpse away and retreated.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
As Duan Chongfang shot backward, a series of ice-cracking explosions followed. Every area coated in the dark bluish liquid turned into ice crystals and shattered. Even the Tier Four Armor he wore bent and warped.
Duan Chongfang frowned and looked at Choi Chan-hoon.
Flung away by Duan Chongfang, Choi Chan-hoon flew backward like a kite with its string cut. He slammed into the ground and rolled several times before coming to a stop.
His entire body twitched for a moment, and a silvery-white streak of light suddenly appeared at his broken neck. Though silvery-white, it radiated brilliant starshine. From within that starshine surged a power Duan Chongfang found unbelievable.
"What kind of item is that? How have I never seen it before..."
While Duan Chongfang remained bewildered and wary, Choi Chan-hoon abruptly sprang from the ground. The muscles beneath his throat writhed a