Ian faced the Serpent Rock Armor without saying a word, calmly walking forward.
Wherever he passed, frost scattered, and the river a few meters deep froze over as well. The black soil and the semi-transparent river water beneath the young man's feet turned snow white, causing rows of ice cones to spike up around him, emanating a thick Water Element Origin.
Ice blossoms bloomed on the ground.
Oppositely, the Frost Comet Spout on Ian's back stopped spewing cold air and instead released extremely hot steam, creating vast clouds that enshrouded the entire river region.
Serpent Rock was at a loss; he was operating the Armor Suit, clad in Armored Clothing, with an abundance of weapons and potions, richer and better equipped than any time in the past forty years—but even so, facing the youth of the White Folks, he still felt as exposed as if he were naked, as though everything had been seen through, devoid of any sense of security.
