Concurrently, the hundreds of meters around him had become a world of ice and snow. The chill emanated from his body had affected the surrounding environment.
With a whoosh, the icy sword in Fitzdurk's hand was stabbing toward Jacob once again. At the same time, countless icicles formed in the air. As solid as they were, they could even pierce through the surrounding trees.
"You're biting off more than you can chew." Jacob sneered, "You foreigners always go for florid attacks, but your skills are impractical. What's the use of being pleasing to the eye when they won't work?"
"You won't know whether it'll work or not until you try it," Fitzdurk smirked and sped up unexpectedly, striking Jacob's neck with the sword in his hand.