In his rage, Clark did not lose his mind, on the contrary, he calculated the angle and force of each blow with extreme cold rationality, in order to deal the most damage in the least effort possible. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 After killing the head wolf with a punch, he quickly turned around, facing the two mutated fierce wolves that were covered from behind, his long arms reached out with his palms left and right, and he steadily strangled the wolf's neck, and with the strength of both arms, he lifted the double four-thousand-pound giant beast up, clicking, clicking, and twisting his neck.

"Little girl, now it's your turn!" Clark flicked his arms and threw the wolf carcass at Lyudmila.

The female ranger didn't expect this guy to be more fierce and wild than she expected, so she hurriedly put away her longbow and folded back to do a somersault, dodging the wolf corpse thrown by the other party. Before her feet hit the ground, however, she heard Clark laugh wildly, like an out-of-control chariot rushing towards her.

Lyudmila did not have time to draw her knife and was forced to block the opponent's charge with her bare hands.

Savage Rush!

Fearless Assault!

The contest between force and force does not allow for the slightest ambiguity, and the strength attribute of Clark in the rage is as high as 36, and he runs at full speed to launch a collision, and his thick shoulders are covered with a thick layer of ice, like a battering ram slamming into Lyudmila's body, directly knocking it into the air and falling towards the force field wall.

Clark used the impact reaction to stop the momentum, quickly slid his foot, and prepared to deliver the final punch.

He has been begging for a living in the ring for many years, and has accumulated a wealth of experience in field fighting, as soon as he saw Lyudmila flying towards the force field wall, he knew that the next moment she would bounce back against the wall, and he only needed to swing an uppercut to break the opponent's jaw, but considering that the other party was a young and beautiful lady, he also had to take care of his gentlemanly demeanor and use his downpercut to bombard the opponent's lower abdomen instead, anyway, a heavy blow to the stomach would also instantly fall into a fainting, which could also end the fight.

However, this time his opponent was not the usual brute force guys, Lyudmila flew up like lightning the moment she hit the force field wall, kicked off the wall and bounced high, volleyed two knives and slashed at Clark's head.

"Oh? The little girl reacts very quickly! Seeing this, Clark smiled excitedly, raised his hands and turned his fists into claws, grabbing directly at the blade.

Boom! The scimitar had become the end of a powerful crossbow to cut through the thick ice edges, and could no longer inflict more trauma on Clark's hands.

In his berserk state, Clarke's patience for pain was almost limitless, and despite the bleeding of his hands, he grabbed the blade and dragged the female ranger closer, swinging his head and slamming it into the bridge of her nose.

Lyudmila knew exactly what the consequences would be if she was hit, and she raised her leg and kicked the frost giant in the chin with the heel of her boot, kicking him backwards. However, Clark's headbutt was not so easy to defuse, and the impact came through the soles of his feet, and Lyudmila's entire right leg was so sore that she couldn't help but fall to the ground.

Clark raised his hand and dragged his chin and twisted it hard, corrected the dislocated jaw with a click, and strode towards Lyudmila with a murderous face.

"Entanglement!"

Lyudmila slapped her palm on the ground, and vines rose all over the ground, blocking Clark's charge.

Taking this opportunity to activate the growth belt, Lyudmila doubled in size, becoming a giantess taller and stronger than Clark, and the two scimitars also increased in power as they grew in size, slashing at Clarke's body like a storm, splitting the frost armor and leaving a bone-deep knife mark on his chest, and cold blood immediately gushed out.

The Frost Giant finally broke free from the vines, gasping for breath and staggering back, his face looking tired. The time limit for Frost Fury was about to expire, and he knew that if he didn't use the trick to press the bottom of the box, he would lose all hope of winning, so he immediately activated the Stored Magic Ring on his hand!

Rumble! A pale ring of ice spread rapidly around Clark, and a raging cold snap erupted, instantly covering the surrounding twenty feet of space.

Lyudmila was also affected by the cold snap, and the frost invaded her body and suddenly felt a biting chill, so she hurriedly dodged and retreated, looking at Clark in the middle of the cold snap, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes: "This is ...... Frost Nova? ”

Clark raised his right fist, wearing the magic ring, and the answer was self-explanatory. The ring unleashes the Frost Nova once a day, and Clark could have used this spell to attack Lyudmila directly, but he prefers to include himself in the spell's attack range, so that he can get the best of both worlds.

The special cultivation method of the "Frost Fury" allows him to not only be immune to ice damage, but also absorb energy from ice magic and transform it into his own life force, so the moment the "Frost Nova" erupts will not only hurt Lyudmila, but will also slowly heal the wounds on his body.

As soon as Lyudmila thought about it, she realized Clark's intentions, and couldn't help but secretly scold this guy for looking rough but treacherous in his heart. Clark is treacherous, she is not stupid, where is she willing to wait until the other party completely absorbs the cold magic and fully recovers her health? rushed straight up.

The floor of the arena is paved with large rocks, and it has become extremely smooth due to the influence of magic and a layer of frost, and ordinary people can walk in this environment, and they will fall if they are not careful, let alone run at full speed. Lyudmila walked through the frost without hindrance, and the Ranger class "Walking through the Forest" could run at full speed in the snow and ice.

Clark clenched his fists against the door, staring at Lyudmila alertly through the gap between his fists, ready to throw punches at him. Perhaps because Lyudmila became too tall after activating the "growth belt", Clark had to look up to observe the change in her expression, so much so that he ignored his own bottom plate, and suddenly disappeared from the female ranger.

Clark was stunned for a moment before hurriedly looking down, only to realize that Lyudmila had suddenly leaned down to slide against the ground during the charge, and the frost everywhere provided her with a very smooth gliding track, which was far faster than a wild run!

"What kind of trick is this?!" Clark exclaimed, and when he realized that something was wrong, it was too late to react - Lyudmila slid to his feet against the ice, a pair of long, round legs wrapped around his ankles, and unleashed a scissor-like smash!

Clark himself may not have realized that the New World school of boxing he practiced had a systemic weakness: a focus on boxing and a neglect of legs. Compared with the muscular upper body, his lower body strength is obviously weaker, after all, he can hit people with his fists and will never kick with his feet, and even once despised leg skills as flashy juggling. Now he suffered a big loss because of his prejudice, and his tibia was twisted by Lyudmila's powerful legs, and he immediately lost his center of gravity and fell to one side.

Click! The sound of a shin fracture accompanied by a sharp pain, and before he lost consciousness, Clark chuckled in his heart, knowing that he had no chance to turn the tables again. (To be continued.) )