Chapter 904: Agnes Gordons.

Chapter 904: Agnes Gordons.

Kylian moved in to close the distance, but this time Agnes no longer retreated, she calmly twisted her staff before her as Kylian launched strike after strike, jabbing and slashing with precision.

Yet every attempt proved futile, as the water veil surrounding her remained perfectly still, only rippling under the pressure of his attacks.

"Water Arrows," Agnes commanded.

From the veil, dozens of water-formed arrows shot out toward Kylian, he twisted his body at unnatural angles, narrowly avoiding each one.

For the few that came dangerously close, he countered by hurling frost Qi at them, freezing the arrows mid-flight and severing their link to Agnes, causing them to crash to the ground uselessly and breaking.

Just as he finished evading the barrage, he noticed something behind her, it looked like a miniature flood dragon.

Its eyes lacked intelligence, but its presence loomed with a dangerous aura that instantly made Kylian wary, this wasn't an ordinary spell he could brush aside.

It reminded him of when Asher had attempted to use his mental energy to control ten fireballs, but this wasn't ten small attacks—it was one massive creature, and its sheer size and concentrated power made up for the lack of numbers.

More importantly, it wasn't a modeled spell like Asher's; it was a mental construct Agnes had formed herself crafted and sustained directly by her mind.

【> Mid Tier Spell – Ice Prison Innate Spell – Absolute Zero <]

As he invoked the spell, a dome of pale ice burst outward with him at the center, as his once-grey hair turned snow white in a flash, and he raised one arm above and the other below, forcefully grabbing the open jaws of the flood dragon, stopping its bite in its tracks.

He knew instinctively that if he was swallowed, he would lose—not just the match, but something more.

The fear gripping him wasn't logical, but primal.

The flood dragon pushed him relentlessly, dragging him across the stage until his heels dug into the very edge of the battle ring. Normally, touching a creature made of water should have been impossible, however Kylian had coated his arms in Qi and ice mana, extending his energy with precision.

Every second, he focused his mana on freezing the parts of the dragon he gripped, turning fluid into solid just long enough to hold on and resist.

That was how he managed to accomplish such a feat, though his hands now looked more like blocks of ice than flesh and blood, for someone who wasn't a high-rank mage yet—nor blessed with an ice-elemental body—pushing himself to this extent would definitely come at a cost.

But he didn't care, he had already gone all in, the only reason he wasn't groaning in pain was because of his high affinity for the ice element, which granted him a natural resistance to the cold ravaging his body.