Chapter 700: White Death Fame Soars
"You are weak," Max said calmly, shaking his head in quiet disappointment. His voice was soft, almost emotionless, yet it struck like a hammer to the chest.
In the next instant, black flames burst into existence around the old man. The air twisted violently as the Crimson Reaper Sphere formed—an huge orb of jet-black fire that radiated a dreadful heat, darker than the night, heavier than death. Old Man Burning Cloud barely had a moment to react before he was swallowed whole by the flames.
"AAH! These flames—these flames are burning me! HOW?! I can control flames! Why are they burning me?!" he screamed from within the sphere, his voice cracking into madness. His body writhed, his flesh seared, his bones cracked as the black flames dug into his very soul.
He who had once bent fire to his will, who had made volcanoes kneel, now found himself consumed by a flame he couldn’t tame. No technique, no resistance, no willpower could stop the agony. The flames weren’t just fire—they were judgment.
And then, Max raised his hand. The black sphere trembled. Without a word, he clenched his fist.
BOOM!
The Crimson Reaper Sphere imploded, collapsing inward with terrifying force before vanishing completely into the air—leaving behind nothing. No body. No ash. No trace. Old Man Burning Cloud was gone, erased entirely from the battlefield.
Across the Battle Realm, silence returned once more, heavy and suffocating. For the second time, a famed Champion Rank master had been wiped out by a 1st level Master Rank youth. And this time, no one dared speak again. They could only stare. White Death... was becoming a nightmare carved into flame.
"Even Old Man Burning Cloud suffered the same fate as Roger!" a voice cried out from the crowd, echoing with disbelief that mirrored the expressions on thousands of faces.