Pride Will Kill Me

The cavern erupted into chaos.

Blades clashed, voices roared, and the icy chill of frost Qi turned the air bitter cold. The elders lunged at Verion in unison, their frost-forged weapons shimmering like death itself.

SHHIIING!

Verion stood his ground, his small frame dwarfed by the towering martial sages. Reddish-violet Qi flared around him in defiance, pulsing violently like a heartbeat.

The frost shards hurtling toward him melted before they could strike, sizzling into harmless droplets that hissed against the cavern floor.

"You think your frost can stop me?"

Verion sneered, his voice sharp and scornful despite its childish timbre. He sidestepped an elder's sweeping strike, his blade carving a crimson streak across the man's chest.

The elder gasped, collapsing with a wet thud as blood spilled freely onto the icy ground.

"One down."