The strike was just the start since a second palm strike landed the next moment, this time in the zone over her chest, right above her heart. Freya’s entire body was stunned as the blow disrupted her blood flow.
’I win,’ Vlad’s eyes were sharp as he aimed a blow to her jaw, which would trigger a minor concussion. His attack had no killing intent, and with her vitality, she would just be disoriented for a few seconds.
However, just as Vlad fired the blow, he heard a warning from the A.I. Chip. [Beep! Blow to the chest! Pull back!]
Vlad could not believe what he was hearing. The blow to the solar plexus and the heart should have completely paralyzed Freya’s body, which was why he aimed at her head, leaving an opening.
It should not have been possible, which was why the warning from the A.I. Chip came too late, and the next instant, a blow landed on Vlad’s stomach. The punch felt as if an RPG had struck right into his stomach, sending him rolling through the ground!
Vlad’s body splashed through the ground for nearly thirty meters before he regained control and immediately rose, adopting a battle stance. But just as he stood up, his body trembled, and a small trail of blood emerged from his mouth.
Freya had used all her strength in that blow, and though it was not enhanced by energy, the woman’s physical might was monstrous, so it damaged Vlad’s internal organs. She had barely regained full control of her body when the young man rose from the ground, and her entire body felt stiff.
Vlad wiped the blood from his mouth as he saw the young woman standing steady and strong, a fierce smile appearing on his face. However, just as he was about to take a step forward, his eyes narrowed as he looked to the left.
At first glance, there was nothing there, but the A.I. Chip had warned him of a presence, and as he focused his gaze, soon a figure appeared.
"Good instincts, boy." The man who spoke was a man with a thick, gray beard and long, wild gray hair that flowed down his shoulders. He seemed to be in his fifties, yet his body was bulging with muscles, adorned with mystic tribal tattoos, and full of vitality and energy.
Vlad could not help but frown as he saw the old man. His instincts grew even warier when he detected magic-type energy inside his body, marking him as a spellcaster. If he were to fight the man and Freya simultaneously, he would be in great danger.
"Grey Hawk, what do you think you are doing!?" The one who shouted was none other than Freya, her eyes bursting with rage as she stared at the old Viking, furious that he had intervened. It seemed that if a fight were to start, she would be attacking him instead of Vlad.
"Your Highness, I cannot just stay and watch as this man uses those strange tactics against you. He is just a scrawny brat and not fit to be your battle partner." Grey Hawk showed some reverence to Freya, but his eyes still focused on Vlad with a sharp and cold intent.
Vlad stared at the old Viking, and he was sure the man was very powerful, but a cold smile appeared as he stared at him with confidence.
Grey Hawk was surprised to see the young man’s confidence. The young man was powerful, he would not deny, but he felt there was something else behind that smile.
"Boss, is your encounter with that cutie over?"
Grey Hawk’s eyes widened as he heard that voice coming from behind him, and he immediately turned around and raised his guard. His instincts were ferocious, so he expected to see a massive beast or powerful creature, yet what he saw was completely different. "A small yellow cat?"
The opponent that made his instincts react and that managed to sneak up on him was a small yellow cat. This shocked Grey Hawk to the core, as he had never seen anything before. However, he did not dare underestimate the small animal.
Not only did the small yellow cat have an immense energy pool, but runes covering his entire figure glowed with electrifying energy and seemed to draw power from the environment into his body.
’I feel like I am gazing at a sea of lightning, and it will explode as soon as I make a move.’ Grey Hawk’s eyes were sharp as he calmly closed his palms, a small ember of blue energy emerging as his tribal tattoos glowed.
Jormungandr and the old Viking gazed at each other with sharpness and focus, each of them trying to figure out the power of the other and determine who would win if they were to clash.
Freya was surprised by the emergence of the small yellow cat and felt that his power was nothing short of extraordinary. Even if she was angry with the old Viking for interfering in her fight with Vlad, that did not mean she would just stand by and let him die.
Tension began to rise, and silence reigned across the base of the mountain. Energy rose higher and higher as it seemed a ferocious battle would start at any second.
"Enough, everybody calm down." Just as a battle seemed imminent, a calm voice echoed, full of peace and serenity. Vlad’s voice carried a sense of tranquility that affected the hearts of the people around him.
The young man was the Depravita of Wrath, meaning he was born to master that feeling and everything associated with it. He could drive those around him into a battle frenzy where fear did not exist, just like he did with the Silent Wind Military Base soldiers, but also calm people’s hearts.
Vlad smiled as he saw how tension began to calm down. He turned toward Freya, gazing into the woman’s eyes. "A draw?"