Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Behemoth
Ting...
Race: Behemoth
Rank: Tier 4 - Master (Mid-tier Behemoth)
The system indicated the race and rank as usual. A Tier 4... a real, living Master Tier being with its mind completely intact.
It was pretty much the same case as Pride and those Grandmasters from before who still retained a shred of their original sanity.
"Heh, what a grand entrance." Quinn felt like a mere ant standing before the behemoth.. but joking aside, he had already promised himself never to bother looking for a Behemoth MILF! Those massive muscles alone could swallow him into the abyss, and he had absolutely no intention of drowning in a hulking body like that!
That’s definitely not something for him...maybe some people are built for it but definitely not him.
"LET’S NOT WAIT ANY LONGER! LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!!" The host finally screamed.
The behemoth didn’t waste a single second, its massive body instantly disappearing from view.
It was a petty move to immediately blitz through the rat, an insect compared to its size without any restraints.
Boomm!!
The ground was completely obliterated into a crater the moment the rusted gauntlet struck the sand, forming a deep jagged gaping hole reaching ten meters deep just from that first impact!
"WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!! DID THE DEFIER DIE JUST LIKE THAT?!!" The host cried out, unable to accept such a boring, instantaneous outcome...he wanted to see more blood churning display as the behemoth will slowly kill defier...but the behemoth didn’t follow his script!
Thankfully for his career, it wasn’t a sham, as it won’t end in the shit hole as he could see the figure of Defier standing upright without any damage in his fair skin.
Quinn was already standing twenty meters away from the impact zone, casually holding a standard-looking sword.
"THERE HE IS! HE IS NOT DEAD YET!!!" Annoying as a fly, the host shouted into the microphone again.
Quinn wanted to rip the man’s throat out for being so loud, but unfortunately, he had a fight to focus on.
’Hmm... I can only guess that its physical Strength is approximately 1800, and its Agility is somewhere around 1200... a big chasm between it’s attributes distribution.’ Quinn observed the giant in front of him with pure amusement.
There was no need to even mention its Endurance, which was obviously well above 2000, while its Mana was something he couldn’t gauge through naked-eye physical prowess alone.
’Hehe... Bringer, I think you will finally taste your first drop of blood today.’ The simple-looking sword in his hand had been gathering dust in his inventory for a long time, and this was the first time its name was being called upon in a very long time...it’s definitely something that needs tending as it’s presence is disappearing.
The sword hummed softly, seemingly thrilled to claim its first kill. The main reason Quinn hadn’t used the sword before was that he wanted to save it for a truly worthy opponent.
The drake from before was just a mindless beast, so its blood wasn’t worth a single dime to the weapon.
Quinn had initially wanted to use Bringer to kill the Nekoball, but since he had already decided to make that creature his personal maid, that plan was crossed out. Instead, he would test the blade before fighting that accursed caretaker.
’Let’s also use my very first skill...’ He still recalled the initial ability he had unlocked, the Severing Cut. Though it was heavily limited now due to its low rank, he still wanted to test its output. Just like how he treated his three handfuls of MILFs, Quinn never forgot his dependable skills!
That was why, when the shop had briefly unlocked, he had searched for the exact same skill at a higher rank. He had found a B-rank version, but he had been left completely dirt poor after buying the three specific artifacts needed for his escape plan, so the purchase had been cancelled.
"Blink..." Quinn mumbled, gripping the sword tightly in his right hand.
Fwoshh...
He instantly vanished from his current location, causing the host to entirely fail to track his movements yet again!
"Severing Cut..." Quinn materialized directly at the nape of the Behemoth’s neck, unleashing the skill to test if it could bypass the creature’s natural armor.
Skrkkkkk!!
The skill only managed to slice through the thick, mossy strands of hair before grinding to a halt. It was a rather disappointing performance for his liking...
But the annoying host was beyond shocked, his eyes bulging out of his head!
"HOLY MOTHER!!! THE DEFIER ACTUALLY CUT THE HAIR STRANDS OF A BEHEMOTH! THOSE STRANDS ARE KNOWN TO BE STRONGER AND DENSER THAN BLACK IRON!"
Quinn completely ignored the roaring chants as he sprinted away, effortlessly evading a heavy barrage of punches raining down from above.
Bommm!!! Boommm!!! Boomm!!!
Thunderous booming sounds followed him as he darted left and right across the sand. Unfortunately for the behemoth, any attempt to squash Quinn’s body was a lost cause; its speed was simply too slow to keep up with his current movements.
"Let’s try this instead." He skidded to a halt and turned his body to face the approaching giant head-on.
"Severing Cut... with concentrated Purple Fiery Fire."
His entire right arm was engulfed in a bright purple flame once more, but something interesting happened, the fire spread rapidly along the metal, coating the blade until it completely transformed into a glowing purple sword.
"Hehe... so skill synergy really works." Quinn was incredibly interested in combining different abilities, and as of this moment, the results did not fail to amaze him.
He then sprinted toward the behemoth at maximum velocity, leaving nothing but a blur and a collapsing crater where he had just been standing.
Quinn met the behemoth’s descending fist head-on without so much as blinking, utilizing his massive raw strength to cleave the incoming arm in two.
Srkkk!!!!
The giant rusted gauntlet felt like soft butter being sliced by a hot knife; the blade faced absolutely zero resistance.
Thud!
