Ivan was the first to attack, three ice spikes materialized out of thin air, all hurtling towards Derrick at a rapid pace.
Derrick remained calm, in a nanosecond, he drew his nullspire sword, swinging it masterfully.
As soon as Derrick's blade touched the ice, it vanished.
It didn't break, it didn't shatter, it just vanished, one second it was there, and the next it wasn't.
"How did he do that?" Members of the crowd asked themselves.
The way Ivan's ice spike reacted, it was almost as if it had been undone, like a loose thread had been pulled and the whole thing came crumbling.
Ivan was wary. There was a second of shock and confusion on his face, but he quickly dismissed it. After all, it was Derrick.
Ice gathered underneath Ivan's feet and his body slid forward, closing the distance in the blink of an eye.
Ice gathered around both of Ivan's fists. He planned to use the speed of the slide to attack, but Derrick was there steps ahead.
