Mark sighed and waved a hand. "It's my official name in the clan. My birth name is different."

The pegasus tilted its head thoughtfully. "I see. That explains the dissonance." It paused, then said with unexpected gentleness, "Then tell me, Human… what is the name that you liked to be called?"

Mark hesitated. His real name, Mark Spencer, echoed in his mind. Was it relevant? Would this creature even understand? But something in the Pegasus's gaze told him that he might not be able to fool it.

He inhaled lightly.

Mark didn't need to think about it. His birth name, his identity, and his past life, they were all tangled together now. He had been Lu Zhen. He was Lan Zhen. But at the core, the name that belonged to his soul was only one.

"Mark Spencer," he said plainly. "Same as the clan founder."

For a moment, the Pegasus froze mid-breath, as though something unexpected shifted in the mana around them.

"Mark… Spencer?" it repeated slowly, head tilting in confusion. "That is… a strange coincidence. No, perhaps too strange. But you look nothing like him."

But Frost let the surprise fade, returning to its composed focus. "Very well. Then let us see whether you are worthy of that name or not."

It flapped its wings lightly, the feathers shimmering like snow under sunlight. "Do you require any preparation?"

Mark shook his head. "No need." He lifted both arms, and twin Adamantine Guns materialized in his hands. "I'm ready."

The Pegasus's gaze hardened. "Those weapons…" It leaned forward slightly, nostrils expanding as it sniffed. "Such vile energy. Not demonic, not divine… anti-divine? No, worse. It feels like even the heavens themselves are its enemy."

Mark didn't deny it. "They're antimatter," he said. "Perfectly dangerous. Perfectly efficient."

The Pegasus didn't answer. It simply spread its wings wide and launched itself upward with a powerful flap, soaring several meters above the arena floor. A cold storm rolled behind it as if the winds themselves bowed to its presence.

Mark muttered, "Too slow," and then whispered the command: "Gravity Dome… max output. One hundred thousand G."

The effect was instant.

The room trembled while the air collapsed inward like an invisible boulder crushing space itself.

The Pegasus' wings stopped mid-beat, the majestic creature dropped out of the sky like a stone, and slammed onto the floor with a thunderous impact, and frost mist burst outward from the sudden pressure.

But Frost wasn't that weak that it could collapse under gravity.

Even under 100,000g, the Blizzard Pegasus still managed to stand on its leg, scream in defiance.

*Neigh*

A pulse of icy aura exploded from its body, crashing straight into Mark. He reacted instantly, raising an energy shield in time to block the impact. The force blasted him backward regardless, skidding him across the icy ground.

He exhaled sharply. "Alright… that hurt."

Before he could stabilize, the Pegasus lifted its head with intense fury in its glowing eyes. Its mouth opened, unleashing an immense beam of Absolute Freezing that erupted, blanketing the entire chamber in a sheet of instant frost. Walls, ceiling, ground, everything froze over in a thick layer of crystalline ice.

It was such a similar scenario.

Everything was frozen… except Mark.

The blast washed over him harmlessly.

The Pegasus's eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible. Human, you, how are you unaffected by Absolute Freezing? Even with my mother's blessing, you should not be immune to this level. Only her direct descendants could..." It cut itself off. "But you are clearly human."

Mark smirked to himself, thinking. "Well, that's the magic of the system."

Ark hummed in his head mockingly. Master, that was the system. Obviously.

Mark ignored the AI and lowered his guns suddenly, letting them fade. The Pegasus's ears flicked upward.

"You are… giving up those weapons?"

"No," Mark replied, raising an empty hand. "I'm switching tactics."

He summoned Unnamed instead from the inventory, the brocade-shaped voidstone box, into his hand. It gleamed faintly under the icy light. Then he activated Density Manipulation, boosting its weight to the absurd level where even mountains would crack beneath it.

With a steady stance, Mark pulled his arm back.

"I hope you're durable."

Then he threw it.

The box shot forward like a meteor, tearing through the cold air with a sonic crack. The Pegasus reacted instantly, opening its mouth and unleashing an enormous breath of ice directly at the incoming projectile. The frosty beam hit Unnamed in full force, engulfing it entirely in blinding white.

However, the box didn't stop.

It simply slowed slightly, like a tank trudging through snow, before piercing through the blast entirely and smashing straight into its face, creating a powerful shockwave.

The Pegasus's head jerked sideways, and the mighty beast flew across the chamber, crashing into the ground and rolling several meters before coming to a trembling stop.

While it seemed like a powerful attack, an attack Mark used to kill peak-13-circle Leviathan in the netherworld, he saw that it only left a bruise on this Pegasus.

Mark blinked. "That… didn't work at all? How strong was this thing? Earlier, even 100k times the gravity didn't work on it. Hmm… wait a second..."

Suddenly, something clicked in his head. The Pegasus was the first monster that ever talked to him during this entire trial. It even calls the clan founder its master, and since this place is real and not some spiritual realm, then it is not simply a spirit either…

"Ark, check if this is a real monster or an illusion."

A moment later...

*Ding!

[Yes, Master. That one is real.]

Mark's eyes lit up.

"Finally," he muttered. "That means I can tame this one… but can I truly do it? Well, let's try and see then..."

He took off in a burst of speed, catching Unnamed with a smooth motion as he passed by it. The Pegasus groaned, shaking its head as it pushed itself up, flaring its wings in instinctive readiness.

But before the Pegasus could fully regain its balance under the extreme gravity, Mark was already in front of it, standing eye-to-eye with the divine beast.

"Oh?" The Pegasus said, its voice still pained yet tinged with admiration. "You move fast, Mark Spencer."

Mark tightened his grip on Unnamed.

In response, twin beams of ice burst forth, not from its mouth, but straight from her eyes. The frigid beams cut across the chamber in razor-thin lines, sharp enough to freeze space itself.

But Mark had already vanished from its sight.

The next moment, he flickered into existence behind the monster, reappearing mid-air using his Short Teleportation technique, and swung Unnamed down like a heavenly hammer.

The box struck the monster's back with a sound akin to mountains colliding. The Pegasus didn't just fall; she was blasted away, thrown across the chamber like a catapulted boulder, and smashed into the wall.

Mark didn't allow a single breath of recovery. He activated Short Teleportation again, reappearing above the monster before gravity even reclaimed her falling body. With both hands gripping Unnamed, he swung downward. The blow connected with its face, slamming its head deep into the floor and creating a crater beneath it.

But the Pegasus wasn't defeated yet. In a burst of instinctive fury, it tried to kick upward with its front hooves with a terrifying force, containing the equivalent strength of a 14-circle realm being.

*Boom*

Mark's body was thrown through the air like a rag doll. His body soared nearly a hundred meters back before smashing into the opposite wall and sliding down slowly, coughing violently as he knelt.

"Damn…" he hissed after coughing a mouthful of blood, holding his ribs. "Just one kick is enough to shatter my bones… Even that 99% damage reduction is enough to protect myself… ugh…"

He forced himself to stand, with a trembling body. The Pegasus was already rising as well, shaking the dust off its mane, with its eyes burning with both anger and reluctant respect.

Mark then took a shaky breath. "I was careless. I should've waited until the Disintegration skill cooldown ended. Now… I can only use that move." He looked at his hands grimly. "But if I use it, I'll be in the blast radius. And I might die."

He exhaled through his teeth, smirking faintly. "But it's fine. I still have seven lives left. However, to use that skill, I need to release its constraints and time it perfectly."

He was about to dismiss the Gravity Dome, intending to restore his ether energy to full. The antimatter beam required exactly 100% ether reserve; anything less and the attack would lose its absolute destructive force. He prepared to deactivate the dome,

But the Pegasus didn't give him the time to prepare.