Chapter 267: Stunned

Chapter 267: Stunned



[2000 PSS bonus]

The cobra's body was forced deeper into the water, sinking rapidly.

Sylas was a snake expert. There were probably very few people in the world who understood better than him just how good cobras were at swimming. They were naturals, and their agility and ability to orient themselves in water would rank high among most land creatures.

Trying to lure the cobra into the water to kill it seemed like a foolish task when this was taken into consideration. But there were two things missing in this analysis: context and relativism.

No matter how good the cobra was at swimming, would it be able to battle as effectively in the waters as it could on land? And if it was forced to use its Aether to stay above water, then wouldn't that ruin its chances at replenishing its reserves enough to launch a powerful attack?

On top of this, Sylas' main goal was to make it across. That was because this river was now a dividing line between himself and the oncoming enemies. If they wanted to attack him again, not only would they have to cross this river, but even in the case that they weren't, they would at least have to expose themselves first. And once they exposed themselves, he could kill them.

Sylas appeared high on the roof of a cottage. The first ballista bolt had already thrown the Arctic Emperor Cobra off, but it wasn't nearly enough. Gritting his teeth, he unleashed another fist.

A fiery green fist shot through the air and smashed down when the cobra was looking for air. Again and again. His visualization saw the cobra writhing. In its foolish rage, it had already taken up several mouthfuls of water.

Sylas' gaze darted back toward the forest on the other side, and the sight he saw made his eyes redden. He could see several shadows moving through the forest, and their goals were all the same. They were collecting the corpses of the cobras that he had defeated, collecting the spoils that he had put his life on the line for.

The government. That was who they were, it was obvious just by their military garb and the rifles on their backs. They didn't even realize that if not for him wringing his mind dry maintaining his Beast Totem, they wouldn't even have the right to stand before this creature.

Sylas took deep breaths, taking a rare moment of reprieve. Fighting, fighting, and more fighting. It was all he seemed to do nowadays. He should have hated it, this pain coursing through his veins, these emotions that he had rarely experienced in the past, but instead... he found that he truly loved it.

Suddenly, his hand reached back, and he caught the shaft of a spear. He twisted it out of the hands of the attacker and struck back with it. The attacker was taken aback and flinched in fear, only for the spear to suddenly burst into a rain of ash that shot into their eyes.

BANG!

Sylas' punch blew a hole right through that person's skull, so perfectly controlled that it looked as though a large bullet had sped through instead.

[Shacarri Edison]

[Level: 17]

[Osrius Flemming]

[Level: 17]

The two remaining Level 17s stood stunned.