The empty street was silent, and everyone was stunned. Before anyone could react, Rulu waved his hand, and the ice sword that had just killed the strong man flew up again, hovering in mid-air, its tip pointing at the governor.
"Die," Rulu said coldly, and the ice sword shot toward the governor at incredible speed, piercing his chest.
At that moment, something strange happened. Instead of penetrating the governor's body, the ice sword simply bounced off with a thud. The governor's chest was only slightly torn, and no blood flowed; it appeared he was hardly injured at all.
"To think you could reinforce your body to withstand my attack; are you also an Ultra-capable?" Rulu said, astonished, as he looked at the governor.
The governor casually patted his chest where he had been struck, proudly declaring, "Didn’t expect that, did you? My body is as hard as stone; your broken sword can't hurt me."
"Is that so?" Rulu raised an eyebrow and waved his hand, pouring out the remaining water from his bottle. The water transformed into another ice sword, and along with the previous one, the two ice swords flew rapidly toward the governor.
"Hmph, it makes no difference how many you send," the governor said, showing no fear. He raised his arms to block the incoming swords. With two loud clangs, the ice swords collided with the governor's arms and were directly deflected. The governor's arms were only slightly scratched, while the ice sword tips broke under the powerful impact.
"You fool, your tricks are useless against me," the governor laughed triumphantly. His subordinates cheered for him, shouting:
"Our governor is a Level Three Ultra-capable! Not only is he immensely strong, but he also has a body of iron; no weapon can harm him."
"This kid has some tricks, but he’s no match for our governor. The governor could easily take him down with just a few moves."
"Kid, you’d better surrender quickly; otherwise, you’ll die a very ugly death. If you surrender, at least you’ll have a whole corpse, hahahaha!"
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"A bunch of barking dogs," Rulu said with a look of disgust. Although the governor had blocked his ice sword attack, he was not worried. He slowly raised his right hand.
A howling wind roared, and a white vortex storm appeared about a meter above Rulu's head. The storm was filled with numerous tiny ice shards, which collided with each other at high speed, producing sharp "tinkling" sounds.
"What kind of spell is this?" The governor stared at the white vortex above Rulu, feeling a chill emanating from the storm. His intuition told him that something strange was happening, and unsure of Rulu's intentions, he dared not act rashly. He stood at a distance, watching the white vortex intently.
Rulu remained motionless in his position, maintaining the stance he had taken earlier. The white vortex above his head continued to change. As time passed, the vortex grew larger; it started with a diameter of about twenty centimeters, then expanded to over fifty centimeters in about ten seconds, and after another ten seconds, it reached more than eighty centimeters. After a minute, the diameter of the white vortex had exceeded two meters.
"Strange, why isn’t he acting? Could it be…" the governor thought to himself. As he noticed the white vortex storm growing larger, he suddenly realized.
"Not good, he’s gathering power! Quickly stop him! Don’t let him continue casting his spell!" The governor ordered his subordinates.
The governor's men all pulled out their pistols and aimed them at Rulu, trying to attack him. Rulu shot them a glare, and with a series of loud bangs, all the pistols exploded automatically, causing the gunmen to drop their weapons in fear.
"You fools, this kid is a magical Ultra-capable and can control objects from a distance! Guns are useless against him; attack him up close!" the governor shouted again. His four subordinates charged at Rulu, unarmed and ready to fight.
"Come on, let’s settle this once and for all!" Rulu smiled, feeling that the power of the storm he had summoned was strong enough. He waved his hand, and the white vortex storm spun rapidly toward the four strong men, colliding with them.
The four strong men suddenly showed terror on their faces. They widened their eyes and opened their mouths, as if trying to scream, but for some reason, no sound came out. A sharp hissing sound followed as ice began to visibly form on their bodies.
"This... is a freezing vortex?!" the governor exclaimed in shock. The temperature inside the white storm vortex was terrifying, and as the four men came into contact with it, their limbs went numb, and their bodies became rigid, unable to move. They stood frozen in place, maintaining their previous stances, allowing the icy whirlwind to sweep over them.
After about ten seconds, ice covered the bodies of the four strong men. With a series of crisp sounds, they had turned into four ice sculptures, collapsing to the ground and no longer able to stand. At that moment, the white freezing vortex exhausted all its power and slowly dissipated into the air.