Chapter 214 Hunter or Prey?

Chapter 214 Hunter or Prey?

Chapter 214

Oliver didn't care about that; he and the chimera were already locked in a battle to the death, and the situation would only be resolved once one of them was finished.

The air around them buzzed with tension, a silent acknowledgment that only one would walk away from this fight.

Water condensed at his fingertips, swirling into form with practiced precision. It gathered in his palms, stretching slowly and shaping itself into a long, thin, translucent blue blade.

The water moved within the blade even as he held it. It rippled like liquid caught in suspended time, shimmering under the faint light of dawn. The blade was a pressurized hydraulic water weapon that Oliver had developed while training in the water chamber.

It wasn't just water—it was destruction in liquid form, honed to a razor's edge.

Water at high pressure can be sharp enough to cut through the toughest metals, and the blade was inspired by that principle—focused on sharpness and precision.

Using quick movements, Oliver appeared before the chimera, and before the creature could react, he sliced forward with the hydraulic blade in a swift motion.

The chimera's reaction was too slow. The blade hummed as it sliced through the air. The blade was a blur as it cut through the air, aimed with deadly precision.

The blade cut through the air as it reached the chimera, which instinctively tried to block the sword with its long arms.

Splatter!

The chimera paused, stunned, as it looked down at where its long arm should have been—only to find a half-sliced elbow, cleanly severed.

Blood oozed from the clean cut, dark and viscous, as the creature let out a gurgling howl of pain. It clutched the stump of its arm, its grotesque mouths twitching in agony.

It took a moment before sharp pain assaulted the senses of the dark chimera, making it recoil in fear and indignation as it looked at Oliver with wary eyes and a hint of fear.

The chimera's body, which it thought was unbreakable and its greatest weapon, had been sliced apart flawlessly by the mysterious watery blade, as if slicing butter with a hot knife.

Its confidence shattered, replaced by a creeping, primal terror. The chimera's entire body started to shake violently as it looked at Oliver. The moment it looked into Oliver's eyes, an unprecedented fear suddenly enveloped its whole being.

It was almost comical how their roles had reversed at this moment—the chimera, a dark beast that should have been chasing after the prey, was now being relentlessly pursued by that very prey.

The hunter had become the hunted.

"Humph."

Oliver snorted as the chimera tried its best to dodge and make him lose its trail. It was desperate, but no amount of frantic running would save it now.

Their figures turned into small lights as they clashed against each other in the playground. The sun was slowly starting to rise, and the area was brightening.

The playground had suffered clear marks of destruction from the battle between two supernatural forces—everything was vivid and fresh.

Clang!

A loud sound echoed in the quiet morning as Oliver once again sliced off the chimera's limb, this time its left leg.

The hybrid roared furiously, collapsing to the ground, unable to balance itself to escape further.

Oliver was lucky that the hybrid before him didn't seem to have developed any regenerative abilities, or it would have truly turned into a nightmare.

The hybrid looked at Oliver, who was calmly staring at it, and felt restless, anxiously dragging itself away.

It could sense its own end creeping closer.

"It's time to face your exorcism."

Oliver's eyes turned cold as he muttered, and in the next moment, a torrent of pitch-black flames engulfed the chimera whole!

Roar!

It was a fierce roar of struggle from a beast at its end. Even after losing its mind, the chimera still did not dare to approach Oliver.

The fear instilled into the chimera was so strong that, even at its end, it tried to escape from Oliver, who was standing still, watching the hybrid crawl.

It was as if the mere presence of the boy was enough to drive the creature mad with terror.