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#433 - Chapter 167: The Death of the Night King (Part 2)

Not giving Liu Yuan any chance to breathe, the Night King continued his assault, his sword techniques fierce, each swing accompanied by magical attacks.

Liu Yuan continuously dodged and parried, gradually adapting to the Night King's rhythm. He noticed that while the Night King's swordsmanship was ferocious, it was somewhat one-dimensional, seemingly relying solely on strength and speed to win; at its core, it was still a mage.

Liu Yuan decided to take the initiative. He brandished his Modao, slamming the hilt into the Night King's abdomen. The Night King, stung by the blow, immediately retreated a few steps, then retaliated with a sword strike. Liu Yuan seized the opportunity to strike the Night King's sword with the spine of his Modao, knocking it aside. Then, he kicked the Night King in the abdomen, pushing him back several steps again.

The Night King steadied himself, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. He charged forward again, engaging Liu Yuan in a fierce exchange. They traded blows, neither willing to yield. For a time, the battlefield was filled with the glint of blades and chilling air.

In the midst of the battle, Liu Yuan gradually found openings in the Night King's defense. Exploiting the gaps in the Night King's attacks, he launched several effective counterattacks, inflicting over a dozen deep, flesh-revealing wounds on the Night King's body.

However, the Night King's strength was not to be underestimated. He quickly adjusted his tactics, strengthened his defense, and launched attacks with even greater speed.

Liu Yuan realized that this battle might last for a while. He needed to remain vigilant and seek more opportunities. At the same time, he was considering how to better deal with the Night King's attacks and how to leverage his own strengths.

As time ticked by, the Night King's movements began to slow down. Even his semi-elemental body was gradually losing stamina.

Liu Yuan keenly sensed the Night King's fatigue. The originally annoying ice shards had decreased from forty or fifty to a mere ten. Although these ice shards didn't inflict much damage, the accompanying shock, freezing, and slowing effects were quite bothersome.

Seeing the opportunity, Liu Yuan launched an even more ferocious attack. The Night King had to go all out to ensure he would receive fewer blows.

The two collided again, their left hands each gripping the other's weapon-wielding right hand, beginning a contest of strength. However, Liu Yuan's strength was clearly greater. Under his powerful suppression, the Night King's arms were slowly pried apart. Just then, Liu Yuan, staring intently at the Night King, suddenly noticed the Night King's damaged mask fall off, revealing a playful smile on his face.

The Night King opened his mouth and let out a piercing roar, a dazzling azure light shining from his wide-open mouth.

"Damn! How insidious!" Liu Yuan cursed inwardly. He quickly dodged to the side, but unfortunately, the two were already tightly entangled and unable to break free. At that moment, the Night King once again controlled the remaining ice shards, violently crashing them towards Liu Yuan. These ice shards exploded upon impact, the splashing cold air quickly freezing Liu Yuan's armor, firmly fixing him in place.

Immediately following, an incredibly powerful shockwave ferociously slammed into Liu Yuan's face. This was the Night King's Ice Breath skill. Liu Yuan only managed to turn his head slightly before being engulfed by the azure, jewel-like light. His upper body was instantly frozen, frost ruthlessly filling every crevice in his armor and continuing to spread downwards.

Knowing that remaining passive would be too disadvantageous, Liu Yuan decisively took action. He quickly took a step back, leaning slightly back with the force of the Ice Breath, while simultaneously kicking out with his right leg in a perfect split. This kick landed squarely on the Night King's chin, forcefully stopping his breath attack. The powerful force caused the Night King's cold air to erupt from his nose and ears, while he himself was sent flying.

Liu Yuan did not press his advantage to deliver a fatal blow. He stood frozen in place in a strange posture, as if frozen in time. His body had been frozen solid, rendering him completely immobile.

He slowly spread his arms and began to exert force, attempting to shatter the ice layer on his upper body. With his movements, countless tiny ice shards fell from the gaps in his armor, producing crisp sounds. However, this process was extremely difficult, each exertion requiring immense strength.

Finally, he laboriously raised his hand and forcefully struck his neck several times. After some effort, he successfully removed his helmet, which had been frozen into an ice block, and breathed in the fresh air.

The Night King staggered to his feet, his face covered in blood, his chin shattered, and his expression dazed. Despite this, he stubbornly raised his greatsword and continued to fight Liu Yuan.

In the fierce battle, Liu Yuan keenly sensed a clear opening in the Night King's movements. He reacted quickly, using the hilt of his Modao to deflect the 'Light Bringer,' and seized the perfect opportunity to pierce the Night King's abdomen with his Modao. Immediately after, he kicked the Night King hard in the chest, using all his strength to send him flying.

The Night King tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. He struggled to stand up, but his body wouldn't obey, forcing him to curl up on the ground in pain.

Despair and anger were revealed in the Night King's eyes. He clutched tightly at the wound on his abdomen, blue-black blood constantly seeping out, staining the surrounding ground red. Just now, when Liu Yuan pulled out the Modao, he dragged it along, and the sharp blade carved out a two-foot-long wound on the Night King's body. The Night King let out a painful roar, his body trembling, seemingly feeling intense pain from the wound.

Liu Yuan gripped the Modao tightly and slowly walked towards him, the blade sparking against the ground. He kept a wary eye on the Night King, knowing that the more desperate a beast is, the more dangerous it becomes, and he could not be careless. He didn't know what other tricks the Night King had up his sleeve, so he had to remain vigilant at all times.

Suddenly, dense ice thorns appeared around the Night King. These ice thorns were smaller than ice cones but larger than ice needles. They glittered with a cold light, giving off a bone-chilling sensation. The Night King roared, and these ice thorns shot towards Liu Yuan like a rainstorm.

Liu Yuan wielded the Modao, desperately blocking the attack of the spikes. His movements were swift and powerful, each swing knocking the ice thorns away. However, the Night King did not stop attacking. He exhausted all his strength to absorb the surrounding ice elements, quickly condensing more ice spikes and continuing to shoot them at Liu Yuan like a rainstorm.

As time passed, the number of spikes being shot increased continuously, but Liu Yuan coped with them more and more skillfully. At the same time, Liu Yuan noticed that the force transmitted from the ice thorns was obviously weakening. He realized that the Night King was gradually running out of strength.