Chapter 127: Crimson Tyrant
Massive in stature and obviously in strength, the Crimson Tyrant looked like a mixture of a tiger and crocodile, possessing thick crimson scales across its body while retaining the muscular and sharp predatory frame of a wild monster. Jagged rows of obsidian spikes protruded from its spine all the way to the tip of its tail.
Each breath it released sounded thunderous and heavy, like a furnace was roaring deep within its chest.
The claws in front of it were nearly the size of Desther’s daggers, deeply embedded into the ground beneath, as if anchoring its body to the earth. Its slit-like golden eyes, akin to a reptile, radiated savage brutality, capable of freezing ordinary people in fear and trepidation.
And even when lying still, the pressure emanating from the Crimson Tyrant still caused the surroundings to fall silent, as if the mere sound produced around would arouse its ire.
The Crimson Tyrant was an early stage Tier 1 Boss Monster.
A strong monster that struck terror into the depths of everyone’s soul, whether it was unawakened or awakened.
Each CrimsonTyrant has claimed thousands of lives, especially those residing in cities now in chaotic ruins after the apocalypse.
Like the others, the Crimson Tyrant in front of them was not one to be underestimated.
As if sensing their presence, the Crimson Tyrant lifted its head and turned toward where Desther and Lexie were standing.
ROOAR!
A deafening roar was released, threatening to tear the two of them apart for daring to enter its territory.
Chuckling, Desther turned toward Lexie and stated, "Let me handle this."
Although lazy, Desther was not someone that would shy away in battle.
Especially since this was the first Tier 1 Monster he encountered ever since he became a Professional Awakened.
Wanting to test his mettle against it, Desther planned to seize the opportunity to break a little sweat.
Deep inside, though, Desther knew that he was much stronger in terms of raw attribute compared to the Crimson Tyrant.
[ Target Marked ]
[ Theft Mark: Attribute Theft ]
[ Vitality Attribute: +154 (30 Mins) ]
[ If Marked Target is eliminated: Free Attribute: +77 (Permanent) ]
[ Theft Mark: 9/10 ]
Having stolen half of its highest attribute, the combat ability of the Crimson Tyrant weakened even more.
The buff that came from the stolen attributes hardly matters to Desther now. In fact, it has been a while since the last time he was consciously aware of it.
With his current attribute, such minor buffs were no longer as important as they seemed before.
Now, the function mainly operates as his way to weaken the enemy, and despite that, Desther still felt that he hardly noticed the difference because of his overwhelming advantage.
The Crimson Tyrant charged toward Desther in seething rage, unaware that its Vitality had been cut in half just like that.
Desther moved forward at breakneck speed, charging toward the creature with the same ferocity it let out toward him.
Two figures met in the middle. His fist tore through the air and landed right in the face of the Crimson Tyrant.
An immense force landed on its head; confusion filled its eyes at the sudden impact.
However, the Crimson Tyrant was indeed a formidable opponent. It was countless times stronger than the monsters he faced and fought before.
It immediately recovered from the impact that struck its neck. Its eyes honed toward Desther as it swiped its claws forward, threatening to tear him apart.
Desther obviously did not wait for it to land.
The Supreme Combat Art went into overdrive, filling him with the knowledge, the instincts, and the movement to overcome and counterattack the incoming blow.
The claw glistened with a sharp sheen, reflecting the sunlight above.
A mere centimeters away from his head, Desther took a simple step to the side, while his other hand swiftly rose to redirect the claw upward.
With perfect execution, the Crimson Tyrant’s entire arm was lifted upward with a mere flick of Desther’s hand, creating an opening to its soft underbelly underneath.
A sweep of his leg allowed him to hone in closer, his arms bent backward like a whip, and in one fluid motion, he delivered a punch to its gut with strength that could crack boulders.
BOOM!
A minor explosion ensued as his fist tore through the air like a jet.
The moment his fist connected and he felt the dense resistance of the monster’s flesh, Desther knew that he had executed the strike with surgical precision.
The terrifying force behind the blow rippled through the Crimson Tyrant’s body like a tidal wave.
The Crimson Tyrant roared in immense pain as the area around the impact concaved unnaturally, its body now bent backward from the sheer power of Desther’s punch.
Its golden eyes widened violently, trying to make sense of what was going on.
It was supposed to be a boss monster with massive health and vitality; how could a mere punch rattle and shake its core?
At the next instant, the massive monster was blasted backward like a broken ragdoll, uprooting trees and smashing through the forest in a trail of destruction.
The trees splintered apart, and leaves exploded in the air as the earth shook from the impact as it landed dozens of meters away.
Desther remained standing calmly where he was. His fist still extended forward with the same motion he was doing earlier. Dust rose violently and swirled around him like a minor tornado. His eyes fixed forward where the monster crashed and lay.
The Crimson Tyrant was indeed not an ordinary monster.
Despite the damage it sustained, it still groggily stood up from the place it crashed.
Desther lowered his arm and stared ahead with little amusement in his eyes.
Although the force he used earlier was not the highest he could muster, it still surprised him that the Crimson Tyrant could still stand up after receiving his punch.
’No matter...’
With a thought, his figure vanished like the wind, appearing right in front of the Crimson Tyrant.
Once again, his fist was already in the air by the time the Crimson Tyrant sensed his presence.
His fist moved forward, smashing the Crimson Tyrant’s head with practiced ease.
Boom!
