This time it was Frozen Milk who turned the whole stadium into statues. It was so silent that even the distant peeing of someone in their house could be heard. Then the audience broke the cheering meter.
You dare to flex on someone who fights to show his pride and dignity? And dare to offer him money to make him withdraw? Oh, my lord, the undisputable deity of gods has ascended! You have converted us! We are your worshippers! No one's as brilliant, as bold and as blatant as you!
Frozen Milk was that kind of character that reverted expectations. That was so idiotic it made no sense why everything he did would work out. But it did.
"Money? Money?" the opponent turned super saiyan.
Frozen Milk knew he... fucked up.
"If it was money I wanted, would I fight in this competition? Wouldn't I be out there beating others to a pulp for their lunch money?"
Frozen Milk couldn't believe there was actually a person who couldn't be bribed with money. He had to change his strategy. Blabber until they faint, until they couldn't stand the gobbled gook that Frozen Milk produced.
But before Frozen Milk could even say anything, the opponent started laughing and retracted his nen that slyly had engulfed his body.
Frozen Milk gulped and secretly thanked heavens he didn't have to face that rip-off of a power in an animation show he once watched.
Wait, hey! Hey! Isn't this bordering on a parody wannabe? Plagiarism? What's up with those references? Is this even legal?
"Host, the wall, please mind the sturdy wall that doesn't want to be broken."
"Yes, my bad... but let me just say this once, duck off!"
Meanwhile, Holbe jumped out of her seat.
"What you doing?" Glimpse Water held her by the arm.
"Let go. It's critical, if I don't- "
The opponent's laughter mocked Frozen Milk, "You're not from here, aren't you? You aren't a nature person. This reminds me of the other guy."
"Let go, disciple. I have to go to Frozen Milk."
"What you want from father?"
Holbe threw off Glimpse Water's hand and dashed towards the stairs but it was too late.
Something that should never happen, happened and it was-
"What did you say?" a sinister and cold voice froze everyone's blood. The whole stadium could feel a chill grabbing their bodies and pull them into an abyss full of despair and killing intent.
"Say it again, I fucking dare you," black threads flew around Frozen Milk's body as his rage couldn't be contained.
Holbe froze on the spot, she couldn't move an inch. No one could.
Terrifying. This was the only word that cursed through hers and everyone's minds.
Frozen Milk, the usual goofy and impatient Frozen Milk, the one who seemed as harmless and idiotic as a turkey, actually bound everyone under his dark stare and chilling voice.
With each step he took towards his opponent who cowered on the ground, the black strands danced wildly until they struck like lightning around the whole place.
It was too late. Frozen Milk lost control and it was a devastating sight.
"You all, you did what to my protagonist?"
Each word prompted the black lightning to pound even more ferocious on the ground. The people in their seats were too scared to move to evade the dangerous flashes that struck next to them.
"Host, system urges you to stop! Host, at this rate you'll be consumed by the presen- "
"Shut your mouth."
System immediately stayed quiet. It felt what everyone else felt. A fear that was greater than the realisation of death.
A fear that heaven's wrath couldn't even match. It violently tore open everyone's skin, sunk its teeth into their flesh, ripped out the bones and pierced them slowly and meticulous until each part that even resembled flesh was ground again and again.
A fear that made even the grim reaper defiant, prompted him to pull everyone by the hair, snap their necks and use their torn off heads as rolling bowlingballs for Frozen Milk to throw at the devil to play him like a pinball.
It was a fear that exceeded life and death, the basic understanding of what feelings were made out of.
In his rage, in his anger, Frozen Milk didn't feel the thin threads spinning around his heart.
All he could think of was to destroy, destroy and destroy.
Make them pay, every single one.
Make them gnash on their own bones, make them thirst for their own blood, make them blow their own ashes down the river of Styx.
The whole arena was helpless in the face of this occurrence. It was clouded in black. Complete black emitted from Frozen Milk.
"You dared to touch what's mine, so you're deciding to lay your life before me."
Frozen Milk stomped on the ground and it split under his overwhelming gruelling force.
Then with the black threads almost completely enveloping him, he grabbed the opponent by the hair, silently ground him against the ground as he pulled him out of the arena.
The blood, the little pieces of flesh and the vomit, it all tainted the earth and formed a path behind Frozen Milk.
It was a point of no return for him.