Chapter 145: Blinding Speed, Crimson Rage

Chapter 145: Blinding Speed, Crimson Rage



Darven launched himself at the Crimson Berserk Ape, his feet propelling him forward with blinding speed.

The ape, still trying to recover from the initial wound, tried to brace itself, but Darven's speed was unmatched.

He swung his tail in a wide arc, the sword at its tip gleaming as it sliced through the air. The blade struck the ape's shoulder, cutting through its tough, metallic hide and drawing blood.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

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"This is incredible," Elena exclaimed. "I've never seen a giant class move so fast."

"Alister's dragon definitely has the upper hand," Marcus agreed. "But that ape... still hasn't shown us all it can do."

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The ape staggered back, its massive fists slamming into the ground to steady itself. The impact sent shockwaves through the earth, creating deep cracks and causing the ground to shake violently.

Magma erupted from the fissures, adding a hellish glow to the battlefield. Darven, unfazed, continued his attacks.

Darven became a blur as he darted around the ape, his massive steps seeming to cause miniature earthquakes around the area, slashing with his sword and striking with his claws. Each attack targeted the ape's vital points, leaving deep gashes in its metallic flesh.

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"Direct hit!" Marcus cheered. "That's gotta hurt. Is it just me or does it look like Alister's dragon is fighting with some sort of... Dragon swordsmanship?"

"You are not the only curious one, Elena." Marcus leaned forward slightly, "Although we may not be certain what it is, it's clear to everyone watching that those are not just random movements."

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The ape roared in pain and frustration, its massive fists swinging wildly as it tried to catch Darven. But Darven was too fast, his lightning-fast reflexes allowing him to dodge every blow easily.

With each passing second, Darven's attacks seemed to get even faster. He soared into the air, then dove down with his sword extended, the blade cutting through the ape's thick hide and leaving a trail of sparks in its wake.

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"It's... it's moving even faster... How is that even possible?"

"What do you say we have a quick backtrack and watch it in slow motion?"

"Good idea, Elena."

With that, the live feed momentarily cut, now displaying the scene that occurred a moment ago, replaying in slow motion. Even at this speed, Marcus and Elena couldn't believe what

they saw.

"The ape... it actually moved..." Marcus said with awe.

"That was really unbelievable. I guess every new year is always filled with new discoveries. Imagine giant class monsters with such bizarre speed; it seems the union may have to create a new division of classes under the giant class."

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Darven's scales cracked, blood seeping from the wound.

"You have managed to wound me... Impressive!"

Darven's words seemed to rile up the ape, causing it to charge at him, its eyes filled with rage,

its roar shaking the air.

Darven got back on his feet, his wings beating weakly as he tried to steady himself.

His eyes locked onto the charging Crimson Berserk Ape. His wings unfurled with a powerful flap, propelling him back into the fray.

He lunged forward, aiming a swift strike at the ape's side, but the ape's speed matched his. It twisted its massive body, dodging Darven's attack, and retaliated with a backhanded fist that struck Darven's chest, sending him skidding across the ground.

Darven dug his claws into the earth to halt his momentum, tearing up chunks of rock and soil. He leaped into the air, his tail swinging in a deadly arc, the sword at its tip aiming for the

ape's throat.

The ape caught the blade with its hand, its metallic hide sparking against the steel. It roared, pulling Darven closer and delivering a bone-crushing punch to his midsection.

The force of the punch sent shockwaves through Darven's body. He gasped for air, feeling the sharp pain. He retaliated with a flurry of slashes, each one faster than the last.

His claws raked across the ape's face, leaving deep gashes, but the ape seemed unfazed. It roared in rage, throwing a series of punches.