102. Cold

A big figure swung its thick arm toward a black silhouette.

It resembled a bear but with humanoid features, it had pure white fur and it was five meters tall.

However, it was slow, both in its movements and in its attacks, allowing the black figure to slash one of its shoulders.

GRRRRR

A low growl resounded from the tall beast as a wound appeared on its body but the cold winds in the surroundings gathered on that spot, fixing the injury.

'They are easy to fight but hard to kill.'

The black figure was, of course, Noah, testing the limits of the rank 3 Ice-born Yeti in front of him.

He had moved deep into the mountain range toward its peak, separating himself from the rest of the participants.

'In five hundred meters this is the first rank 3 that I met. I should climb a bit more.'

They had been teleported in the peak area of the mountain but they were still many kilometers away from its summit.