NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 543: Ice Rules
Nox wasn't frightened. Not even a glint of restlessness could be seen in his icy gaze, which was as serene as a lake. He raised his free hand.
Technique? What were techniques? They were special moves created by Awakened—just like Valkor's Stellar inferno bombardment. After repeatedly practicing with his purple starlight flame, he had come to master it, and activating it became as easy as controlling his limbs.
In essence, techniques were a reflection of one's grasp over their power.
Nox had also attempted the same thing!
He raised his free hand.
And the temperature… dropped.
Instantly.
"W-What the hell?!"
Snow began to fall. The flaming sky dimmed, pressured by a presence so ancient and terrifying it made even the old dragon monarchs shudder.
"H-He is raining snow!"
The frost dragons could easily create a mini crystalline rain by manipulating their ice elements, but this… this was snow—pure snow in its primordial form.
It might seem simple, but only the frost dragons knew how hard it was to pull off something like this. It could only be achieved when two conditions were met: a high-ranking ice element and, most importantly, experience—which Nox clearly lacked.
However, little did they know, the skills copied and upgraded by Nox were broken and shattered any form of common sense, allowing him to perform feats that should've been reserved only for the gods who lived in the divine realm.
Valkor's expression turned pale. It was hard to discern if it was due to the frigid temperature or because of fear. Regardless, Nox didn't let him pull any more stunts. He was quickly on the move, not daring to underestimate the Inferno Prince even for a second.
A glowing blue circle formed beneath Nox's feet. Unlike Valkor's aggressive flares, Nox's aura was… calm, icy, and refined. But the sheer chill it emitted was suffocating.
Despite the protective dome, the spectators felt a chill down their spines.
He's strong, but if I was to go all out, this fight would be over in seconds... Fortunately, I have to rely only on ice manipulation before so many eyes.
The stage's temperature dropped below freezing. Valkor's flame began to flicker and crack. Above them, the purple sky began to split—revealing a colossal formation of icy spears, slowly descending like judgment from the heavens.
Nox's katana now pulsed with a radiant icy-blue glow.
"I told you," Nox said, his voice soft, almost gentle. "You should be honored."
With a flick, he pointed his blade at Valkor—and struck down, unleashing the technique he had created on a whim and yet to perfect:
[Heavenly Frostfall: One Thousand Lances]
And then the sky wept ice.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swooosh!
Thousands of spears rained down with terrifying precision. Each one aimed to immobilize or outright kill. It was no show of mercy… but overwhelming power—a statement!
If he wanted to be the emperor of the Dragon Realm as a whole, he needed to show his power!
Half of the entire population was present here. If he wanted his legend to spread far and wide, this was the moment to show his dominion!
To make things even more difficult for the Inferno Prince, Nox sneakily activated [Runic Dominion], but disguised it with ice, making the lances more deadly. Now, if each lance caused about 20% damage, it was now 40%!
ROAR!
Valkor screamed as he activated his full transformation—his body becoming a humanoid dragon cloaked in purple fire. He launched himself forward with everything he had. His eyes burned with a furious, intense purple glow, powerful enough to carve through all things.
Valkor's collision with the ice lances—further bolstered by Runic Dominion—was brutal, and the spectators, both adults and children, winced at the scene.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Dozens of flaming shields clashed with the descending ice lances. Valkor did his best, gliding from side to side. He moved purposely and gracefully—so much that even Nox had to acknowledge his flight skill—yet despite all this, he was still being pushed back.
Then—
CRACK!
An ice lance over one meter long pierced his shoulder.
ROAR!
Valkor felt a blinding pain shoot through his shoulder. His painful cry was ear-splitting, so much that parents had no choice but to block their children's ears.
"Never stop!"
Drake shouted at the top of his voice, snapping his teammates' attention back to the fight. The Inferno teams were conflicted and distracted. They couldn't focus properly on their fights because their leader—surprisingly—was being overwhelmed by the Kawl, the mysterious ice dragon who had become the center of attention in the entire competition.
Suddenly, because she was worried about her childhood friend, Elise made another oversight. And this time, Drake capitalized on it, vanishing from his spot in a blink—a trail of frost burning behind him—as he reappeared behind her.
Crack—!
His dragon claws raked across her back, sending her tumbling forward. Before she could recover, Drake followed up with an uppercut laced with frost energy that sent her soaring.
BOOM!
Elise crashed into the barrier with a sickening thud, coughing blood. Her consciousness flickered, and her figure slumped.
Immediately, he went on to help the others.
The cheers from the Inferno Kingdom's side immediately died down, and those of the Frostpire Kingdom skyrocketed as one of the biggest threats was eliminated.
Meanwhile, another lance struck Valkor's knee, sending him falling from the sky. Then another embedded itself in the ground beside his head—mere inches away.
Silence.
Everyone stared.
Valkor lay on the ground, breathing raggedly, body trembling. And Nox stood above him, katana still gleaming, frost rising from the ground like steam.
He glanced around, noticing that—with the help of Drake—the others were overwhelming the Inferno Kingdom, whose morale was greatly diminished, as Elise was out and even Valkor.
A few minutes later, the rest of the Inferno Kingdom fell—and the match was over.
The officiator finally moved and raised his hand. "Winner: Frostpire Kingdom!"
The crowd erupted into madness.
"Frostpire! Frostpire!"
"FROSTPIRE!!!!"
"KAWL!!"
"ICE RULES!!!"
Nox sighed. His ice katana disappeared in bursts of ice fragments, and he walked away without even looking at Valkor again.
He had made his point.
No—Frostpire had made its point.
The era of fire dominance was over.
And the Frost Dragon had risen.
"And…" he paused mid-step and glanced at the royal balcony, his gaze clashing with the Frost Monarch, Dracos Frostpire.
"Now, it's time for you to fulfill your part of the deal," Nox muttered and walked away.