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Chapter 2366 Spiritual Storm Snow

Chapter 2366 Spiritual Storm Snow

Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Trophy Section, Duel Realm, Crafting Sector, Venue: Chaos Dwarven Forge. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

When the Armixian's corpse puppet intensified its electric shroud to counter Moon's Avalanche, the audience braced themselves for yet another explosive spectacle. Many assumed the avalanche would be obliterated entirely by explosion, leaving the Armixian's corpse puppet free to use its lightning speed and attacks to overwhelm the Armored corpse puppet.

But what followed wasn't an explosion. Instead of the expected deafening blast, the arena resonated with deep, rumbling thunder. The melted snow from the avalanche, which had evaporated under the intense heat of the electric shroud, morphed into thick, dark clouds that coiled around the Armixian's corpse puppet.

The crowd gasped as flashes of light flickered ominously within the newly formed storm. Moments later, the clouds unleashed a barrage of lightning strikes, each bolt crashing down on the Armixian's corpse puppet, which now served as a convenient lightning rod.

"Interesting," Wyatt murmured, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed the battlefield. The arena was now a chaotic blend of glacier webs, swirling snow, dark storm clouds, and relentless lightning strikes. It was a masterclass in strategic adaptation.

Moon had anticipated her opponent's move. Clearly, she was thinking two steps ahead of her opponent. When the Armixian's Spiritual Spark disintegrated the avalanche into hydrogen and oxygen gases, Moon acted swiftly. She commanded her corpse puppet to channel Spiritual Snow, freezing the gases back into storm clouds. The electric charge from the Armixian's spiritual sparks then created an imbalance in ion concentration within the clouds, completing the setup. The Armixian's corpse puppet, being the easiest conduit for the electrical discharge, was struck repeatedly by the very lightning it had inadvertently summoned.

The crowd erupted in cheers and murmurs, both impressed and stunned by the ingenuity of Moon's tactics. The thundering bolts illuminated the arena in rapid bursts, each strike intensifying the tension of the match.

Moon's lips curved into a small, sealing her victory, her confidence bolstered by the success and she could not wait to wipe the floor with Bigold's next champion.

"You're lucky, kid. You chose the right Master Crafter. Make sure he's the right one for you," the Armixian devil merchant remarked, his voice carrying a hint of approval as he turned to leave the arena.

Moon frowned, tilting her head in puzzlement. Who even is this guy? She didn't recognize him, yet he spoke as if they were old acquaintances close enough to offer unsolicited advice. Still, his words struck a chord. She understood the weight behind them. Tools were an essential part of any warrior's strength, and the person crafting those tools needed to be more than just skilled—they had to be dependable in both ability and character.

Moon sighed softly and shook her head, brushing the thought aside as she refocused on the duel. She waited for her next opponent, her gaze fixed on the arena entrance.

When her next challenger finally stepped onto the battlefield, her eyes widened in shock. A bare-chested elder chaos dwarf with a thick, gray beard and matching hair strode confidently into the arena. His imposing figure radiated power and authority, leaving her momentarily speechless.

The stunned silence wasn't hers alone. The entire colosseum fell quiet as the audience and judges alike gaped at the newcomer. The judges, who had been grumbling about contestants prematurely declaring victory, froze mid-complaint.

An elder chaos dwarf even in the higher devil ranks were unmatched. They were known for their overwhelming power and had fearsome reputation in crafting and battleground alike. The stood among the strongest crafters and warriors.

Moon swallowed hard, her confidence shaken as she prepared to face this unexpected challenger.