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Didn\'t he just see the difference in their power when he went all out, his aura covered fist easily vanquished Frost\'s most powerful attack yet this young man instead of trembling in fear or at the very least showing a worried expression was instead laughing his guts out as if he couldn\'t contain his excitement.

Just when the eldest rindar was about to shout out in query his tongue lurched, and his eyes formed pinpoints. Frost\'s laughter died down and he stared at the rindar with a fierce fire in his eyes revealing not a single iota of fear but that wasn\'t what caused the rindar to grow silent no it was what was happening to Frost\'s weapon.

His aura that struggled to fuse itself with his glaive and the wyvern\'s head was now flowing with far better efficiency. It still wasn\'t perfect obviously but a stark contrast to what it was earlier.

The eldest rindar felt a chill around his heart and a deep and deadly fear began gnawing at him as he watched this scene unfold.

Frost twirled his glaive smoothly and dissipated his aura, a small amount of sweat accumulated on his forehead from attempting something new, but his smiling face made him look completely unfazed in fact he looked even more energised after the fact.

"So that\'s how you do it, no wonder it shattered so easily." He cupped his chin and nodded in agreement to his own words. His smile continued to grow until it stretched from ear to ear and gave off a sense of madness.

"Let\'s try that again shall we?" With deft movement Frost raised his glaive above his head with both hands and gathered his energy.

"[Wyvern\'s maw]" once again the vicious looking wyvern\'s head appeared and once again he infused it with his flame chakra and his aura however this time the process was far smoother and far more aura entered the large head granting it a powerful presence.

"Let\'s see how you smash it this time?" Frost asked with a joyful tone, truly wanting to witness such a spectacle as it would only show him areas in which he could improve.

\'This bastard!\' The eldest rindar internally screamed as he prepared his defence.

"[Vicious viper strike]" He responded in the same way, replaying the previous events however this time the almost instantaneous destruction of the large wyvern head didn\'t happen instead the massive maw continued to bite down refusing to lose to the tiny purple viper.

"Argh! I will not lose to some greenhorn that just learned how to infuse his aura!" The eldest rindar roared out in protest as his body tensed and his aura burst forth with indomitable tenacity. The massive wyvern head exploded into fragments and returned to the ether, leaving the rindar victorious however it wasn\'t a perfect victory.

"Urgh!" The rindar grunted in pain and looked at this left arm that was covered in his own blood and sported several puncture wounds where the wyvern\'s teeth made contact.

"Hoh still not quite right but it\'s definitely the right direction." Frost placed his hand under his chin in thought and once again nodded in agreement to his own words.

This calm demeanour sent a horrifying chill down the eldest rindar\'s back and he completely forgot about the pain in his arm. A strong feeling of fear wrapped around his heart as he finally realised what the hell he was up against….a god damn prodigy.

Such realisation struck an immense blow to the arrogant and insidious rindar that looked down on all sapients, seeing them as mere fodder, only fearing a select few that eclipsed him in strength.

\'Impossible I won\'t lose to such a greenhorn, I won\'t!\' He screamed internally as he struggled to restore his confidence. He couldn\'t fail again, he could accept dying in battle but that would be against someone worthy such as Hamon or Maggie and Halgrave when they moved on him after slaying Frost.

Never for a second did he truly fathom the idea of losing to Frost the one that was like a fly assisting Hamon just a few days ago.

As his fear began to consume him his mind weakened and the influence of the mana corruption and whatever caused it started to eat up parts of his mind, gradually turning him into a maddened beast that would fear nothing and have but a single purpose, to kill.

Frost played around with his aura a little and allowed the rindar to slowly sink into a crazed state, hoping that that would make this battle even more fun.

He had already forgotten that he had a job to do, all that mattered to him right now was the thrill of the fight and the great chance to improve. The eldest rindar in his wounded state was the perfect opponent for his current level, a fair amount of danger but not too much that a single slip up could spell the end of him.

A well versed and diverse opponent that outclassed him in nearly all areas….for now at least.

Frost already felt his glaive control slowly improving as he faced off against the rindar\'s relentless punches coming from all manner of angles and with varying speeds.

Improving from advanced mastery to expert mastery was a very long and arduous journey that was impossible for most people, hell even crossing from the beginning stages to the mid stages of advanced mastery was difficult let alone a whole grade but even minute changes would see a measurable improvement at his current level so Frost would never give up such an opportunity.

His control of aura was clearly lacking as a B-rank fighter and was something that he had just come into contact with yet after just a few encounters and a generous closeup demonstration from the rindar he was already miles ahead of where he was when he arrived on the battlefield. This place really had some amazing teachers.

Eventually the eldest rindar had fallen quite deep into his madness and came up with a single solution, kill Frost before he had a chance to improve further, only then would be free. With this realisation the rindar focused his now much redder eyes upon Frost and his aura with all its insidious qualities seeped outwards before coating his arms and legs like armour.

"Oh looks like it\'s showtime." Frost smiled and readied his glaive, coating it in a mixture of his cold flame chakra and aura which continued to flow more and more naturally with each passing second. He could feel his weapon and sense its position like it was a fifth limb, a magical state that was granted by his aura and glaive mastery working in tandem.

"Arghhhhhhhh!" The eldest rindar roared out aggressively before lunging at frost with his right fist reeled backwards.

Frost let out a restrained breath and narrowed his eyes before lashing out with his glaive in an almost graceful manner.

Booooooom!

The aura enhanced glaive and aura coated fist clashed against one another, generating a loud boom. Frost was forced to take a step back as his glaive was pushed away, losing in a direct contest of strength but he remained balanced and moved once again to parry the strike of the left fist.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Clash after clash continued as Frost remained on the defensive. The rindar\'s aura coated fists repeatedly smashing against his glaive, knocking it back with each blow and surely but surely pushing Frost back one step at a time. With the addition of aura it was clear that Frost was still a little lacking, but each confrontation educated him further.

After ten minutes of this onslaught Frost eventually came out even in the exchanges, his aura becoming as dense and as sharp as the eldest rindar\'s.

After another five minutes he was no longer simply defending instead attacking the rindar in earnest forcing him to be the one to backstep.

When rindar was finally forced back to their original starting position he erupted with even more aggression, the red in his eyes growing deeper in that moment, even his voice sounded far more primal and animalistic.

"[Tiger\'s roundhouse]" The rindar starting using skills with his aura, the next natural step.

Frost frowned and placed his glaive to his side to block the deadly kick. With a loud don! the rindar\'s leg struck his glaive and caused it vibrate intensely, cutting open some of the seams in his hand.

The rindar didn\'t let up in the slightest, continuing to use pugilist skill after pugilist skill to pummel Frost, laughing madly as he did. Frost may have learned how to apply his aura to his weapon, but he still lacked speed. The eldest rindar attacked with such fervent aggression and consistency that Frost didn\'t have any time to both activate his own skills and apply his aura to them.

All he could do was endure the onslaught until the rindar was out of juice.

Frost parried blow after blow with his glaive and even endured more than a few with his own body but still he did not fall. Blood covered him and his weapon however it wasn\'t primarily his.

The rindar in his bloodlust wantonly attacked him with no regards for the state of his own body. Yes he protected his arms and legs with aura, but he was striking against someone whose weapon and body were also infused with aura. And it was an aura that continued to become more and more solidified after each blow, hardening to the point that it eventually surpassed his own.

Don!

With a final blow Frost was forced to his knees and coughed up blood, his internal organs endured quite a pummelling after all.

The rindar smiled madly at such a sight and placed his foot atop Frost\'s head feeling as though he\'d finally won. However what he got in return was a defiant look and the grabbing of his leg with a vice like grip.

"My turn asshole!"