Chapter 1653 The Trolls Appear <TOC> Chapter 1655 Beyond the Limit
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However, their presumptuous speculations did not manifest into reality.
As time elapsed, during Trom’s struggle with the Sea Troll, Trom did not find himself at a disadvantage. On the contrary, the movements of the Sea Troll became increasingly sluggish, and ultimately, Trom gained an unequivocal upper hand.
By the time Trom forcefully crushed another eye of the Sea Troll, the gigantic creature let out a disoriented scream of panic atop the ocean, its movements slowing further until it eventually plummeted into the depths. Only then did the spectators notice a particular detail.
There were abundant white frost marks on the Sea Troll’s body.
Its skin was marred with traces of frostbite, and as the Sea Troll let out a cry of desperation, the audience also discerned the chilling white mist being exhaled from its mouth.
This implied that not only had the Sea Troll suffered external frost injuries, but its insides had also been eroded by the cold.
The cause of this phenomenon was the white mist that enveloped Trom.
Earlier, when Trom shattered one of the Sea Troll’s eyes, the white mist had entered the creature through that very eye. Later, as Trom grappled with the Sea Troll, the white mist surrounding him influenced the Sea Troll once again.
This dual influence, both internal and external, was precisely why the Sea Troll’s movements became progressively slower.
When the Sea Troll plunged to the ocean floor, Trom gracefully rolled and landed on a reef. He took a moment to catch his breath and then looked up in anticipation.
Having settled his adversary, he was uncertain about the situation on Onassis’s end.
However, what he saw left Trom momentarily stunned.
Onassis hovered serenely above the sea’s surface, his lips softly murmuring some indistinct chants, behind him lay the segmented carcasse of a Sea Troll.
These dismembered forms floated atop the water, staining the azure expanse with a hue of fresh crimson.
To the audience outside the scene, even just witnessing it with the naked eye, it seemed as though they could detect the overpowering scent of gore.
Clearly, Onassis had dealt with the Sea Troll on his end. And to Trom’s discerning eyes, it seemed that Onassis had dispatched them much more swiftly than he had.
What took Trom by surprise was that after Onassis had taken care of the Sea Troll, he didn’t attempt to ambush him.
Just as before, when both Sea Troll had targeted him, Onassis could have seized the opportunity to attack, but he refrained.
This restraint bolstered Trom’s opinion of Onassis considerably. At the very least, Onassis appeared to be someone who truly respected the integrity of a fair duel.
Trom stood up, taking a deep, relieving breath: “Now that they’re dealt with, it’s just the two of us.”
Upon hearing Trom’s voice, Onassis slowly lifted his gaze.
He didn’t utter a word, but as his head rose, the overcast sky began to drizzle gently. The raindrops pattered on the restless sea, producing a constant, murmuring sound. Amidst this delicate symphony of rain, Trom thought he perceived a whisper.
“Every existence is governed by the laws of matter and energy. Every pattern, every formation, is simply for perception.”
Trom wasn’t certain of the whisper’s origin, but he had a faint feeling that Onassis had conveyed this message to him through some mysterious spell or technique.
As whispers began to fade, a curious alteration manifested in Onassis’s silhouette to Trom’s gaze.
To the naked eye, there appeared to be no change in Onassis. However, Trom felt a vague sensation; though Onassis seemed present here, he also appeared as if he were amongst misty clouds.
With a hint of hesitation, Trom decided to probe further.
Gradually, he mustered the vital energy within him. As his bloodline’s intensity increased, the transformation of his limbs became even more ferocious, and his muscles seemed even more robust than before.
This process could have been instant, but Trom deliberately took his time——signaling to his adversary that an attack was imminent.
After his warning, Trom’s body bent, limbs touching the ground, as he dashed swiftly toward Onassis.
With his every move, the turbulent seas and continuous drizzle were encased in the frosty mist that swirled around him.
In a blink, Trom was right in front of Onassis. He leapt high, his hooves morphing into icy blades, aiming a fierce kick at Onassis.
A crisp sound resonated——
A halo of light flashed around Onassis, deflecting and rebounding all the force. Trom rolled backward several times, finally landing on the distant ocean surface, where his impact created a patch of floating ice.
Frowning, Trom observed Onassis, who remained undisturbed.
The reason Trom attempted such a breakthrough, even knowing its slim chance of success, was solely to test whether the light barrier surrounding Onassis could withstand an energy attack.
Previously, Trom’s close-quarter combat relied mainly on his physical strength. When that proved ineffective, Trom would resort to energy attacks.
However, now it appears that the light barrier surrounding Onassis not only defends against the power of bloodline techniques but also remains effective against ice-element energy attacks.
This outcome casts a shadow over Trom’s face.
Neither matter nor energy seems to affect Onassis. Could it be that his power truly has no counter?
What should be done?
Trom realizes that if he doesn’t devise a solution, his only option is to admit defeat.
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In the judges’ seat, Farina squints her eyes and looks into the arena, “Have you noticed? Onassis has never taken the initiative to attack Trom.”
Angel ponders for a moment: “Perhaps it’s due to the Accommodation Limit.”
When Angel mentions “accommodation limit,” Hydra, not far away, opens the eyes on his middle head, revealing a cold and eerie vertical pupil that sends shivers down one’s spine. He gazes deeply at Angel and chuckles softly, “The Super Dimensional Wizard does have a keen insight.”
“I’ve watched many of Onassis’s matches and noticed this as well. His power is quite enigmatic, but the existence of such power inevitably requires a vessel, which is his physical body. Unfortunately, his body is not particularly robust. Thus, even if he can wave the banner of philosophy and seize the high ground in a battle, once he raises his shield, it becomes difficult for him to wield a spear unless he expands the upper limit of his vessel’s capacity.” Hydra pauses, “And that is the ‘accommodation limit’ the Super Dimensional Wizard was referring to.”
Farina remarked, “From that perspective, Trom might still stand a chance.”
If Onassis fails to strike a perfect balance between offense and defense, it would indeed provide Trom with greater latitude to maneuver.
However, Hydra shook his head, stating, “I wouldn’t be so sure. For Trom to win, he needs either to parry the spear or shatter the shield. But both scenarios are difficult to envision. Victory for him seems a tall order.”
Farina turned to Angel, asking, “What do you think? Does Trom have a shot?”
Angel replied, “I concur with the Observer’s assessment, but the dynamics of the match are unpredictable. So far, neither has revealed their trump card. Perhaps, Trom might indeed have a method to break through that shield.”
“Of course, it’s also possible that Onassis could take down Trom with the spear first.”
Chapter 1653 The Trolls Appear <TOC> Chapter 1655 Beyond the Limit