Chapter 127: The Skull King’s End
Chapter 127: The Skull King’s End: Resurrection
Chapter 127: The Skull King’s End
Cillin never fought someone head on knowing that he was the weaker force. That would just be masochism.
Cillin had specially created these flying knives before he came here. The flying knife wasn’t thin, and a powerful corrosive liquid was wrapped inside its brittle exterior. Cillin even used inert materials to prevent the powerful corrosive liquid from eroding through the flying knives’ shell.
Cillin’s original plan was to used the flying knives’ hard exterior to pierce through the enemy’s skin, and when the flying knives shattered, the corrosive liquid that spilled out would then play its role.
The actual oute turned out the way Cillin had planned it to be as well. Hissing sounds appeared appear when the corrosive liquid was spilled onto Carranio’s outstretched tail, and the pain enraged Carranio greatly. This brat was cheating again!!
Carranio let out a drawn out roar that sounded like he would vent out all of the anger he had stored inside his chest. The sound wave took out and shattered most of the crosses nearby.
Not far away, the gray cat who was crouching on top of a cross that lost two thirds of its body jumped down to the floor and flicked its ears. This level of sound wave could not harm it, although it would have to find a new viewing spot to observe the battle now.
Carranio’s roar spread far, far away, alerting even Wa Qing and Emmus inside the energy shields.
“That’s…” Wa Qing said in bewilderment.
“It’s the Skull King, I think.” Emmus said. Even he could hear the anger contained within that roar. He never imagined that Cillin would be able to push the Skull King to this point. He really was an unbelievable person. According to Emmus’ knowledge, the Skull King Carranio was someone who would not let out a howl like this even when he lost all of his subordinates.
Carranio was really angry, and really mad. He had never felt this sullen except that one year when he was wounded by that man.
It was bad enough when he lost a hundred thousand subordinates to this brat. Now, he had even wounded him!
Carranio decided to throw all caution to the wind. In the worst case scenario, he would lose a tail that would regrow itself several years later anyway. The pain he had to endure was only temporary. Right now, all he wanted to do was to utterly obliterate this devious and cunning little brat!
This fight was doable as long as he did not fight Carranio head on and dodged single-heartedly. As he retreated while the other man pursued, Cillin continued to play out his strategy of backing away once and flinging flying knives right after. By now, Carranio’s tail had lost an entire layer of skin, and he was numb to the pain already. He refused to believe that Cillin could keep doing this forever!
Cillin wasn’t in a hurry. Right now Carranio was in a state of fury, and that was a good sign because an enraged Carranio would not spare too much brainpower and think further into things.
When Cillin was still very young, he once heard a conversation like this.
“Do you know why a hunter is superior to his prey?”
“Because a hunter is stronger than the prey. The hunter is strong, and the prey is weak.”
“No. It’s because a hunter knows how to lay traps.”
A hunter is an angler. They would throw down the bait and wait quietly for the fish to take the bait.
Those who lived in the forest would use traps to capture large and ferocious animals. Sometimes, when they felt like it, they would even enjoy the trapped beast’s final show. They had long since gotten used to capturing their prey while spending the least amount of effort.