Chapter 2

The old man dropped to the ground, as he resolved into dust and chunks of rocks.

Momoe looked confused, before remembering one of his abilities, the magic to make clones.

Suddenly a sharp pain ran through his arm, turns out, a projectile of rocks powered by wind shot through his hand and forearm, leaving this in too much pain to be used.

The old man came out into view with a few pebbles in his hand, "Seems like you can beat my close which was only 10% of my power, gaki!"

Although Momoe was in a serious situation, he couldn't help but cringe at the different language word used in English. 'couldn't he just say brat or kid, or even young man, noo, he had to say it.'

Without any warning, the old man shot another projectile towards Momoe, shooting through his left hand this time.

With both of his hands unusable he dropped his blades and stomped on the ground, creating a hole below the old man but he quickly jumped out the way.

While air, he launches the 3 stones in hand towards Momoe, but they missed as Momoe moved out the way.

Momoe sucked in his breath and blasted out condensed air into the old man's direction, seeing he went to teleport out of the way, but the teleportation was cancelled as his concentration was disturbed, allowing him to be hit by the wind.

Using reinforcement he stood his ground blocking the attack waiting for it to end.

Momoe concentrated the blast of wind into a single beam, and ignite a small part of it on fire.

The tiny spark of fire was empowered by the wind as it grew even larger than the beam of wind itself, he made the wind stronger as the fire turned into a blue flame, overtaking the old man.

Momoe purposely made the fire combust at a high temperature, he flooded his mana to his skin as his sweat absorbed it, creating a large body of water that flooded the area.

From a deserted place to the bottom of the ocean, Momoe took the next stage of his plan, he rapidly cooled the temperature of the water to that of zero, freezing himself, the ocean of water and the old man.

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In the endless sky above the frozen ocean, the old man flew on a chunk of rock with lines of sweat on his face.

"This young man purposely superheated the fire to high levels to overpower his limit of automatic cooler, making him sweat and thus making a vast amount of water, even Janka wouldn't be able to think of this."

"I grew tired from just floating up here, but he is able to make an ocean and then instantaneously freeze it, I bet he isn't even tired."

He let out a breath as he sighed, "So one does get weaker in age, losing their total mana and magic power, it's only natural, I am just mortal."

He looked down as he instantly located Momoe's place in the frozen wasteland.

"Even if I left him there, he wouldn't die, as he has my abilities, he should have automatic heater, a passive ability that heats the surrounds when It gets too cold, there is no limit to the temperature it can produce."

"If I stay up here any longer, I'll die from mana exhaustion."

His hand was covered in lightning, charging his attack, "I never had a chance to try this, the ability to use ice is a rare ability combined with the fact that lightning is equally rare, the chance of two ice and lightning users fighting each other is close to none."

{HEAVENLY RAGE: GOD'S EVERLASTING LIGHTNING HAND!}

The lightning from his hand spread out into the air from his five fingers shooting towards the ice.

It stroke, creating 5 holes from the five streaks, the lightning spread through out the surface of the ice, creating an upwards draft of air, breaking the ice into chunks and shooting them into the air.

The lightning continues to spread through the ice closing in on the ground, as the lightning passed through Momoe's area it struck the water that was created from melting the surrounding ice with rapidly condensing flame with the wind swirling around it.

The lightning ran through Momoe, shocking him, but it quickly stopped as it started to continue towards the ground.

The combination of lightning and ice created an updraft and flung the chunks of ice far into the sky, as they started raining down.

Momoe saw this and got an idea, he continued to condense and swirl the fire in the palm of his hand.

The fire gradually became hotter and hotter, getting more concentrated to a destructive point.

Once the chunks of ice were near enough, he stopped swirling the fire and instead fired a cone of wind, bringing the fire along with it, evaporating the ice and the water that came from the ice as the ground below Momoe melted down to lava before quickly cooling.