He had no time to finish that thought.
Because the Ice Ball cracked open.
"Crack... crack, crack... BOOM!!"
The entire Ice Ball exploded from within, sending fragments flying in every direction, refracting tiny glimmers of light in midair.
Wangchuan stood where he was, arcs of electricity coiling around him.
There was not a trace of ice on him. Even the hem of his clothes was dry.
The ice crystals had been vaporized by lightning the instant they touched him.
He rolled his neck, his joints cracking crisply.
"That's it?"
"That's all an Admiral's full-power strike amounts to?"
The smile still lingered on his lips, but the temperature in his eyes had dropped a little further.
Kuzan did not answer.
He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.
White mist spread before him, briefly obscuring his expression.
When he raised his head again, his gaze had completely changed.
That lazy, casual air, as though he had only just woken up.
It was completely gone.
In its place was the cold of absolute focus that belonged to a top-tier fighter.
"You're right."
"That last attack really wasn't much."
He raised both hands at once, spreading all ten fingers.
The air around him began to warp, and power of extreme cold surged from his body like a tide.
The ice beneath his feet thickened, spread, and covered the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was as though he had drawn the entire area into his own domain.
"Since you want to see my full power."
He stepped forward, his figure blurring for an instant in the blizzard.
"Then take a good look."
The next instant, Kuzan vanished.
Wangchuan's pupils contracted slightly.
He had not truly vanished. His speed had exceeded the limits of Wangchuan's current perception.
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