DanMachi: Ultimate Lich King

The frost sword, despite its appearance, wasn't fragile. Feeling the pressure from above and the numbness in her hands, Ais's face showed strain.

Ais wasn't a power-type swordsman, but her speed advantage was hampered by the frost-filled air; she had to fight Arthas head-on.

"Bang!"

Another direct clash; Ais flew back, biting her lip, half her body coated in frost.

As the battle continued, the situation worsened for Ais. The biting cold filled every corner; even the spectators shivered.

It was terrifying; even glancing at the frost caused a stinging sensation; being in it was unimaginable.

What kind of world was Ais Wallenstein experiencing?

Her slender form blurred as she stabilized in mid-air, becoming a phantom.

The wind blew again, struggling against the near-frozen air, but it persisted.

Using the wind, Ais lunged at Arthas again.

But Arthas simply raised his frost sword at the charging Ais!

"Freeze!" Arthas said coldly, emotionless.

The frost in his blood chilled not only his body but his emotions; the frost power suppressed extraneous thoughts until the battle ended.

In this state, Arthas was an efficient fighting machine!

The wind froze; Ais's expression froze.

"Crack! Crack!"

Ais slowed; as she moved, fragments of ice fell to the ground.

The spectators clenched their fists, watching the Sword Princess's final stand.

Frost cracked across the arena; Arthas smiled, like a child.

"Sorry… Ais, but I have to win."

Arthas clenched his pale hands; a surge of frost power erupted. Frost spread from his feet, instantly freezing the arena into an icy world!

Ais's movement stopped completely; she remained frozen in mid-stride, a statue before Arthas.

Arthas approached, gazing at her beauty; his hand traced Ais's face; the frost shattered.

Ais fell, tears welling in her eyes; the famed Sword Princess trembled like a child.

"Arthas… you're bullying me."

Ais mumbled, her cute, pitiful expression irresistible.

"I can't help it… Ais is too cute."

Arthas chuckled, scooping her up in a princess carry.

Leaning against Arthas's chest, the intense cold vanished instantly. Feeling the warmth, Ais closed her eyes, like a child, enjoying the moment.

"I'll be jealous…"

Riveria's voice echoed; Arthas chuckled, handing Ais to her.

"Take Ais away; I don't want to hurt you."

Arthas said; Riveria warned,

"Don't overdo it."

Meaning, don't humiliate the Loki Familia too much.

"I know my limits."

Arthas said softly, watching Riveria leave with Ais.

"Alright… the rest of you, come at once. I'm short on time."

Riveria, not far away, almost fell hearing Arthas's arrogance.

"I told you not to overdo it…"

She looked back, amused; the remaining Loki Familia members were shocked by Arthas's arrogance.

Arthas had defeated two Level 6 adventurers, but they had hundreds more, including two more Level 6 and many Level 5 adventurers.

They wondered if he was overestimating himself.

"That bastard! He touched Ais-chan! I'll kill him!"

"Calm down, Loki."

"Don't interfere; you can't use your divine power."

The atmosphere on the thirtieth floor of Babel Tower remained lively, but the Gods were even more excited, anticipating what would happen next.

"I admit you're strong, Arthas, but one-on-one and team battles are different. You'll pay for your arrogance!"

Finn Deimne, the Loki Familia's captain, said, raising his spear.

"Attack! For the Loki Familia's honor! Victory is all!"

Finn roared; hundreds of Loki Familia members above Level 3 charged at Arthas.

"Excellent… let the game continue!"

Arthas grinned, raising his frost sword, fearlessly meeting them.

The brutal battle lasted a long time; the festive city fell deathly silent.

Everyone was silent, looking at the figure standing tall and unyielding.

The Loki Familia was Orario's strongest; that fact was shattered today by a single member of another Familia.

The Hestia Familia and Arthas's names would be known throughout the world.

"I seem to have won?"

Facing opponents other than Ais and Riveria, Arthas smiled, unleashing his unrestrained power. He felt good; the coldness and bloodlust were released.

But the Loki Familia wasn't feeling so good; most were frozen; many huddled together, shivering; only Finn Deimne and Gareth Landrock, two Level 6 adventurers, remained standing.

But they were essentially incapacitated, barely preventing themselves from freezing completely.

"Win? Hahahaha… death is your only fate! Pay the price, Arthas!"

A vicious voice echoed; Bete Loga, a Loki Familia member whom Arthas had humiliated in a tavern, jumped up and lunged at Arthas.

He was Level 5; Arthas didn't care.

As Arthas raised his hand to freeze him, he sensed something strange.

An unusual energy emanated from Bete, carrying a dangerous aura.

What is that?

"Divine Fire?! Damn it, how did he get Divine Fire?!"

Loki screamed, seeing this through the mirror; the words caused an uproar.

Divine Fire—flames created from a God's power, capable of destroying the mortal realm.

"No! Stop him!"

A God shouted, but it was too late. Bert, with a ferocious expression, lunged at Arthas, clutching the burning Divine Fire.

The frost dissipated rapidly upon contact with the flames. As surprise flashed across Arthas's face, Bete reached him.

The next second, a massive explosion of fire erupted!

"Arthas!"

Babel Tower crumbled; Hestia, desperate, used her divine power, but… it was too late.

When the Divine Fire died down, nothing remained.

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