Lunar Legacy: Rise Of The Beastlord-Chapter 73: Clash of Titans (2)

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Chapter 73: Clash of Titans (2)

The sky above boiled with storm clouds and moonlight.

The ground beneath... torn beyond recognition. Ice spires jutted like the fangs of giants. Trees were leveled. Beastly spectators, trembling in awe, circled wide, keeping distance from the maelstrom of gods.

Both combatants showed signs of fatigue, their breaths heavy, wounds evident. Yet, neither yielded.

Jayden’s breath came ragged now, mist pouring from his lips like steam from a furnace. One eye half-shut from bruising. Arms scratched and bleeding. Beast aura flickering—thinner than before, less like a raging fire and more like burning embers.

The Winter Wolf was no better.

One leg stiff from an earlier blow. Her chest rose and fell in slow, icy rhythms. Blue blood crystallized along her side where Jayden had landed that uppercut.

And yet—her steps remained precise. Her gaze? Calm. Cold. Eternal.

This was no ordinary beast.

This was a being born from elemental dominion, who had fought gods under ancient moons.

Jayden moved first, his eyes glowed brighter, his form pulsing with energy. He channeled his telekinesis, lifting chunks of rocks and hurling them at the Winter Wolf.

She responded by creating a protective dome of ice, then shattered it outward, sending shards in all directions. Jayden shielded himself, the shards cutting into his arms.

Jayden gritted his teeth and endured the pain. And with a thunderous roar, he moved, his powerful form breaking through the air as he charged in.

CRACK!

The earth split again as he launched himself forward, his claws glinting in the moonlight, trailing sparks as he dashed past a field of falling frost. He spun low and swept her legs, but she leapt... and he immediately followed with a wild haymaker that barely grazed her snout.

She retaliated with a breath of mist—No... not mist.

A flash-freeze wave.

Jayden’s body glazed in rime. His fur stiffened. But he clenched his jaw, focused, and used his telekinesis to dissipate the wave before it could form.

He surged forward, slamming his fist into the Winter wolf’s ribs again, and followed with a slash across her shoulder that sent frozen blood into the air.

But she recovered quickly, and spun around with an incredible force.

SWISH!

Her tail, lined with frost spikes, cracked across his face.

Jayden tumbled backward, flipping twice before skidding across the frozen ground and smashing into a pillar of jagged ice.

BOOOOM!

He coughed, spat blood, and stood again, preparing to charge in once more.

But suddenly—She vanished.

Not teleported... Just moved. Faster than ever before. Not even a blur.

She was just... gone.

Jayden’s instincts screamed. He tried to duck... but he was too late.

SLASH!

The Winter Wolf reappeared above him, her claws glowing an eerie pale blue. She raked downward in a single, devastating arc—

Across Jayden’s left shoulder.

He didn’t scream at first. He staggered back from the impact. Blinked. And looked at her.

Then looked at his arm.

His eyes widened. There was no blood.

No pain.

Just a... strange, creeping cold.

It began at the wound—an icy crescent carved into his bicep.

Then—

CRACK.

The veins under his skin turned blue.

His breath caught.

"What... what is this...?"

But he got no response, instead... it spread across his entire arm.

Vein by vein. Cell by cell.

The muscles in his bicep locked up then his shoulder began to tighten. Ice crackled across his forearm like veins of quartz. His fingers stiffened. Twitched. Then—

SNAP!

His entire left arm froze, solid and dead like a statue of frostbitten steel.

Jayden dropped to a knee.

His eyes went wide. Fear, real and primal, flashed across his face.

His left arm was gone.

Not severed.

Worse.

Imprisoned. Paralyzed. A liability.

The Winter Wolf stood tall, her icy claws steaming with ether.

Jayden looked up, panting.

He gripped his frozen shoulder with his right hand, trying to force movement, anything... but the frost was alive, writhing in microscopic filaments under the skin, locking down nerves, freezing up muscle fibers, rendering flesh into brittle marble.

He couldn’t even flex his fingers.

And for the first time since the fight began, Jayden panicked.

He looked around the battlefield, the shadows of beasts looming.

His thoughts spiraled.

"I can’t fight her like this. If she hits my chest next... Or my throat, it’s over."

He stared up, and he could see her eyes now. Cold. Still. Calculating.

Not taunting.

Not enjoying.

Just... executing.

She moved again.

Jayden flinched. Rolled to the side as an ice spike exploded from below, missing him by inches.

He scrambled behind an ice wall, but it shattered a moment later from another conjured hammer.

He fled again. But he wasn’t fast enough anymore.

He was limping. Breathing heavier. His balance was off. His dominant side now carried all weight.

The Winter Wolf stalked forward, no longer avoiding close combat.

Why would she?

She had disabled his left side.

Every move Jayden made... she countered. Every attack... she predicted.

And for every missed blow, the battlefield became colder, giving the Winter wolf more advantage.

She charged towards Jayden with a fierce intent.

Not elegant. Not goddess-like.

But rather like a predator.

She leapt, and swiped at his chest.

Jayden moved just in time, but barely dodged.

The claw skimmed his ribs, leaving frost burns. freēnovelkiss.com

The Winter wolf didn’t wait, she delivered another strike... this time at his leg.

He jumped into air, but she twisted in air and headbutted him mid-spin.

BOOM!

He hit the ground hard, coughing blood.

[-35 Hp]

[Jayden!] Luna’s voice rang in his head, panicked. [You’re losing ground fast! If she freezes your spine or core, you’re done!]

"I KNOW" he roared aloud.

But his voice shook.

He stared at his useless arm, now encased in thick frost to the shoulder. It shimmered faintly blue. Dead weight.

Then he looked at her.

The Winter Wolf, stalking forward, aura shimmering like an aurora of frostlight.

Each breath she exhaled crystallized in the night air.

And her next hit could be the end.