The moment the biting cold words left Ryu's lips, the ground around him shattered, a dense bronze aura surging out from. Gripping his great swordstaff in one hand, he suddenly flashed forward, appearing before Vie in the blink of an eye and swinging down with the might of a mountain.
Vie's pupils constricted, but his reaction was slow, his glaive swinging upward to meet Ryu's strike. However, the moment their blades met, Vie felt like the entire world was crashing into him. His grip instantly tightened on his polearm, but it hardly seemed to matter. The ground beneath him alone couldn't withstand it, his feet shooting through the ground to the point even his hips were buried.
Even so, Vie barely managed to block despite coughing up a mouthful of blood and feeling as though his arms were going to collapse.