e was naturally attuned to. Raised on scorching conditions, he thrived in heat, adapting well due to his affinity for it—akin to a social extrovert enjoying inescapable warmth.

“Looks like I’ve found the enemy,” he observed, eyes shining. He spotted a figure encased in ice, attempting a feeble concealment. Brutols, with his unique thermal sight, easily detected this individual. Instead of attacking immediately, he strategized to avoid unnecessary risks.

Quickly, Brutols launched a powerful flame kick, shooting intense fire at the ice-bound person, forcing him out of hiding. To Brutols’ surprise, the individual could traverse through ice with astonishing agility, reminiscent of ground-dwelling myths. Despite his speed, compared to Brutols’ bullet-like flames, he posed little threat.

Nonetheless, Brutols needed to melt the intervening ice before striking the enemy directly. Persistently, Brutols maintained his attacks, knowing halting would expose his vulnerabilities. Ignoring surrounding threats, he focused solely on his target.

Suddenly, ice giants emerged around Brutols, threatening despite their deceptive fragility. Though careful not to overheat and melt his footing, Brutols' red flame shield easily disintegrated these icy giants. Their relentless, futile charges met brutally effective resistance.

Seeing the giants' fruitless efforts, Brutols lamented their pitiful existence—animated by some magical force, these lifeless constructs were mere pawns. Eventually, he vanquished all giants, but more icy foes replaced them: ferocious ice tigers, agile and capable of leaping attacks. This forced Brutols to adapt a more precise defensive and offensive strategy.

Determined, Brutols confronted the persistent ice-encased enemy, realizing this battle was more intricate than anticipated. The enemy, regretting the confrontation, felt immense heat despite his bare state, contrasting Brutols’ fiery command.

The man burst from the ice, cursing Brutols passionately. Jealous of Brutols' strength, his hatred fueled his rash charge. Brutols, unperturbed, smiled, noting the man's lunacy. This naked opponent preferred the cold, a stark contrast to the intense heat now overwhelming him.

“I'll kill you, fire demon!” he bellowed, as if Brutols were the invader. Revealing his lair of frozen maidens, the man's perversion became evident—his condition hinted at severe psychological issues. Brutols, devoid of sympathy, responded with a massive white fireball, incinerating the crazed man swiftly with a decisive, rapid attack, concluding the struggle with a smirk of tireless resolve.

Chapter 8: Journey Through Hell (3)

“Such a pity, there’s no strong opponent here,” Brutols sighed. For him, the most exhilarating experience was undoubtedly battling formidable foes. As he

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