The Invincible Young Master

The ice wall shattered as the creature's claws tore through, its momentum unbroken.

Despite Amelia's quick action, the attack still reached Bronn.

In the split second before impact, Bronn twisted his body, dodging a fatal blow, but the creature's limb slashed across his shoulder, sending him flying across the chamber.

His large frame slammed into the stone wall with a heavy thud, leaving a crater behind.

"This thing…" Amelia muttered, her brow furrowing as she watched Bronn pull himself out of the debris.

She couldn't believe what had just happened. Although the ice wall had been thrown up quickly, it should have been strong enough to stop even a peak Astral Bloom warrior's attack.

Yet the creature had easily broken through it and still managed to strike Bronn.

Bronn slowly stood, rolling his injured shoulder as blood dripped from the deep cut.

He glanced at the wound and grinned, excitement flickering in his eyes.

"Now that one hurt," he said, his voice carrying a strange mix of pain and thrill. "You've gotten stronger."

With a deep roar that echoed through the chamber, Bronn's body surged with raw energy.

His skin darkened even further, veins bulging as the wound on his shoulder began to heal, the bleeding stopping almost instantly.

His grin grew wider, a wild light dancing in his eyes as his excitement grew.

"Looks like I'll have to get serious now," he said, the fire in his voice undeniable.

He could feel it, the creature had transformed after emerging from that golden cocoon.

Its power had multiplied, its speed and strength far beyond what he had faced before that transformation.

The creature was no longer just a tough opponent but a true monster now, a challenge worthy of his full strength.

And that only made Bronn more eager.

Fully recovered, Bronn began advancing toward the creature again. The wound on his shoulder had become an inconvenience, and his excitement fueled his power.

This Creature was unlike anything normal; its strength was wild, and feral, and it seemed to grow stronger with every passing second.

Bronn's grin turned savage as he stepped forward, his massive frame radiating raw power. "No training compares to this... a real life and death battle."

The creature, its dark golden form gleaming, let out a low, guttural hiss, hits gem-like eyes locking onto Bronn with a predator's focus.
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It no longer hesitated; its next attack came immediately.

With blinding speed, it rushed toward him, its limbs slicing through the air like deadly spears.

But Bronn was ready. His body moved to the side, dodging the first strike by mere inches, his muscles rippling as he prepared to strike back.

His fist glowed with a bluish aura as he swung at it.

The force behind his punch could shatter boulders, but the creature barely flinched.

With a simple movement, the creature raised its arm and blocked his strike with ease, its dark, golden limb stopping his fist cold.

The impact sent a shockwave through the chamber, but it remained unmoved, its expression unreadable.

Before Bronn could pull back, the creature retaliated.

With lightning speed, it swung its other arm, catching Bronn square in the chest.

The hit was devastating. He was launched across the chamber, his body smashing into the stone wall with a loud thud.

Dust and debris rained down as Bronn slumped to the ground, but within moments, he forced himself to stand, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the pain.

He grinned, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. "That's more like it."

Without hesitation, he charged again, his powerful legs propelling him forward.

He struck at the creature once more, but it moved faster, sidestepping his attack and slashing him across the chest with its claws.

Blood sprayed from the fresh wound, but Bronn didn't slow down. Instead, he swung his arm, aiming for its head, but it blocked again, its sharp limb cutting deep into his forearm.

Each clash left Bronn with new cuts and gashes; his body growing more bloodied with every attack.

Yet he kept charging.

Those watching from the floor could not help but be impressed by Bronn's resilience.

Even after taking such a hit, he was still pushing forward, his spirit undiminished.

But something had changed about the creature. Its movements were more refined, its strikes more precise.

Whatever had happened in that golden cocoon had turned it into something far more dangerous.

"That thing's no longer just a brute. It's evolving fast." Spark's voice cut through the tense atmosphere. "He won't be able to keep up with its speed. Help him."

Amelia didn't need to be told twice. Her sharp eyes followed the Creature's movements, noticing how each strike became more fluid, more precise.

The creature wasn't just reacting anymore. It was learning, adapting to Bronn's every move, and doing so alarmingly fast.

"What about you?" Amelia asked, glancing at Spark.

Spark gestured toward the far end of the chamber, where old stone boxes stood half-buried in the crumbling ruins.

"I'll look for something to stop that creature," he said, his tone calm, even as chaos raged around them. He started walking toward the chamber's end, muttering to himself, "Where are you hiding?"

Amelia watched him for a moment, then turned her attention back to the center of the fight.

Bronn met the Creature's next strike head-on. His fist smashed into its limb, sending shockwaves through the chamber.

This time, instead of being knocked back, Bronn stood firm.

His feet dug into the stone floor, and a savage grin spread across his face. The thrill of the fight was fueling him.

The Creature snarled, pulling back for a second before launching another attack.

Its strikes came faster now, its claws a blur as they slashed through the air, aiming for Bronn's vital points.

Bronn dodged and blocked with sheer brute force, but it was clear he wasn't moving fast enough to keep up.

Each strike got closer, and his heavy breathing showed the toll the battle was taking.

Amelia knew she couldn't wait any longer.

With a quick gesture, she summoned large ice, shaping sharp spears from the moisture in the air.

They hovered around her, sleek and ready. She focused on the Creature's exposed side.

With a flick of her wrist, the ice spears shot forward, aiming for the Creature's unprotected flank.

They hit directly, piercing the dark golden skin with a sharp crack.

The creature screeched in fury as the ice spears lodged deep into its torso, cold mist spilling from the wounds.

The Creature faltered, its movements slowing for just a moment, giving Bronn time to recover.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, grinning. "Thanks for that."

The Creature let out another shriek, its body shaking as she tried to dislodge the ice spears. Its glowing gold eyes fixed on Amelia, and in a blur of motion, it charged toward her.

Amelia stood her ground, gathering more icy spears around hovered around her, ready to strike again.

But before the Creature could reach her, Bronn appeared, intercepting the creature with a powerful punch to the side.

The impact sent the Creature skidding across the chamber, its claws scraping the stone floor as it struggled to regain its balance.

The Creature roared, its body shimmering with the same golden liquid from the cocoon.

Its form started to change, shrinking rapidly.

Its massive body became sleek and slender, its limbs more humanlike.

The grotesque creature from moments ago now stood about the size of an average person, its body deceptively graceful. Only its head remained inhuman, with a glowing halo pulsing with a sinister light.

Amelia's eyes narrowed. "It transformed again."

The air around the Creature grew heavier, its presence radiating intense pressure. It wasn't just raw power anymore—it felt controlled, like something dangerous waiting to strike.

Before anyone could react, the Creature vanished, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Amelia felt the shift in the air before she saw it.

A fraction of a second later, the Creature reappeared right in front of her, claws glowing with golden light, ready to strike.

However, Amelia's icy gaze was already locked onto the creature. She merely whispered. "Reckless."

In an instant, the Creature froze mid-attack, its entire body encased in a solid block of ice.

It stood frozen in place, its arm still raised to strike, now a perfect ice sculpture.