Chapter 1859: He Actually Lost?

Chapter 1859: He Actually Lost?

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Draco hadn’t even had a chance to react when he felt an immensely powerful force surging through his palm and into his body.

He quickly tried to resist Connor’s power, but Connor’s strength was overwhelming.

Before he could gather his energy, his body was sent flying.

Seizing the opportunity, Connor pursued and delivered a powerful punch to his chest.

It was as if a divine force struck, shattering the protective energy around him and piercing through his entire body.

A deafening crash echoed as his body slammed into the ground, creating a massive crater.

The onlookers were left wide-eyed, their expressions filled with disbelief.

None of them had anticipated this outcome.

Draco seemed utterly defenseless against Connor.

“At this rate, Draco is really going to lose.” Gideon couldn’t help but mutter.

“Even if he doesn’t lose, it seems his luck today is running thin,” Javier added.

In their hearts, they all knew that if Draco lost to Connor, they wouldn’t escape Connor’s clutches either.

But just then, a figure soared out of the deep crater.

Draco stood suspended in mid-air, gazing down at Connor like a deity.

“Draco hasn’t lost yet!” Gideon exclaimed excitedly.

Although he appeared battered, his aura hadn’t diminished; in fact, it seemed even stronger than before.

“Connor, I didn’t expect you could push me to this extent!” Draco spoke softly, looking down at Connor.

Connor remained silent when he heard this.

“I thought I could easily handle you, but now I realize I underestimated you.

It’s been years since I faced an opponent like you.

Today, I’ll test the power of the martial arts I’ve dedicated years to perfecting!” Draco shouted, raising his hands.

In the next moment, a vortex formed around his body, seemingly devouring something.

After a few seconds, ice crystals appeared on his body.

His appearance resembled that of a long-frozen corpse, sending shivers down everyone’s spine.

“Draco seems to be absorbing the cold air around him,” the crowd muttered, puzzled as they felt the temperature rising.

“Yes, he is practicing the ‘Froststeel Flow’ technique.

He’s actually learned it!” Gideon’s voice quivered.

“Froststeel Flow?” Everyone present widened their eyes in shock.

The Froststeel Flow technique was the most elite body-refining method in Comtar’s martial world.

It was said to make a person’s body even tougher than ice, greatly enhancing their combat prowess.

However, because of its demanding requirements and the life-threatening consequences of failure, very few dared to attempt it.

In the past, some martial artists in Comtar had practiced it to increase their combat power, but they had either perished from the intense cold or suffered severe bodily damage while using the technique.

Froststeel Flow had become a forbidden technique in Comtar, known only to a handful of martial artists who never dared to try it.

No one expected Draco to secretly practice this technique.

“Is Draco throwing his life away?” Tarunn’s voice trembled.

“Yeah, once he uses Froststeel Flow, even if he’s a martial arts grandmaster, it’ll be hard for him to withstand the backlash of the cold energy!” Javier added.

“If Draco doesn’t use this move today, he might die at Connor’s hands.

Using it might give him a chance…” Keaton whispered.

Sighs escaped from everyone’s lips as they conversed.

Unbeknownst to them, Draco’s body had turned a corpse-like shade, and Connor sensed that although Draco’s heart still beat, it did so at an agonizingly slow pace.

His body was on the brink of collapse.

“Today, I’ll show you my true power!” he roared at Connor, charging toward him like a monstrous force.

His speed was astonishing; it seemed he reached Connor’s position in an instant.

He raised his fist and struck Connor’s chest.

“Thud!” Instantly, Connor was sent flying.

Before he could regain his footing, Draco was already in front of him, lifting his leg and ruthlessly stomping down on Connor’s body.

Perhaps due to the earlier punch he received, Connor’s body was now affected by the frigid energy, causing his speed to be noticeably slower.

“Thud!” Draco’s foot landed on his chest.

Connor spat out a mouthful of blood, which froze instantly.

“I didn’t expect there would be such a technique in this world!” Connor gritted his teeth, enduring the churning energy within him.

“In my eyes, you’re nothing more than an ant.

No matter how you gained such power, you’ll meet your end today!” Draco coldly declared, staring at him.