Lunar Legacy: Rise Of The Beastlord-Chapter 74: Clash of Titans (3)

Jayden staggered backward, one arm frozen solid, blood painting his chest like war paint. His breaths came ragged, hot steam in the cold night air.

But his eye still burned.

The Winter Wolf stood tall, her frost aura pulsing like a blizzard heartbeat. She was calculating, emotionless. Her breath crystalized in the air like diamonds. She had every advantage.

But Jayden still had rage. He still had instinct.

He still had his right fist.

"...That all you got?" he coughed, spitting blood.

Then he grinned.

"Because I’m just getting started."

Then.. his aura flared.

Not just from power, but from refusal.

Refusal to stay down. Refusal to let her win.

Refusal to die so easily.

He clenched his right hand into a claw and took a step forward.

"I guess i have no choice... I’ll have to kill you with one arm."

FWOOOSH!

A shockwave burst from him as he lunged—and vanished into the snowmist, disappearing from the spot in the blink of an eye.

The Winter Wolf’s frowned, her ears twitched. And something screamed at her to move.

She quickly leapt back.. but it was too late.

Jayden was already there, grinning, hands stretched out.

BOOOOM!!!

He punched the ground, sending a telekinetic shockwave up beneath her, launching her into the air like a missile.

And before she could reorient.. he was already above her.

Mid-air. Eyes blazing gold. Beast Aura flaring.

"Let’s see how you like being hunted."

He spun, and kicked her down with a monstrous heel drop.

CRAAASH!!!

She slammed into the ice below, skidding, shattering the frozen battlefield into craters.

He landed hard, staggered—but didn’t stop.

He charged in again, telekinetically pulling nearby ice shards into orbit around him like blades.

The Winter wolf rose, snarling. She noticed the incoming attack and tried to prepare a counterstrike, but she was too slow.

Jayden launched them all. Twenty shards. All at once.

The Winter wolf moved like a blur. She dodged half. Blocked five.

But five still managed to hit... one in her side, another in her rear leg, two across her shoulder, and a final one close to her heart.

She growled in pain, wounded, her blood now dripping, steaming on contact with snow.

The beasts watching gasped. A few stepped back.

For the first time, the Winter wolf had taken a fatal blow.

Jayden stood barely. Blood smeared across his jaw, his left arm a glacial prison. One eye already swollen, lip torn, hair matted to his face. His heartbeat thundered like a war drum in his ears, wild and disoriented.

And still, he grinned.

"You look tired," he rasped. Eyes glaring at the Winter Wolf like a sun refusing to die.

"I thought alphas didn’t run from fights."

The crowd of beasts flinched as he said it.

Even the trees whispered.

The Winter Wolf’s expression didn’t change—but her aura deepened. Within seconds, her wounds healed up with a cold frosty effect. The ice at her paws cracked from sheer pressure. She raised her snout, lips parting, calculating and watching.

And then... she moved.

One step, and she was inches from his face.

Jayden barely even had the time to blink before she RAMMED him full-force in the face.

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His head snapped back with a sickening crunch. Blood exploded from his nose, mouth, and a cut across his forehead—fountainlike. He flew through the air, limbs limp, and smashed into the tree behind him, the bark exploding, the trunk cracking in half.

But the Winter wolf wasn’t done.

She stepped forward, calm as winter, eyes glowing like twin auroras.

She raised a paw, and gently cupped the floating droplets of his blood mid-air. And froze them.

Instantly.

Each drop of blood crystalized into a dagger, thin and jagged, still steaming red.

Seven glacier daggers made of Jayden’s own blood.

Then she flicked her paw.

And they launched toward him like crimson meteors.

Jayden looked up just in time. But he was too slow to react.

His eye widened, as a gasp escaped his lips. "N–."

SHHHNK!

They buried themselves deep into his face—

One through his cheek. One into his forehead. Another pierced the side of his nose.

Two more struck his brow and temple—

And the last one slammed through his eye.

His body jerked. Vision went white. Then red. Then black on one side.

He screamed.

A scream that echoed across the entire forest, shaking birds from trees and silencing every beast.

He fell to the snow, clutching his face.

His vision swam.

Darkness. Red. Ice.

His left eye was gone. Obliterated.

Pain like lightning carved through his skull. His claws dug into the ground, desperate to stay conscious.

[Jayden—!!] Luna’s voice cracked. [You have to get up! Get up!]

Jayden gritted his teeth and slowly stood up with a grunt. His body was trembling as he rose, every nerve in his body burning.

[Good] Luna exhaled. [Now fight, Jayden. You have to fight]

Jayden clenched his fist. But deep down, he knew he couldn’t fight.

He couldn’t think.

Couldn’t speak.

Couldn’t breathe.

All he felt was pain.

And the Winter Wolf was not done.

She closed in, calm and precise like a surgeon of war. Taking full advantage of the situation.

She closed in the gap, and struck his left leg.

SLASH.

Frost spread again, just like with his left arm. Creeping. Devouring.

His knee locked. The muscles stiffened. His foot froze in place, welded to the ice below.

He collapsed to one knee, trying to look for a way out his dilemma. But he found none.

The Winter wolf moved again. She spun, and slashed his right arm.

CRACK.

Frost leapt from the wound and began sealing his joints, shoulder, elbow, fingers—immobilizing every nerve.

Then his right leg. Another strike, this one direct to the calf.

SNAP!

It froze. He buckled. Now both knees hit the floor.

He lifted his head, and she was now directly in front of him.

Without warning, she slashed across his right ribs.

He gasped as the frost burrowed deep, wrapping around his spine, his lungs, his back.

And like that... He was done.