This blatant provocation completely infuriated the arrogant Other.
As an existence far superior to wights, he possessed independent thought and will.
Faced with Lynn's provocation, he was no longer composed.
His ice spear rose, his pace quickened, and he charged straight at Lynn!
In a life-or-death situation, Lynn's expert swordsmanship transformed into pure physical instinct at this moment.
Twisting his waist, turning his body sideways.
The longclaw in his hand, from bottom to top, drew an extremely cunning arc, precisely meeting the stabbing ice crystal spear.
"Clang—!"
A crisp sound, like ice shattering, exploded in the dead silent mountain hollow.
An unimaginable force surged along the sword, instantly numbing Lynn's entire arm.
At the tiger's mouth, the skin and flesh instantly split open.
Warm blood gurgled down the hilt.
"Damn it, what immense strength!"
Lynn cursed inwardly.
Using the recoil, he quickly retreated several steps, creating distance.
He quickly glanced at his sword.
The longclaw, forged from valyrian steel, was unharmed.
The dark ripples on the blade still flowed.
Then he looked at the Other's seemingly indestructible ice crystal spear.
A subtle crack had appeared on the spear tip!
It worked!
valyrian steel was indeed the bane of these ghastly things!
A surge of wild joy welled up in Lynn's heart.
The Other evidently noticed this as well.
He lowered his head and looked at the crack on his spear, his face filled with disbelief.
He no longer probed.
The ice spear in his hand suddenly danced, creating a dazzling array of spear shadows.
The spear shadows were like a forest, radiating chilling cold.
Each thrust carried a sharpness that could pierce through anything, sealing off all of Lynn's evasion space and forcing Lynn to constantly retreat.
Lynn pushed his swordsmanship to its limit.
His figure constantly moved and dodged within the impenetrable spear shadows.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The sound of metal colliding with ice crystals was as dense as a torrential rain beating on banana leaves.
Sparks and ice shards flew in the night.
Lynn was completely at a disadvantage, only able to passively parry and dodge.
Each collision made his arm more numb.
Each dodge brought him closer to death.
Damn it!
This guy's combat technique was as if it had been practiced for thousands of years, so perfect that no flaw could be found!
As creations personally made by the Night King, they possessed extremely high combat skills.
The power amplification brought by frostheart grass was simply not enough in front of him!
If this continued, he would be shaken to death before the opponent could even stab him through!
He had to find a way!
He had to find its weakness... Just as Lynn was struggling, his brain rapidly searching for a solution.
The Other seemed to have lost his patience.
The offensive of the ice spear in his hand suddenly changed.
It was no longer that elegant and deadly spear technique, but transformed into the simplest, most direct horizontal sweep!
This sweep carried an unparalleled terrifying might!
The range was too great!
He couldn't dodge it!
Lynn's pupils suddenly constricted to the extreme.
Damn it!
I'll risk it!
Just at this critical moment, a trace of madness flashed through Lynn's heart!
A blue light flickered in his eyes, and a pure yet concealed Ice Magic power was silently injected into the snow beneath his feet.
Ice Magic!
As the new energy within his body was completely drained.
The patch of snow in front of Lynn instantly became even more slippery than the surrounding area.
All of this happened in a flash.
No one but Lynn himself noticed this subtle change.
The Other also did not notice.
In his eyes, this defiant human was already a dead man.
In his perception, no living being, apart from the great Night King and himself, could master this mysterious and unpredictable Ice Magic!
His elegant and swift footsteps landed heavily on the patch of snow that Lynn had tampered with.
Then... his foot suddenly slipped!
Although he instantly adjusted his body's balance, that deadly horizontal sweep still had a subtle, almost imperceptible deviation and delay.
Now!
Lynn's eyes erupted with an unprecedented brilliance!
He did not retreat; instead, he took a fierce step forward, meeting the sweeping ice spear!
With an inconceivable posture, his body almost brushed against the cold spear shaft, forcing his way into the Other's embrace!
The distance was too close!
So close that Lynn could even clearly see the ancient runes on the Other's armor.
So close that he could feel the absolute zero emanating from his opponent, capable of freezing flesh!
The Other's eyes were filled with clear shock.
He wanted to retreat, wanted to pierce this audacious human with his long spear.
But it was too late.
Lynn's sword moved.
longclaw, from bottom to top, a single upward slash!
It gathered all the strength in his body!
"Hiss—!"
It met no resistance.
The valyrian steel blade, like a red-hot knife cutting through butter, effortlessly sliced through the Other's seemingly indestructible ice crystal armor.
From his abdomen, all the way up.
Until it split open his entire chest!
The Other's body suddenly stiffened.
He lowered his head, looking at the huge wound on his chest.
Inside the wound, there was no blood, no internal organs.
Only a rapidly disintegrating, ice-blue crystal.
"Hiss... crack..."
A sound like shattering glass.
The arrogant Other, that perfect body composed of magic and ice, began to rapidly crack and spread from the chest wound.
Finally, with a "bang."
It burst into countless shimmering ice shards, scattering everywhere.
Under the glow of the bonfire, these ice shards refracted a dreamlike brilliance, then slowly dissipated into the cold air.
As if he had never existed.
The entire mountain hollow was deathly silent.
Lynn leaned on his sword, gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently.