The Frozen Wall of Defense        

Gore tried to get up, but his body was betraying him. The freezing aura around Frigid had drained him of his stamina, and his enhanced stats were beginning to wane as the effect of the artifact wore off. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving, while Frigid stood tall and unshaken.

"You're persistent," Frigid said, his voice calm but carrying a weight that silenced the arena. "I'll give you that. But persistence isn't enough."

Gore snarled, dragging himself to his feet. His movements were sluggish, his punches now wild and desperate. He swung at Frigid, but the ice giant easily deflected the blows, his impenetrable defense holding firm.

Each failed attack only wore Gore down further, while Frigid's passive regeneration continued to restore him to full strength. Gore's health bar was dwindling, his stamina nearly depleted. He was losing ground with every passing second, and it was clear to everyone watching that he was outmatched.