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The frost giant squatted on a rocky beach, holding a bison in his hand and tearing at raw meat.

He was bigger than Ron had imagined, nearly 6 meters tall, with blue and white skin that was as rough as rock and covered with incomprehensible patterns, like a frozen riverbed.

Beside him were two stolen boxes, scattered with salt and dried meat.

As soon as Ron and his group appeared, the frost giant noticed them, his cold eyes cautiously watching their direction.

One hand had already grasped the enormous ice crystal rod beside him.

Eyes facing each other.

The atmosphere instantly froze to freezing point.

Ron's warhorse was startled by the giant's terrifying aura, neighing anxiously and pawing the ground with its limbs.

Ron reined in his horse and gestured for the intelligence agents behind him to stop.

"You all retreat, don't follow us."

The intelligence agents looked at each other, but wisely withdrew.

Ron dismounted and threw the reins to them.

He walked forward alone.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the chill emanating from this guy; even the grass around him is covered in frost.

The frost giant Han Yue had already put down the bison he was holding, picked up his club, and was ready to teach this reckless human a lesson.

Han Yue was the number one warrior of the Ice Ridge Tribe. If it weren't for the struggle for the position of tribe leader, he would have been ambushed and seriously injured by several elders.

How could things have ended up like this?

Even when surrounded by several people, he still managed to kill a level two elder and escape with serious injuries.

Later, they left Frostland to escape pursuit and fled to the south.

Han Yue looked at Ron, who was approaching him, and a cruel smile appeared on his face. He was going to tear this human to pieces in a moment.

Let him know that not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can provoke him.

Even though he is still injured, he is still the warrior who once struck fear into the hearts of his enemies.

Ron saw that the frost giant opposite him did not flee, but instead looked like it was about to pounce, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Not running away? That makes things easier.

He stopped twenty paces away from Han Yue, looking up at the enormous creature, its five-meter-tall body casting a large shadow in the sunlight.

Han Yue looked down at him, his eyes flashed, and he grinned. His teeth were uneven, some even broken in half, making him look particularly ferocious.

"Excavator Gurgle (Human, are you here to die?)"

Then, with a swift strike, the ice crystal club hurtled towards Ron's head with a whooshing sound.

Seeing the humans below standing still, looking like they couldn't dodge in time, Han Yue suddenly felt bored.

That's it?

He could almost see this human unable to withstand even a single blow from him, his head smashed open.

That was really disappointing!

But before the frost giant could finish his reflection, he witnessed an unbelievable scene.

The human pulled out a spiked club and blocked the attack. Han Yue then felt a force from the club in his hand that was no less than his own.

They've been blocked. This human is no ordinary person!

Han Yue immediately became alert.

Ron, though he took the hit from the Frost Giant, was still badly injured.

He was blasted dozens of meters away before coming to a stop.

He shook his numb arm and thought to himself, "This giant is really strong. He must be one of the strongest among level two life forms."

It's been so long since I've encountered an opponent like this.

The two exchanged a glance, neither of them intending to back down.

The frost giant let out a low growl, raised its ice crystal club, and continued its attack on Ron.

The sound of the club whistling through the air was like the wailing of ghosts. Ron dodged to the side, and the club grazed his shoulder before hitting the ground.

The ground exploded, scattering rubble and ice fragments everywhere.

Several icicles shot out from the crack and pierced his calf.

Ron leaped up, shattering the thickest ice spike with one foot, and used the momentum to flip and jump, smashing his spiked club directly into the frost giant's head.

"clang!!"

With a loud bang, ice shards fell everywhere.

The Frost Giant was so dizzy from Ron's attack that he staggered a couple of steps before feeling a little better.

He touched his head, and blue blood covered his huge face. He was first shocked, and then he was filled with uncontrollable rage.

He looked up and stared at Ron:

"You're asking for it..."

Then, his magical power surged, and an astonishing chill began to emanate from his entire body, as if to freeze the flight attendants around him.

His next strikes were imbued with frost, and Ron was afflicted by this frost every time he clashed with him.

After a few moves, Ron's hair and body were covered in a layer of ice crystals.

Its movements became much slower, and it was hit hard several times by the giant with its big club.

Both men made almost no attempt to dodge, and their punches landed squarely.

Ron's physique, nourished by the original liquid, is invincible among his peers and can easily defeat magical beasts.

This frost giant is also a mutant, capable of fighting four or five opponents of the same level.

And so, the two fought for nearly an hour.

Ron's armor was dented in several places, and the armor on his left shoulder was broken, revealing a purplish-blue patch.

The internal organs were also shaken and felt uncomfortable.

Blood was seeping from his mouth, nose, and ears, making him look like he had just been pulled out of a pool of blood.

Han Yue wasn't much better off.

One of his legs was already crippled, and countless bones throughout his body were broken. Blue and white blood stained half of his body pale blue.

After another exchange of blows.

This time, the frost giant retreated five steps, leaving two deep footprints in the frozen ground beneath his feet. A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

But he smiled.

Han Yue stood there, panting heavily, looking down at Ron.

"Human, you are very strong." His voice was like the clash of stones, deep and rough.

"But your body can't hold on any longer. No matter how strong you humans are, your bodies can't compare to ours."

My vitality is ten times stronger than yours. In this battle, the one who laughs last is me!!

Ron, supporting himself with his spiked club, gasped for breath. He looked up at him.

Then he laughed too.

Then Han Yue saw it.

Ron pulled out several bottles of dark red liquid from somewhere, unscrewed the caps, and tilted his head back to gulp them down.

One bottle, two bottles, three bottles.

As the deep red liquid entered his throat, Ron's wounds healed at a visible speed, and his aura quickly rose from a state of exhaustion to its peak.

Han Yue's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Damn it!"

Ron stood up, stretched his shoulders, and his knuckles cracked.

He picked up the spiked club and smiled at Han Yue.

Second playthrough begins...

Han Yue's face darkened, but he refused to believe it.

He swung his big club and charged forward again. This time, he used all his strength with every blow, and the ground trembled as the club slammed down.

Ron didn't dodge, and continued to fight him head-on, occasionally using his fighting spirit to his advantage.

Another half hour later.

This time, Han Yue's injuries were more severe, and he was somewhat unsteady on his feet.

His breathing was completely disordered, and the icy blue patterns flickered on and off, like a lamp that might go out at any moment.

Ron is doing better this time; he can still stand.

But to the frost giant's dismay, he saw the human opposite him pull out several more small bottles.

After drinking it, I felt better.

What's the point of even fighting?!

Han Yue's eyes reddened.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

He turned and ran.

The six-meter-tall giant strode northward, each step covering seven or eight meters, making the ground thud loudly.

What glory of being the tribe's number one warrior, what once made enemies tremble?

This human has no martial ethics; when he can't win a fight, he takes drugs, and after taking drugs, he's even more powerful than before.

Han Yue ran faster and faster, with only one thought in his mind:

Get as far away from this bastard as possible.

But then he heard a voice behind him.

"Dragon!!"

A flash of white light.

A giant, silvery-white dragon appeared out of nowhere, its wings spreading out and covering half the sky.

Han Yue's pupils suddenly contracted to a slit.

Dragon? Adult dragon?

Only one thought remained in his mind: "It's over!"

"You should have said you had a dragon sooner! Why would I be arguing with you?!"

Margaret swooped down and unleashed a blast of frost-covered dragon breath upon him.

A pale blue chill enveloped his entire body.

Han Yue desperately urged the frost power within his body to resist, and the patterns on his body shone brightly white, but the gap between a third-tier and a second-tier opponent was too great.

As the chill dissipated, he was frozen in place, with only his head still able to move.