The twelve-foot Weeping River Ice-Specter shrieked, a sound blast wave of sub-zero pressure that flash-froze the billowing clouds of steam into flying needle-hail.
Its twin forearms—massive scythes of millennial glacier ice seven feet long—came down in a timed together, shearing arc aimed directly at Lu Chen’s skull.
The wind generated by the dropping ice claws carried a heat of sixty below zero.
Lu Chen held his ground.
In deep mud and boiling slush, backward movement compromised body-leverage traction.
He dropped his balance point three inches. He drove the iron plates of his boots into the steaming gravel of the riverbed.
He brought his left forearm up in a slanted guard. He locked his radius and forearm bone into rigid posture with his shoulder girdle.
[Twelve-Layer Iron Bell Body: Tier 2/12].
