Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG-Chapter 823 - The Ice King Awakens

"Gaia, Pawpaw… I need you."

At those words, Gaia immediately manifested beside Broken—a striking figure with ashen-red hair, her form wrapped in a blend of vines and shadows, creating an ethereal yet ominous presence.

At the same time, Pawpaw, the demon cat, materialized in front of Broken, lazily sitting down before letting out a long, uninterested yawn.

The crowd erupted, cheering wildly the moment Pawpaw was shown on the big screen, his infamous bored expression causing a wave of laughter and excitement across the stadium. Despite his lazy demeanor, everyone knew just how dangerous he truly was.

Broken, however, stayed laser-focused. This fight was about to escalate even further. And he was going to force Frostedge into an even higher-stakes battle.

With a single thought, all twelve of Gaia’s Beasts materialized around him, forming a strategic formation, their eyes locked onto Frostedge, ready to strike.

At the same time, Pawpaw’s form melted into the shadows, disappearing into the unknown—waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

The Battle Resumes!

The Elder Tree Dragon twisted through the air, its massive form shifting as it unleashed a sweeping magic attack, engulfing the battlefield around Frostedge in a storm of crushing force.

Frostedge reacted instantly.

He dashed forward, narrowly escaping the blast, but the vines from below shot out, attempting to trap him.

In a flash of ice, his movements became effortlessly fluid—his feet gliding over the ground as a layer of frost formed beneath him, accelerating his momentum. He soared into the air, twisting with precise agility, dodging every grasping vine with inhuman speed.

Then—he struck.

His sword sliced through, cutting down the encroaching roots with razor-sharp efficiency. Every step, every movement—he was untouchable.

But Broken wasn’t done.

He dashed forward, closing in from the opposite side, his spear slicing through the air in a perfectly timed strike.

Frostedge reacted in an instant, twisting midair, narrowly avoiding the thrust. An icy trail followed his movement, leaving behind a streak of shimmering frost as he flipped away—graceful, like an artist painting across the battlefield.

And now, he was surrounded.

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Twelve beasts. Gaia. Pawpaw lurking in the shadows. And Broken, pressing in with relentless spear attacks.

Yet—

Not a single attack landed.

Frostedge moved like he was gliding on ice—dodging, weaving, countering—each motion was a flawless display of precision and control.

And still—

HE HADN’T USED A SINGLE SKILL.

He was still holding back.

This deadlock continued for a moment—the beasts lunging at Frostedge, attempting to corner him, but he was simply too fast.

He slid across the arena effortlessly, weaving through every attack with near-impossible precision.

And what was even more frustrating?

He still wasn’t attacking.

He was only dodging.

Broken narrowed his eyes. Was this a sign that his pressure wasn’t enough to force Frostedge into a real fight? Or was he deliberately holding back, putting on a show for the audience?

Not bad!

Fine. If Frostedge wouldn’t engage, Broken would force him to.

With a swift motion, Broken activated his spear’s skill, channeling a massive surge of water into a single, devastating thrust forward.

A torrent of energy roared through the battlefield, crashing toward Frostedge in an unstoppable wave.

But even in this desperate situation—even with no room left to maneuver—

Frostedge still dodged.

Just barely—but he dodged.

This guy… seriously?!

His control over his body, movement, and spacing was unreal.

"ARE YOU SEEING THIS?! THIS IS INSANE!"

"BROKEN IS THROWING EVERYTHING AT FROSTEDGE! The beasts are attacking! The Elder Tree Dragon is raining destruction! And Broken just unleashed a COLOSSAL water attack—BUT LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT FROSTEDGE!"

"HE’S DODGING. HE’S WEAVING. HE’S GLIDING ACROSS THE ARENA LIKE IT’S HIS OWN PERSONAL ICE RINK! NOT A SINGLE HIT HAS LANDED! NOT ONE!"

"And here’s the CRAZIEST part—HE HASN’T EVEN FOUGHT BACK YET! HE’S JUST DODGING! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IS HE TOYING WITH BROKEN?! IS HE PUTTING ON A SHOW FOR THE FANS? OR IS HE JUST THAT CONFIDENT?!"

"BROKEN IS FORCING THE PRESSURE, BUT FROSTEDGE IS JUST... UNTOUCHABLE!"

"This isn’t just a fight—this is ART! This is HISTORY IN THE MAKING! I’M LOSING MY MIND RIGHT NOW!"

The relentless attacks from Gaia and her beasts were enough to keep Frostedge occupied—for now.

Broken seized the opportunity.

He leaped back, switching his armor mid-air, instantly equipping his Archer Armor. In one smooth motion, he pulled out his Golden Bow of Artemis, but instead of arrows—

He loaded his spear into it.

He charged the attack.

The moment the charge began, the sky split open—a massive ethereal spear forming above, crackling with sheer destructive force.

The audience gasped.

This was one of Broken’s most devastating attacks.

And Frostedge knew it.

For the first time, Frostedge’s expression shifted. His movements became sharper, more aggressive—he wasn’t just dodging anymore.

He started cutting down the beasts.

He wasn’t running away.

He was looking for footing.

Because he knew—if he kept evading like before, there was no way he could escape this attack.

And everyone in the stadium knew it too.

The tension was unbearable.

The crowd held their breath, perched at the edge of their seats.

Broken didn’t care what Frostedge had planned.

He knew Frostedge had a way to survive this. But not by dodging.

No. This time—Frostedge would have to take the hit.

He would have to go all out.

Because if he didn’t—

He would lose. Right here. Right now.

And Broken wasn’t about to hold back.

The spear was released.

A colossal mass of ocean water came crashing down from the heavens—

A titanic water spear, surging toward Frostedge like a falling tidal wave, ready to consume everything in its path.

The sky itself seemed to warp under the sheer pressure, the roar of water drowning out all other sound as the attack descended at blinding speed.

But Broken wasn’t done.

He switched weapons again—this time, equipping the Bedrock Breaker Pickaxe.

Follow-up attack—immediate.

The ground trembled violently, cracks splintering outward in every direction—an earthquake of raw power surging beneath the battlefield.

And then—

Boulders rained down from above.

Massive. Monstrous. Unrelenting.

Dozens of gigantic stone slabs crashed through the air, descending like the wrath of an ancient god, each one powerful enough to shatter steel upon impact.

And beneath all of this, the earth split open further, revealing a gaping abyss—a chasm that seemed alive, like the open maw of a colossal beast, threatening to swallow everything whole.

The entire arena was collapsing.

The combined force of magic and physical destruction overwhelmed the battlefield, turning the space around Frostedge into a maelstrom of pure annihilation.

And yet—

He had only a single moment to react.

The audience was frozen in suspense—no one moved, no one blinked.

Then—impact.

The massive water spear hit first, detonating with an explosion so fierce that it sent shockwaves rippling outward, blasting wind and mist across the entire stadium.

The boulders followed immediately after, colliding into the arena like meteors, crushing everything in their wake.

And then, as the final catastrophe, the ground caved in, dragging everything into the abyss, a deafening roar echoing through the arena as the very foundation of the battlefield was consumed by destruction.

For a moment—

Nothing.

Just silence.

The arena was in ruins.

And the question on everyone’s mind—

Did Frostedge survive?

As the dust and mist began to settle, the once devastated arena was now covered in layers of shattered rock, cracked ice, and mist from the ocean spear’s impact. The sheer force of the attack had ripped apart the battlefield, leaving nothing but ruins in its wake.

For a moment, everyone thought it was over.

And then—

A chill spread through the air.

A surge of frost and ice erupted from the center of the destruction, freezing over the broken ground in an instant.

And as the mist cleared—

He stood there.

Frostedge. Unharmed.

But he was different now.

Behind him, an enormous Ice Avatar had manifested—a towering warrior of pure frozen energy, its form radiating power as an icy aura swirled around its colossal body. It was protecting its summoner!

And on Frostedge himself, a new armor of shimmering ice had formed, wrapping around his body like a second skin, its crystalline surface reflecting the lights of the arena.

The crowd erupted in shock.

Frostedge had activated his skills.

At that moment, Maylon, seated among the spectators, suddenly straightened up, his eyes locked onto the battlefield.

A quiet murmur escaped his lips.

"He is…"

Euna, noticing his reaction, turned to him with curiosity. "Maylon?"

Maylon’s gaze remained fixed on a massive screen, his expression a mix of realization and awe.

"…I finally understand the secret behind his Pride Champion blessing."