The young man's face was filled with horror. He had heard of this so-called Zombie King—Scissorhands—an A-rank powerhouse. He knew he wasn't a match for him.
But at this point, there was no way out. He could only fight to the death.
The young man channeled his ice powers, which spread along the blade of his weapon. As he swung his sword, the ground beneath him froze, forming long, jagged ice spikes that surged forward.
But Scissorhands wasn't fazed in the slightest. His bloodthirsty grin remained plastered on his face as he leapt forward like a feral beast, pouncing toward the young man.
His speed was terrifyingly fast, leaving behind afterimages as he moved. The young man barely had time to raise his blade in defense before Scissorhands had already darted past him.
The young man froze mid-motion, his eyes wide with shock. He stood there, motionless, as a thin red line appeared across his neck. A moment later, his head tilted to the side and slid clean off his shoulders.
