The axe had not yet reached The Mute Servant's back when The Mute Servant already felt a tremendous pressure of wind coming from behind, almost forcing him to bend over.

His heart nearly burst with fear—there was definitely a terrifying force behind that axe. If it struck his back, he would surely die.

At the critical moment, he turned around and swung the dagger in his hand. The dagger flashed white again as he mustered all his remaining strength to meet the opponent's axe.

The opponent's axe was too fast; aside from blocking, he had no chance to dodge or counterattack.

This time, the opponent he faced knew nothing of martial skills, but was born with incredible strength and had the support of the townspeople, forcing him—a dignified elemental warrior—into a desperate and humiliating retreat.

If word of this got out, people would surely laugh their heads off. But The Mute Servant had no time to think about such things; his life was hanging by a thread.

With a 'ding', the dagger struck the axe, sending sparks flying.

The Mute Servant felt a tremendous force coming at him—he couldn't hold it back. He brought up his left hand to brace the dagger, using every ounce of his strength, and finally managed to slow the downward swing of the opponent's axe.

'Thank goodness I blocked it. This boy won't last much longer!' The Mute Servant thought with relief.

His frost power was no joke; an ordinary body couldn't withstand the impact of elemental force and would be paralyzed instantly.

Devon also shuddered all over. The moment his axe touched the opponent's dagger, an extremely cold and piercing chill shot through him, making him shiver uncontrollably.

This chill was unending, almost freezing his blood solid.

Damn it, this must be the power of the elements—how terrifying!

Devon understood very well that this was a life-or-death moment: either he overpowered his opponent and killed him, or he would be unable to hold on, his body frozen stiff, and then be stabbed to death by the other's dagger.

He gritted his teeth and held on. His heart seemed to feel the chill invading, beating heavier and heavier.

The 'thump, thump' of his heartbeat grew louder, almost audible to the ear. His blood surged through his veins, doing its best to warm his body and provide Devon with the strength to overpower his opponent.

He was not, as The Mute Servant had expected, frozen stiff. The axe in his hands continued to press down, inch by inch.

The Mute Servant was already using all his strength. His teeth were clenched so hard his gums bled, his face twisted in a fierce grimace.

The white light from his dagger grew even more dazzling. Because he had been unleashing his elemental power for so long, a thick, almost tangible white mist had formed on the surface of his body.

But even so, he still couldn't overpower what he saw as an ordinary boy.

The opponent's hands, body, and face were all covered in a layer of white frost, yet the force coming from the axe blade surged wave after wave, like a raging tide, never diminishing, slowly and steadily pressing down on him.

He was utterly shocked.

Where did this freak come from, unafraid of the invasion of frost power? How could such a gifted person be hiding in a remote little town?

Behind them, the townspeople finally caught up. Seeing the two locked in a stalemate, they were momentarily stunned.

They saw the short The Mute Servant forced to his knees by the boy's immense strength, both hands trembling as he held up his dagger, his face twisted and fierce, eyes wide open, even the corners of his eyes splitting.

The dagger in his hands had already been pressed to the top of his head, the blade cutting into his scalp. Blood oozed out, immediately freezing into red ice, almost freezing his whole head.

Anyone could see from his sorry state that he was about to collapse.

Devon looked much better by comparison. Though frost had formed on many parts of his body, hot breath was still streaming from his nose.

When this breath met the frosty power in the air, it created two long trails of vapor, even in midsummer, showing the boiling vitality within him.

This terrifying supernatural power made the townspeople cower in fear. Hesitating, they dared not step forward to help, afraid of being struck by unknown forces.

"Devon, how can we help you?" the townspeople shouted anxiously from the side.

But at this moment, Devon was giving it his all and couldn't speak a word.

If he could just hold on a little longer, he could press the dagger straight into the other's head. With such an injury, he didn't believe the man could survive!

However, he was not fighting alone—help was on the way.

"Get out of the way!" came another loud shout from the crowd—it was still the hunter Nolan.

Everyone looked back to see him and several strong men carrying a large bluish-white stone, trudging forward.

They were carrying the base of a millstone, which the townspeople usually used to grind soybeans. It was extremely heavy and hard, weighing several hundred pounds.

From the looks of it, they intended to smash the poor The Mute Servant with the millstone.

Seeing this, The Mute Servant was instantly filled with despair. How could the people of this small town be so terrifying, so ruthless!

Just as this thought crossed his mind, the millstone was thrown by the crowd, landing squarely on his head.