Monster Integration Chapter 1853
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"Thunderous Strikes!" It thundered and attacked me with lightning speed. I reacted instantly as I had activated the second boost and attacked back. I am not going to remain all passive in this fight, especially against such an exciting enemy.
CLANG!
Its seven meters long black-toothed sword hit against my tiny sword, stopping it on the track while crushing the long thunderbolts which tried to climbed on my sword to attack me.
I have refined my fighting style a lot after fighting tens of Tyrants and created defenses that could guard against any sneak treat like the thunderbolts. If it wants to catch me off guard, it would have to do something original; otherwise, all its tricks would fail.
"Snort!"
It let out a loud snort seeing I was defending its attack easily and attacked me with an even more powerful attack.
CLANG CLANG CLANG
It begins to rain powerful attacks at me, and I am defending each one of them. Our fights had spread all over the dome, and it looked like heavenly gods are angry at the mortals, and that is making the clouds angry as they are drowning in thunder. Any of these lightning bolts churning in the sky is enough to vaporize the mortal cities.
While it might look like I am having an easy time defending against its attacks, what I am doing is far from easy. I am using all my ocular abilities to track every movement of it, every movement of its sword, and every lightning bolt is under my gaze, and analyzing all, I am using an optimum method to deal with.
It requires experience and precise control. If it had been a month ago, I would not have been able to do something like it. After fighting tens of Tyrants to death, I was able to furnish my skills enough that even with lesser strength, I am able to fight equally with such a destructive powerhouse.
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It is getting angry seeing each of its attacks is easily defended by me and thus making its attacks stronger and stronger, and I had to harness more power from the Second Boost to deal with it while being careful of any insidious attacks.
I had found my fighting style had changed a lot during this past month, with a new fighting style that I had developed, which made me kill much stronger opponents than me. It filled me the confidence that I never had.
It could not be said confidence but is a belief itself. The past month helped me developed a belief in myself that I had never felt, and it changed me for the better, which itself brought a change in my fighting style and transformed my strength that I could fight against such powerful enemies.
"Human, it looked like I had underestimated you," The Crockman said as it suddenly stopped attacking me. "Well done, you have done a great job admitting it," I said sarcastically, tired of hearing this line hundreds of times.
My sarcasm did not seem to anger it as I had expected. Instead, it had brought a smile to its face, which made me slightly uncomfortable.
"I will now attack you with my most powerful attack; survive if you can," It said with a smile. There is unhidden confidence in its tone, which made me extremely uncomfortable, we have been fighting for more than ten minutes, and it should not have such confidence, but it had and is scaring me a little.
"Human, welcome my Seven Thunder Snakes." It said gently, but with confidence, it said it, made me feel like it had roared those words.
For a moment, nothing had happened, but soon its aura exploded like never before, and seven thick streams of thunder came out of its body.
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Shar Shar Shar…
It took a moment for seven streams of thunder to transform into thunder snakes which screamed at with their whisper-like sound, which is thunderous.
These even blue thunder snakes are huge, about thirty meters long, and have a mouth that is huge enough to chomp down several humans. The scariest things about them are that they felt real; they are connected to Crockman in such a way they feel like an extension of it.
I understood what this method is; it is known as conscious and energy projection, simply animated projection. An extremely hard method for Tyrant to learn, it is said that only 20% of elites are able to learn this method.
The reason animated projections are so hard is because of its extremely hard requirement. First and foremost is impeccable control over energy, the ability to project soul into one's energy, and the last is having powerful energy.
This Crockman somehow mastered the basics of it, which more than half elites are incapable of, and it is not even an Elite. So, one can imagine how talented this bastard it which made me want to kill it even more as this bastard had a bright future.
Becoming an Elite is just a matter of time for it, and it has high hopes to become a leader class Tyrants that will make another big thorn against us humans.
"Human die!" The Crocman said as it pointed its sword at me, and snakes attacked. Animated projection is hard; it is very powerful, which is why many people try to learn it.
'Everwings,'
I activated the Everwings and even activated the ocular ability, which I had specially created to deal with Animated Projections but never got a chance to use it until now.
While I am slightly scared seeing such a powerful attack, but I am also excited to test my strength against it. One rarely gets much chance to experience this move before they have become an Elite, as Elite would not use this method on anyone who is not elite; they do not need to with their strength.
SHAR SHAR SHAR…
"Come on!" I shouted as they thundered at me, let them bring what they have, and I will show them what I have by destroying them.
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