Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 176 Fire vs. Ice—Nyxlith & Chione

The flames exploded around him, expanding in a brilliant wave that could have consumed everything in its path—but it didn't. Instead, they swirled around him, like the very essence of nature itself. Beautiful, graceful, and completely destructive. He stood at the center of it all, invincible, unshaken.

"Let's see how far this power goes," Parker muttered to himself, a grin tugging at his lips. The flames raged but did not burn him—no, they were his now.

He raised a hand, watching the flames coil around his fingers like they belonged there.

Ere's eyes widened.

"Well, shit," she muttered.

Parker exhaled. Controlled. Unshaken. "Let's go."

Ere nodded, stepping forward to summon the portal—

But then—

A crack split through the air.

The temperature plummeted.

Phoenix Flames had began to consume the air, but the temperature of the room dropped so fast it was as if someone had flipped a switch. The fire, once roaring and wild, seemed to hesitate for a split second. Then, in a flash, it went still, its movement frozen mid-dance.

Parker's gaze flicked to the source of the change, his senses sharpening, the air now heavy with a bitter cold that bit at his skin. It wasn't just the drop in temperature—it was something else, something far more ominous.

And then, she appeared.

It was her.

'Ere go outside, NOW!' he ordered suddenly!

The Ice Goddess's aura was a storm. The air around her shimmered with the intensity of her power, icy and unyielding, like a blizzard captured in human form. The temperature dropped even further as she stepped closer, and Parker could feel the flames inside him waver, their wild, uncontained fury suddenly threatened by the cold that now poured from her in waves.

She stood there, like a vision straight out of a nightmare—an ice goddess in full battle regalia. Her armor gleamed in the low light, sharp edges and intricate designs that only accentuated her ethereal, deadly beauty. She was a statue of grace, but also a weapon. The spear in her hands was a masterpiece, its blade sharp enough to cut through the very air itself.

And her presence-hell, it was like standing in the middle of a blizzard, one that could freeze you solid if you didn't respect it.

Her eyes met his, calm and cold, as if she had no doubt in her ability to quell the flames he had awakened. Her aura—icy and pure—pressed against the fire, a silent challenge to the blaze that raged around him. And the flames—they responded. They fought.

The Phoenix Flames tried to surge forward, their heat growing, hungry to consume everything in their path. But the Ice Goddess stood firm, her presence like an immovable wall, pushing against the flames with the sheer force of her cold energy.

A vein of frost cracked along the ceiling.

Chione's eyes darkened.

She moved.

A blur. A ghost. A force of nature.

Her spear came again, but this time—whoosh—the tip was already at his throat before he could blink. Parker twisted with his unnatural instincts and mobility, barely avoiding getting skewered. Ice erupted where the weapon struck, freezing solid the very air itself.

His heart kicked up.

Not out of fear.

Excitement?

This was a real fight.

He swung back, sword cutting through the thick air, flames trailing like a comet's tail. Chione didn't block—she flowed, moving like a goddamn glacier in fast-forward, untouchable, unfazed.

She came in low—spear striking for his ribs.

Clang! Parker deflected—hand arching back from the force—then wham! She slammed a frost-covered boot into his side, sending him skidding across the frozen floor.

Pain flared up his ribs. Shit— she hit like a damn semi-truck.

Chione barely spared him a glance, her presence looming, suffocating. "You have no respect for the gods."

Parker groaned, pushing himself up, the flames in his eyes burning hotter. He cracked his neck, rolling out the ache, then grinned—cocky as ever, despite the odds. "Yeah, well..." He flipped his sword, flames spiraling up the blade, hotter, wilder. "You're gonna have to work harder if you wanna teach me a lesson, sweetheart."

Her expression didn't change.

But the way the air dropped?

Yeah. She was pissed.

And when she came at him again—faster, colder, deadlier—Parker knew one thing for damn sure.

This was just getting started!