The massive blade of ice, big enough to blot out the sun, came crashing down like divine retribution, aimed straight at Tharnok.
But…
Despite its overwhelming size and power, Tharnok didn't run.
Instead, he dug his feet into the ground and faced it head-on, eyes locked on the falling sword.
And just as the blade was about to crush him, he threw up both hands—
BOOM!
The collision shook the entire arena.
Tharnok caught the sword.
A deep, grinding groan escaped his throat—"Grrrh..."
The force slammed him backward, his feet sliding across the arena floor. Cracks spread out beneath him like spiderwebs. His knees buckled, barely holding him up under the sword's crushing weight.
His muscles bulged, straining with every fiber of his being. Thick veins popped, blood trickling down his arms from the sheer pressure. His body trembled—but he didn't let go.
