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The battlefield is ever-changing, perhaps Laufey could rely on his cold to resist the erosion of 'flames', but Frank would definitely not give him this chance.

Even a rookie just stepping onto the battlefield understands this principle, let alone Old Laufey, who has lived for countless years and fought countless battles, so he merely used his cold to prevent the 'flames' from spreading further.

Then, Laufey condensed a small amount of cold air in his left hand, and an ice blade extended along his palm. With a swift motion, he chopped off his right hand along the elbow.

Clean and efficient, from stopping the flames from spreading to swiftly chopping off his arm, the whole process took less than three seconds. This speed was extremely fast, so fast that Frank's pursuit was a step behind.

Seeing Frank charging up, Laufey swung his right fist. Frank was stunned by the missing half of his arm. He didn't know why his opponent would swing a fist with a crippled arm. Could it be that the limb was missing and caused dementia?

Frank didn't doubt for too long. Laufey quickly gave him the answer. The arm that was missing half of it drew a trajectory in the air as usual, and even blood gushed out during the movement.

"Kara Kara!"

Suddenly, the blood congealed in mid-air, unexpectedly turning into a flail. Frank was caught off guard and hit Laufey's flail head-on.

"Bang!"

Frank flew backward in response, crashing into the audience seats, but he immediately got up again, wiping the angry energy flowing from his nose while guarding against Laufey.

"He actually condensed his own blood into a weapon." Frank was shocked.

"I learned it from you." Laufey raised his severed arm. Under his feet were the ashes that had been burned.

It must be said that Laufey's move was indeed beautiful, not only freezing the cut surface to prevent blood from continuing to flow out, but also catching Frank off guard.

Laufey muttered words, and the severed arm on his right actually changed again, this time turning into the appearance of a normal arm.

"As long as you add a little bit of witchcraft, shortcomings can also become strengths. Surrender, and I might spare your life."

Frank spat, spitting out his broken teeth, along with his response to Laufey.

It must be said that Laufey is a very difficult opponent. Relying on his current self, he simply cannot defeat him in a short time. I heard that this is still a weakened Frost Giant. I don't know how strong these things are in their peak state.

If he could perfectly control the Lantern Beast, he should be able to easily defeat the opponent in front of him, but this is obviously unrealistic.

The current Frank can only force him to use the Lantern Beast by putting it in danger. Rather than the Lantern Beast protecting him, the Lantern Beast is actually protecting itself.

He must choose another more realistic way, fortunately, this way is right in front of him.

Frank took a deep breath, stood up and raised his left hand with the Lantern Ring to his chest, as if to echo his master, the Lantern Ring lit up again.

"Scalding hot blood, scarlet anger, taken from the uncooled bones."

Looking at Frank, who suddenly began to recite poetry for some reason, Laufey did not dare to relax in the slightest. He would not think that his opponent suddenly recited poetry because he was in the mood during the battle. He believed that every step of the enemy in the battle had a reason.

Not to mention reciting poetry, he had seen even stranger fighting methods. For Laufey, no matter what Frank wanted to do now, it was always right to stop him.

After making up his mind, Laufey's right hand turned into a flail, and he rushed towards Frank, and in the process of sprinting, he also picked up the giant axe stuck in the ground. For a time, his right hand turned into a hammer, and his left hand held an axe, rushing towards Frank who was standing in place.

"Boom!"

The red light was so bright that Laufey couldn't open his eyes for a while. Not only the red light, but the airflow composed of energy made it difficult for him to move forward, and he couldn't hurt Frank in the center.

"Deep hatred boils in the lungs, forging the Yellow Springs Road for your kind!"

After saying that, the red light that had just bloomed began to shrink rapidly, including the released energy, and even the Lantern Beast standing still in the distance flew over together.

Red smoke billowed. After the scarlet smoke dissipated, Laufey finally regained his vision, but at this time, there was no sign of Frank and the Lantern Beast in front of him, replaced by a brand new figure.

This person was covered in plate armor composed of red and black colors, wearing an exaggerated bull-horned mask, with beast-headed shoulder armor covering his shoulders, and steaming flames flowing out from the gaps in the armor from time to time.

This appearance reminded Laufey of the monster who had died long ago, the first emperor of Muspelheim—Surtur.

Yang Le, who was sitting in the monitoring room, recognized it at a glance. Frank had once again merged with the Lantern Beast. Now he should be called the Blood Butcher.

The battlefield suddenly became silent, and Laufey didn't dare to act rashly for a while. He didn't know what kind of changes the enemy had undergone. If he rashly launched an attack, he might fall into a passive position instead.

If the enemy doesn't move, I'll move randomly. The Blood Butcher obviously doesn't know what calmness is. He disappeared in place with a long-handled axe in his hand. Laufey only felt a blur in front of his eyes. The Blood Butcher didn't know when he had rushed in front of him.

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Without thinking too much, Laufey subconsciously placed the giant axe horizontally in front of him, narrowly blocking the Blood Butcher's sudden attack.

"Dang!"

After a sound like a Hong Zhong, Laufey only felt that the tiger's mouth of his only remaining left hand was sore and numb. If he hadn't held the axe handle tightly, this move would have allowed his weapon to be released.

Because he lost the first opportunity due to temporary vigilance, if he was suppressed and beaten because of unfavorable hands and feet, there would be no chance of a comeback.

Laufey knew that he couldn't delay any longer. He stretched out his right hand, which had turned into a nail hammer, and slammed it into the Blood Butcher's face. The latter didn't know to dodge, and abruptly took Laufey's attack.

The spikes of the nail hammer were stuck in the helmet gap. Logically speaking, a normal creature should be afraid, but the Blood Butcher would not. He only thought about how to tear apart the creature in front of him.

Letting go of the axe handle with his left hand, the Blood Butcher pulled out a butcher knife hanging in front of him and stabbed it towards Laufey's neck. If this move hit, Laufey would definitely die.

Laufey certainly understood. Looking at the sword that was getting closer and closer to him, the hairs on his body exploded, and he quickly canceled his control over his right hand. It was only when the ice turned back into blood that he got a chance to escape.

But after all, it was a step too late. Although this knife failed to stab him in the neck, it did stab into his shoulder after all. Laufey's shoulder armor played a role, causing the wound to not be very deep.

But the Blood Butcher's weapons are not only sharp, they are all composed of emotional spectrum, and they also have the characteristics of anger energy, such as burning.