I Only Tame Dragons

Gore tried to get up, but his body was betraying him. The freezing aura around Frigid had drained him of his stamina, and his enhanced stats were beginning to wane as the effect of the artifact wore off. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving, while Frigid stood tall and unshaken.

"You're persistent," Frigid said, his voice calm but carrying a weight that silenced the arena. "I'll give you that. But persistence isn't enough." Continue your adventure with My Virtual Library Empire

Gore snarled, dragging himself to his feet. His movements were sluggish, his punches now wild and desperate. He swung at Frigid, but the ice giant easily deflected the blows, his impenetrable defense holding firm.

Each failed attack only wore Gore down further, while Frigid's passive regeneration continued to restore him to full strength. Gore's health bar was dwindling, his stamina nearly depleted. He was losing ground with every passing second, and it was clear to everyone watching that he was outmatched.

They couldn't believe what they were witnessing. How could it be possible? The mighty leader of the Scarlet Blood Moon, feared across the land for his sheer brutality and unparalleled critical attacks, was being outmatched. And not by a rival swordsman or a cunning tactician—but by a block of ice?

The audience watched in stunned silence, their cheers dying in their throats. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Gore, the feared assassin who had crushed countless opponents, was now struggling against a foe who barely moved. His punches, fierce and relentless, had been reduced to nothing more than futile strikes against an unbreakable wall.

Even the members of the Scarlet Blood Moon, who had entered the arena brimming with confidence, now stood frozen in disbelief. Their expressions, once smug and sure of victory, were now masks of confusion and frustration.

They exchanged glances, silently asking the same question: How could this happen?

Their leader wasn't just any fighter. Gore had entered the arena with a double-stat artifact, a rare and powerful enhancement that should have ensured his dominance. His boosted strength and stamina were supposed to overwhelm any opponent. Yet here he was, swinging his fists at Frigid's towering form, only to be met with resistance that defied logic.

"This can't be real," one of Gore's subordinates muttered, his voice trembling. "He has double stats . . . Double stats! No one should be able to stand up to that!"

But the truth was undeniable. Frigid's defense was absolute, reinforced not only by his skills but also by the icy armor that encased him. His passive regeneration negated almost all of the damage Gore could inflict, while his freezing aura drained his opponent's strength with every passing second. It wasn't just a battle of fists; it was a battle of endurance, and Frigid was winning.

In team fights, Frigid's endurance faltered under the relentless pressure of multiple opponents. But in a one-on-one scenario, he was a fortress—unbeatable. His immense defense and regenerative abilities made him nearly invincible against any foe who relied on physical strength or weaponry.

However, Frigid wasn't without his weaknesses. Against a skilled mage who could summon and fire spells from a distance, his lack of mobility and speed would place him at a significant disadvantage. The barrage of elemental magic could chip away at his icy armor faster than his passive abilities could recover.

But against an assassin—one who depended on precise, critical strikes with a blade—Frigid was an unstoppable force. His impenetrable defenses rendered such attacks ineffective, and his icy aura slowed his opponent's movements, neutralizing their agility and speed. No matter how sharp the blade or how swift the strike, against Frigid's solid form, it was as if the assassin were cutting into solid stone.

"What kind of monster is that guy?" another Scarlet Blood Moon member whispered, his eyes fixed on the arena. "He's just . . . He's so slow and his punches don't have any real damage but our leader can't defeat him?"

The freezing air around Frigid seemed to spread out in waves, creating an invisible barrier that even the fiercest warrior couldn't overcome.

Gore's enhanced stats allowed him to land powerful blows, but the damage was minimal, and Frigid's regeneration erased it almost instantly. It was like trying to chip away at a glacier with bare hands.

From the stands, the murmurs of disbelief grew louder.

"This is insane," someone said. "How is that ice giant holding him off like this?"

"It's not just defense," another spectator replied, shaking his head. "It's strategy. Frigid's making Gore waste all his energy. Look at him—he's slowing down."

In the arena, Gore's frustration was evident. His punches were still strong, but they lacked the precision and speed they'd had at the start of the fight. Frost clung to his armor and skin, slowing his movements and sapping his stamina. Every breath he took was shallow and labored, his chest heaving as he fought against the freezing air.

Meanwhile, Frigid remained steady, his icy composure unshaken. He wasn't fast, and his strikes weren't frequent, but when he did move, it was with purpose. Each heavy punch landed with enough force to send Gore staggering, and the freezing aura that accompanied every blow seemed to seep into his very bones.

The Scarlet Blood Moon members were visibly panicking now. Their leader, their champion, was being worn down. No matter how hard he fought, it was clear that the fight was slipping away from him.

"Come on, Gore!" one of them shouted, desperation in his voice. "You can't lose to this guy! You're the strongest—remember that!"

But even those words of encouragement sounded hollow. Gore's strength was undeniable, but strength alone wasn't enough. Against Frigid's impregnable defense and relentless regeneration, brute force was like a hammer striking water—it made an impact, but the surface quickly returned to its unbroken state.

The audience began to shift in their seats, the tension was high as their stakes was high. What they had expected to be a one-sided slaughter in Gore's favor had become something entirely different. Frigid's unyielding defense had turned the battle into a spectacle of endurance, a test of who could last longer.