Hot Ice, Cold Flame (2)

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking, fresh blood spraying through the air. Yet no one even pretended to stop Zion.

Las, who had been rolling around on the floor like trash, soon lifted his head with a dazed expression. What had just happened?

‘I was on guard, making sure not to let my guard down, so what the hell was that speed……!!’

Las wasn’t stupid; he’d expected that revealing this might provoke a fierce reaction.

But Las had been confident in his ability to dodge or escape, and yet he hadn’t even been able to react to that overwhelming speed before taking the hit.

What did that mean? Simple. The other person’s stats didn’t merely exceed his own—they overwhelmingly surpassed them.

‘I really can’t let this one slide.’

Surprisingly, Zion wasn’t particularly fond of violence. In her previous life, she’d lived a life completely removed from violence in the first place.

Even now, despite having gained overwhelming power, she tried to avoid violence. And yet, there was a reason Zion had suddenly thrown a punch...