Manson stood among the snowflakes before he quickly charged right at Fane.
Fane raised an eyebrow as he started to form seals with his hands. In just a moment, the Broken Soul Blade appeared right in front of him.
Fane was insignificant, Manson mused to himself, so much so that he could be killed with just a pinch like an ant. He clapped his hands, and all of the snow in the air fused into one, forming a triangle. It had an incredibly cold aura as it charged right at Fane.
Fane pushed forward, and the Broken Soul Blade shot forward like an arrow, shooting right at Manson. In a flash, the two techniques clashed.
Everyone heard a cracking sound, and the ice started to shatter into countless fragments.
Those fragments shot out incredibly quickly, and with the cold energy within, they formed large craters on the ground when they landed. Everyone rushed to avoid them when they saw that.
Countless craters were formed as dull explosions were heard.
By the time they looked over, the proud Manson had already fallen to the ground. He had a look of pain on his face as his whole body trembled. His mouth was open as he let out cries of agony.
No one knew how to react to that sight. Manson actually lost! He lost after a single strike, leaving him no room to fight back at all. At that moment, Manson lost all his dignity as he rolled on the ground.
Fane saw that sight several times a day and was already used to it…but the same could not be said for the others.
Braum's expression did not shift too grandly; he knew Fane was no normal human. Regular chosen disciples from holy-grade clans were no match for Fane.
Meanwhile, the others struggled to accept that Fane had beaten Manson, especially Agelt. His eyes were completely wide, and his lips twitched.
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