The cold wind was still howling, but the snowflakes in the sky had dissipated, and the gloomy clouds had finally given vent to their anger and replaced them with blue smiles.

Ronald in the valley, but he couldn't laugh.

He and Snow Bear fought for a while, but to no avail. Every time he finds an opportunity to prepare for a lunge, Snow Bear always recognizes his intentions. Gradually, Ronald gasped more frequently.

Seeing that his opponent looked out of breath and obviously exhausted, Snow Bear couldn't help but grin. It slumped down and charged again. It saw that the black-haired human had managed to dodge its own charge with difficulty. Snow Bear immediately did the same, stopping its charging form again and spitting out an ice pick.

Ronald didn't use the ice mirror technique to resist this time, he threw himself forward, and narrowly dodged the ice picks provoked by the snow bear with an extremely embarrassed mouth gnawing mud posture.

Roar!

Seeing the embarrassed look of its opponent, the snow bear smirked as it lowered its head and charged at Ronald again.

After dodging the icicle, Ronald put his hand on hard and immediately jumped into a small jump. Seeing the fat but unusually agile body, Ronald knew that now was not the time, so he ran frantically under the pine tree with his sword.

Crunch, squeak.

The snow mixed with the mud splashed, and deep footprints appeared in the snow.

Snow Bear is in hot pursuit.

It saw the human leaning against the pine tree, his chest heaving violently, and a hot sweat on his forehead. The snow bear stopped its pursuit, stood up triumphantly, and pushed its palms up under the pine trees. The snow bear's massive body, nearly four meters tall, gradually approached the enemy's side.

Ronald stared at the huge oppressive figure, but there was no fear in his eyes. The snow bear slammed into a fierce light, slashed down with its raised palm, and slapped it at Ronald with great speed.

Syllable!

He slumped down, narrowly dodging the snow bear's attack, but the large pine tree he was leaning on was rattled and sawdust flew everywhere. The canopy of the trees shook and fell.

Boom.

Before the snow had fallen, Ronald hurried behind the pine trees. With all his strength, he slashed at the pine tree that had been slapped with a big gap, and was a little crumbling at the moment. With a pop, the weapon slashed precisely across the gap in the pine, cutting a deep mark.

Crunch!

This pine tree shook even more.

Seeing that the slash didn't work, Ronald kicked his leg and slammed it into one shoulder.

This time, the pine tree finally leaned towards the snow bear's body, and the snow bear grinned and quickly resisted one of the pine branches with his arm.

Now is the time!

Ignoring the burning pain in his shoulder, Ronald took small steps and stabbed his head in the abdomen of the snow bear carrying the pine branch. This time, Snow Bear couldn't shake out his palm and slapped the sword's head.

Roar!

The snow bear, with a sword in its abdomen, roared angrily and tore through thigh-thick branches. Its abdomen immediately showed a hint of red, and the snow-white body lined the wound with special attention.

The blow was successful, but Ronald did not dare to continue the attack, he made a sharp back jump and immediately flashed to the side.

Click, click, click.

The snow bear, which broke free from under the pine trees, charged at Ronald like a frenzy.

Seeing that the snow bear had lost his mind, Ronald raised an eyebrow.

Finally this time came! He stretched out his left hand and released the Ice Mirror Technique that he had prepared long ago at the snow bear, which was as fast as the wind. The ice mirror that appeared out of thin air collided with the charging behemoth.

Syllable!

While crushing the ice mirror, the back half of the snow bear's body was also slightly lifted into the air due to its own reaction force.

It's all up to this blow!

Ronald's eyes burned and he let out a loud roar: "Die!"

He made a big jump, and with the momentum of landing, he stabbed the snow bear with his sword in both hands and stabbed it fiercely. The iron sword sank deep into the fat protected neck of the snow bear, and Ronald rode under the snow bear before he could react, and took advantage of the situation to slam the weapon in his hand.

Oh!

A bloody arrow flew out, shooting him all over his body.

The snow bear under his crotch began to struggle frantically. Ronald, who was riding on the snow bear, only felt the world spinning for a while, but he just held the sword hard, pressed it against the snow bear's back as hard as he could, and continued to stir the weapon in his hand.

Syllable!

The iron sword was broken by the snow bear's fierce struggle, and as soon as he felt his hand loosen, he was thrown five meters away. Holding back the sweetness gushing from his throat, Ronald held the half of the iron sword and ran away again. After a few steps, he aimed his weapon at the eyes of the snow bear, who only knew how to shoot wildly, and poked it hard.

Syllable!

Snow Bear's left eye was bleeding profusely, and he was slapped away by Snow Bear's slap. The iron sword was also slapped out of his hand, spinning and sticking diagonally into the snow.

Burst!

Ronald struggled to his knees, he only felt his eyes darken, and he could no longer suppress the churning in his abdomen. He clutched his stomach, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and coughed violently. To his alarm, he caught a glimpse of the snow bear staggering in his direction, the white snow covered with the scarlet that flowed all the way down.

The sword in the neck, I stirred it a few times, and I didn't even die!

Ronald, who was sweating all over his face, was a little scared in surprise, and he couldn't care so much, so he quickly covered his stomach and struggled to stand up. Without waiting for the snow bear to approach, Ronald desperately resisted the burning pain in his abdomen and ran desperately in the direction where the iron sword landed.

Oh!

A loud roar came, and he felt a biting wind behind him. Ronald immediately lunged forward, a bone-chilling chill running over his scalp. After a period of panic, Ronald, who threw himself on the ground, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that if it was too late, his head would be poked to the ground by an ice pick.

Before he could get up, there was a tremor in the snow.

Ronald looked back and saw that the behemoth had slammed to the ground, hot blood flowing out and melting the snow around it. He struggled to his feet, sitting in the snow gasping for air.

Ahem.

He squirted a few more mouthfuls of blood. At this moment, the hot sweat on his body had become cold, and when he was blown by the biting cold wind, the chill penetrated deep into the bone marrow like an ice needle.

His face, as if he had just crawled out of the mud, was red and black, and his buttocks, from the erosion of the snow, began to be numb and hot. But he just wiped his blood-stained face indiscriminately, then looked at the motionless snow bear carcass and grinned stupidly. When laughing, he accidentally caused a spasm in his abdomen. A cramping pain in his abdomen made him cough again.

Ahem.

Ignoring the cramping sensation in his abdomen, he clenched his fists excitedly, held his head high and shouted, "It's successful!"

Ahem. Ha, ha, ha.

He gasped for breath with excitement and barely managed to stand up. Shaking his dazed head, he staggered over to the dagger and pulled it out. Staring at the half-cut short sword, he smiled bitterly, and his mood suddenly brightened again.

When I entered the valley, I knew that it was going to break sooner or later. Well, I can try to see if that idea works.

As if remembering something, he suddenly looked up at the sky, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

It's just that...... I'm sorry, Uncle Falar, I'll bury it in Gehado Village, definitely!

Ronald clutched the dagger and dug out the white magic crystal from the already cold snow bear's corpse, and walked firmly towards the snow-covered package.

In the days since, Ronald, who has already learned about his extreme strength, did not dare to go deeper. He found a small sheltered cave by the valley and expanded it as a shelter for himself.

He wakes up early in the morning and begins to train in swordsmanship, in the afternoon he runs around the outskirts of the valley, and at night he trains quietly in magic. After more than a month of continuous exercise, he finally put the idea in his heart into practice.

With the condensation of magic power, a crystal clear ice sword manifested in his hand.

Looking at the long sword made of ice in his hand, Ronald raised his eyebrows in satisfaction.

Very good, now the body, fully adapted to the environment here. If you engage in snow battles now, it will no longer affect your swordsmanship. Moreover, the upper limit of his mana has also increased a lot, which is enough to use the Ice Mirror Technique five times. More critically......

Scattering the ice sword in his hand, Ronald began to meditate on channeling the magic in his body. With the release of the magic power, a bone-chilling wind pressure swirled around his body, and dozens of thin ice blades condensed with it. As his mind took control, these thin blades appeared out of thin air and shot swiftly towards a cedar tree not far away.

Puff puff!

The ice blade was nailed to the trunk of a cedar tree more than ten meters away, sinking into most of the blade. Seeing the results of his training, Ronald couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Well, it's time, keep going!

As he went deeper, he found that in the valley, which was becoming more and more open, the number of pine and fir trees gradually increased. There are also many caves near the cliffs, and there are many snow bears living in them. Looking at the snow bears in the distance, big and small, his eyes became a little excited.

It turns out that deep in this valley is home to snow bears.

He quickly condensed an ice sword and followed it with careful steps, lurking towards the outermost snow bear, the cat's waist. A line of pale white feet appeared in the snow, but the sound of his footsteps as he walked was barely audible.

Today, Ronald, like those snow bears, has adapted to the snow environment and is able to keep quiet when walking in the snow.

Lurking at the snow bear's side, Ronald quickly threw the ice sword in his hand, causing a small wound in its abdomen. As the enraged Snow Bear charged, an ice sword was once again condensed in his hand. With a confident look in his eyes, he met his prey without hesitation.

Bang!

The impact of the two brought out a strong wind pressure, which caused the snow to scatter and splash. Ronald felt just a numbness in his arm, and no burning pain was coming.

Very good!

He stared at his prey, his eyebrows raised, and his deep, watery eyes glowed with confidence.

This time the battle was much easier than he expected, and in less than half an hour, the snow bear was put down on the snow by Ronald with a snap. Rummaging through the snow bear's carcass, Ronald found no shadow of a magic crystal on his forehead or chest. He didn't pay much attention to it, and after carefully cutting a large piece of fur, he walked back briskly, intending to come back the next day.