The Wrong Hero Has Been Summoned
Chapter 25: Vs Ice Pt.1

Chapter 25: Vs Ice Pt.1

Korg wasted no time. He froze Luther’s legs, vanished from sigh and before Luther knew what was going on, he was sent flying, crushing into the arena wall. He fall to the ground without any resistance.

"W-WOAH!!!" The crowd could not believe their eyes. For the first time since the tournament began, Luther had been knocked down, overwhelmed without any resistance.

The demon girl’s smile faded, turned to anger. Her hands dug into the seats, barely holding herself back. The leader saw her, still questioning why she was acting that way. He looked back in the arena, disappointed.

’Is that it? Guess he is nothing special.’ He sighed, ready to leave but the crowd suddenly started chanting Luther’s name. He looked back into the arena and saw that Luther was already back on his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth.

’Oh, I guess I am not leaving yet.’ He looked at the girl, she was smiling again. ’Just what are you thinking? He is a human, one that has connections to a goddess. He will kill you if he had the chance.’

Luna and the others watched on the edge of their sits, thinking that maybe, this was too much for him to handle yet. However, the more the watched, the more they realised that he was not badly injured despite that attack. Sure he was bleeding but there was nothing major.

"You blocked my attack? No, you already had your body covered in mana from the start. Very impressive." Korg said, stepping off the arena and slowly walking towards him, "however, you are just a worm, how you made it this far is beyond me." He shot ice marbles at him, not meant to take him down, just to torture him.

"A worm huh?" Luther whispered, a smirk on his face as he also copied Korg’s move, vanishing from sight and appearing right in front of him. He noticed that Korg’s eyes kept up with his movements but that didn’t matter, "I endured yours, can you handle mine." He tried to punch him but his arm got frozen.

"No experi-" Korg’s words get cut off as the punch landed, despite the frozen arm. He gets sent flying to on the arena, his eyes wide from shock but also from pain. Blood was coming from his nose and mouth, he also found it hard to get up immediately.

’What the hell, why does it hurt like hell?’ He finally got up, seeing that Luther was just patiently waiting for him.

"Well, how was it? No bad right?" He asked, his tone clearly mocking.

Korg stared at him, wiping blood from his chin with the back of his hand. His eyes narrowed as he studied the man before him. This was not the easy match he had anticipated.

"Impressive," he said, straightening up. "But let’s see how you handle this."

He slammed his palms together, and the temperature in the arena plummeted. Frost covered the ground in expanding circles, and the audience huddled closer together, shivering.

"Winter’s Wrath," he whispered, and ice crystals formed in the air around him, growing larger by the second.

Luther watched, unimpressed. "Pretty. But you gotta do better than that."

With a roar, Korg thrust his hands forward, and the ice shards shot toward him like a hail of daggers. The crowd gasped, expecting to see him skewered.

But Luther was dodging them with unnatural speed, weaving between the deadly projectiles. Those he couldn’t avoid, he shattered with quick strikes of his fists, yellow mana flaring briefly at each impact.

From the stands, the demon girl leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Did you see that?" she whispered to her leader. "The way his mana flared? It’s contained, controlled. He’s hiding his true power."

The leader frowned, his interest growing despite himself. "Perhaps," he murmured. "But for what purpose?"

Back in the arena, Luther closed the distance between himself and Korg, who desperately tried to create a barrier of ice. But Luther’s fist punched straight through it.

"Impossible!" Korg gasped, stumbling backward.

He didn’t pause. His fist collided with the ice barrier, shattering it with ease. As chunks of ice scattered across the arena floor, he lunged forward for what would’ve been a devastating blow.

"Got you," Korg smirked suddenly, his earlier panic vanishing.

Just as Luther’s punch was about to connect, Korg’s body transformed—not into ice, but into water. His fist passed right through him, throwing him off balance. Before he could recover, the water form solidified behind him, and Korg slammed both hands into his back.

A blast of concentrated ice energy sent him flying across the arena. He crashed into the far wall, leaving a spiderweb of cracks in the stone.

"Surprised?" He laughed, rolling his shoulders. "You think I made it to the quarterfinals with just pretty ice tricks? Water transformation is my true talent."

The crowd roared at this unexpected turn. From their seats, Luna and the others exchanged worried glances.

Luther peeled himself off the wall, grimacing. Blood trickled from a cut above his eye, partially blinding him. He wiped it away with his sleeve.

"That’s more like it," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Korg charged forward, his arms transforming into massive ice hammers. He dodged the first swing but caught the second one on his shoulder. The impact sent him skidding backward, his boots leaving trails in the dirt.

Without pausing, he spun around and landed a solid hit on Korg’s chest. He gasped as the wind left his lungs, but he didn’t fly back—instead, his body partially liquefied to absorb the impact.

"You hit hard," Korg wheezed, solidifying again. "But I bend instead of break."

He swept his arm in a wide arc, creating a wave of ice spikes that erupted from the ground toward Luther. Instead of dodging, he charged straight at them, his mana flaring brighter than before. He smashed through the spikes, taking cuts along his arms and legs but never slowing down.

Korg’s eyes widened in surprise just before Luther’s fist connected with his jaw. This time, he was too slow to transform, and the hit landed solid. Blood and a few teeth flew from his mouth as he stumbled backward.

In the stands, the demon girl clapped her hands in delight.

Her leader was now showing genuine interest. "He’s more resilient than expected."

Back in the arena, both fighters circled each other, breathing heavily. Luther’s armor was torn in several places, and frost clung to his hair and eyebrows. Korg was in no better shape—his face was swollen where Luther had hit him, and his movements were becoming sluggish.

"You’re not bad," Korg said, spitting blood. "But I’ve been saving something special."

He raised his hands to the sky, and the temperature dropped even further. "Ice Beast Summoning!"

The water vapor in the air condensed and took shape—a massive wolf made entirely of ice, its eyes glowing with blue light. It stood between them, snarling with its ice teeth.

"Attack!" He commanded.