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It was a completely unexpected meeting—even for Leon. To sit across from Frostedge, a player admired by many in Immortal Legacy, felt surreal.

Frostedge wasn't just any high-level player—he was someone who had spent his entire journey alone, surviving and growing stronger without the help of a guild or party.

And despite being a solo player, he had reached a level so high that his name was already known across the game, even before Leon had received his Divine Blessing and become a player of interest.

Frostedge was truly unstoppable. He roamed every continent, fought countless monsters, and carved his own path without relying on anyone.

Even during Dissidia Kingdom's crisis, when Leon was crafting the item to block the meteor, it had been Frostedge who contributed a staggering amount of Soul Stones.

That alone spoke volumes.

It showed just how much he had fought, how many battles he had endured, and just how vast his resources were—resources that weren't easily acquired, even by top players. Not even Broken, with his Divine Blessing, which allowed him to gather materials more efficiently, had ever held Soul Stones in such an overwhelming quantity.

Han Feng, in the real world, might have lost his chance to return to professional ice skating or competitive sword fighting. His chances were slim—maybe even impossible. But the way he spoke about Immortal Legacy made it clear—He had already found his new life there.

When Leon looked up more information about Han Feng online, he found countless videos from his golden days in competitive ice skating.

There he was—gliding across the ice, his movements effortless, his performance almost like a dance woven with pure artistry.

It was mesmerizing.

Even after his retirement, after the career-ending injury, the support for him had never faded.

Fans had gathered outside his home, bringing him gifts, letters, and endless words of encouragement.

The sheer number of people who showed up was overwhelming—voices calling out, cheering for him, refusing to let him disappear from the world just because he could no longer skate.

Seeing people crying, shouting encouragement, and pouring their hearts out to their idol was a truly heartwarming sight.

That was how deeply connected his fans were to him—how much they refused to let him fall or feel abandoned.

Maybe it was because Han Feng had always been known for his humility and kindness, treating everyone—including his fans—with the same warmth and respect.

And that was why, even after everything, he was still remembered, still supported, and still admired.

But what about him now?

Even after reinventing himself as one of the top players in Immortal Legacy, his legacy had never faded—it had simply evolved.

His old fans had followed him into the game, standing by him once again as admirers.

And alongside them, he had gained new followers—players who had met him in Yunatea, witnessed his unmatched skill firsthand, and only respected him more after learning about his past.

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The next day, for the first time, Leon found himself genuinely interested in watching a match that didn't involve him. He sat alongside Maylon and Euna, their attention fixed on the arena.

Today's match was crucial—it was the fight that would determine if Frostedge would win his group and advance to the final stage.

And his opponent? A Divine Champion, one of the tournament's top contenders.

This wasn't just any opponent—this was a tank-class fighter, someone with massive defense, incredible endurance, and attacks that were as slow as they were devastatingly powerful.

The battle began, and immediately, Frostedge moved with his signature style.

With a single step, the ground beneath him froze over, forming a slick layer of ice.

And then—he glided.

Like a dancer performing on an endless frozen stage, he moved with breathtaking fluidity, each strike of his sword a precise, calculated motion—no wasted effort, no unnecessary movement.

Every attack was sharp, fatal, and beautifully coordinated, making it seem like he was simply enjoying the battle rather than fighting for survival.

But—

This match wasn't as easy as Leon had expected. Frostedge's opponent, the Divine Champion, proved to be a true wall of defense.

Even as Frostedge unleashed his relentless flurry of attacks, the tank-class warrior held firm, his heavy armor absorbing the blows. He wasn't just surviving—he was fighting back.

The match wasn't one-sided. It was a clash of endurance versus precision, and it was far from over.

"I haven't seen him use any big skills yet during the Duel of Champions," Maylon remarked from Leon's right side.

Leon turned to him. "You've been watching all of his matches?"

"Yeah. I only watch players who interest me," Maylon replied.

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"Then why?" Leon continued. "Why hasn't he used any big skills?"

Before Maylon could answer, Euna, sitting to Leon's left, chimed in.

"Could it be related to Frostedge's Divine Blessing? A lot of people say he has an insane number of skills—so there's no reason for him to hold back, right? Cooldowns shouldn't be a problem either. Even if some skills have long timers, they wouldn't be so extreme that they go beyond 24 hours."

Maylon nodded at Euna's reasoning.

"Exactly. That's why I've been paying close attention to his fighting style. This guy hasn't even shown what makes him so famous—the fact that he can use an unbelievable variety of skills."

"That's… interesting," Leon responded, his curiosity growing.

Maylon continued, "So far, Frostedge has been fighting purely with swordsmanship. He enhances his attacks with magic damage, uses mobility to land strikes while evading and parrying efficiently. Basically, even without using his arsenal of big skills, he's been able to win every match up until now."

Euna added, "But if he never uses his full skillset, he's going to have a hard time against this opponent. This guy isn't someone he can afford to underestimate."

Leon continued watching Frostedge's movements, analyzing his precision and execution. Every strike was delivered with flawless timing, and even the caster's voice seemed to rise with every exchange, hyping up the tension.

The audience was completely on edge, locked into the intensity of the battle. Both players were going all out, making this one of the most gripping fights of the tournament so far.

"Maybe Frostedge is saving all his big skills for the final," Euna joked, laughing softly.

"That still doesn't make sense," Maylon responded flatly.

"Even if he can win without using his full skill set, there's no reason to hold back—especially against an opponent like this. If he doesn't end it soon, he'll lose stamina, and his opponent is clearly not someone who can be beaten just with swordplay and magic damage alone. Not to mention, his opponent has high regeneration—whatever damage Frostedge deals, he just keeps recovering it."

Maylon went silent for a moment, then muttered, "Unless… this has something to do with his Divine Blessing."

Both Euna and Leon turned their heads toward Maylon at the same time.

"So," Euna said, leaning slightly forward. "Have you figured out what kind of Blessing he got as the Pride Champion?"

"Not yet…" Maylon admitted. "We might have to wait for the final match—Frostedge vs. Broken."

Euna immediately smirked and chimed in, "You do know that Broken has to get past me first before he makes it to the finals, right? I'm not going to make it easy for him."

She giggled, and Leon couldn't help but smile and chuckle at her confidence.

A few moments later, the roar of the audience erupted across the stadium.

The match had ended.

And once again—Frostedge had won.

Even without using his supposedly vast arsenal of skills, he had managed to secure victory.

"I guess this guy is a master at hiding his true power," Maylon muttered.

After some time, it was finally Leon's turn to fight.

Stepping onto the arena, he came face to face with his opponent—another tank-class fighter.

And the moment the countdown hit zero—

His opponent pulled out a massive war hammer, its sheer weight shaking the ground, before rushing straight at Broken with terrifying speed.

Meanwhile, back in the spectator seats, Euna, her gaze remained on the battle unfolding on the big screen, but with a playful glance, she turned to Maylon again.

"So, Maylon," she said teasingly. "What's the strategy for defeating Broken in a duel?"

Maylon chuckled, crossing his arms.

"I'll tell you how to at least make things difficult for him—enough to give the audience a good show."