Manson stood among the snowflakes before he quickly charged right at Fane.

Fane raised an eyebrow as he started to form seals with his hands. In just a moment, the Broken Soul Blade appeared right in front of him.

Fane was insignificant, Manson mused to himself, so much so that he could be killed with just a pinch like an ant. He clapped his hands, and all of the snow in the air fused into one, forming a triangle. It had an incredibly cold aura as it charged right at Fane.

Fane pushed forward, and the Broken Soul Blade shot forward like an arrow, shooting right at Manson. In a flash, the two techniques clashed.

Everyone heard a cracking sound, and the ice started to shatter into countless fragments.

Those fragments shot out incredibly quickly, and with the cold energy within, they formed large craters on the ground when they landed. Everyone rushed to avoid them when they saw that.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Countless craters were formed as dull explosions were heard.

By the time they looked over, the proud Manson had already fallen to the ground. He had a look of pain on his face as his whole body trembled. His mouth was open as he let out cries of agony.

No one knew how to react to that sight. Manson actually lost! He lost after a single strike, leaving him no room to fight back at all. At that moment, Manson lost all his dignity as he rolled on the ground.

Fane saw that sight several times a day and was already used to it...but the same could not be said for the others.

Braum's expression did not shift too grandly; he knew Fane was no normal human. Regular chosen disciples from holy-grade clans were no match for Fane.

Meanwhile, the others struggled to accept that Fane had beaten Manson, especially Agelt. His eyes were completely wide, and his lips twitched.

He looked at Manson crying on the ground in agony before looking at Fane, who was still as calm as ever. He started to feel like the world was an illusion and started to doubt reality itself.

Was he dreaming?

He pinched himself, and the pain told him that everything was, unfortunately, real.

Fane was actually that powerful, and he was not bragging at all! Manson really was no match for Fane!

Agelt took a deep breath, feeling like he had a moment of realization.

This explained why Fane's tone had been so arrogant; he was so talented and capable that it translated into his actions. Fane did not care about what the others were thinking at all. His gaze was fixed on the other remaining opponents. Hirving was stunned, evident in his demeanor. His mouth was wide open, and he looked like he was frozen in place.

Looking at that scene, Fane frowned

as he turned to say to the ones behind him, "What are you doing just standing around? Attack! If even one slips away, it'll bring us trouble!"

Fane then quickly activated the laws of space and disappeared.

Uriel was the first to react. The moment he saw Fane disappear, a sense of danger filled his head.

He did not even bother thinking as

he grabbed Hirving and turned around to run. At that moment, he did not care about Manson

anymore; he brought it upon himself after all. The fact that Fane had heavily injured Manson meant that they were no match for Fane at all. He had not been lying.