Chapter 1656 Instantaneous Movement <TOC> Chapter 1658 Trom’s Dilemma
Translator: SumTLMan
The whirpool grew increasingly vast, its gravitational pull so intense that even from the skies, Trom felt as though he was on the verge of being dragged into the abyss at the heart of the swirl.
Moreover, the continuous roaring emanating from below the ocean surface made Trom feel a rising sense of unease.
Trom realized that this entity was likely to be even more terrifying than the two Sea Trolls he had previously encountered.
Dealing with those Sea Trolls had already been quite challenging. Trom did not want to experience that again, nor did he wish to waste his energy handling threats that spontaneously arose from the Boundless Arena.
His best option now was to end the match swiftly. As long as Onassis conceded defeat and was eliminated, Trom wouldn’t have to confront the imminent Sea Troll.
With this in mind, Trom shifted his gaze to where Onassis had previously stood.
“Huh?” A flash of confusion crossed Trom’s eyes. When he looked over, he only saw vast shattered ice floats, but no trace of Onassis.
Trom’s head pivoted from side to side, seeking signs of his opponent.
“At this point, Onassis is gravely injured and shouldn’t have the energy left to flee. Where could he be?” After sweeping his gaze around for a moment, Trom finally pinpointed Onassis’s location.
However, as he looked, his pupils contracted sharply, and his eyes widened in astonishment.
Onassis still bore that pitiable appearance and couldn’t move. Yet, under the force of the whirpool, he was plummeting towards its center at an alarming rate.
Onassis’s absolute defense had already been breached. If he was pulled into the whirpool, it was highly probable he’d meet his doom!
Sir Onassis’s previous gentlemanly behavior had already earned him Trom’s favorable regard. Thus, if Onassis were to perish, it’s not what Trom desired to witness.
“Hurry up and admit defeat!” Trom couldn’t help but exclaim.
As long as Onassis conceded, the match would naturally conclude. The external judges would undoubtedly intervene to prevent Onassis’s downfall.
However, after waiting for what seemed like an eternity, Trom received no response from Onassis. Upon closer inspection, Onassis’s eyes seemed distant, lacking their usual brilliance. Aside from his lips faintly moving as if he was murmuring something, he made no other gesture.
If Onassis doesn’t concede voluntarily, then the only alternative to end the match might be to let him fall unconscious.
But ironically, even though Onassis appeared dazed, he wasn’t unconscious. His mental strength couldn’t concentrate, and it seemed he was incapable of admitting defeat voluntarily.
Trom could only watch helplessly as Onassis, spinning at a high velocity, was sucked into the whirpool’s center.
As Onassis’s silhouette submerged, it was as if a colossal beast had swallowed him whole, vanishing into the abyss.
Watching this scene, a hint of sorrow flashed across Trom’s eyes. Regardless of the match’s outcome, he never intended to put anyone in mortal peril.
Yet now, with Onassis drawn into the whirpool, the conclusion was all too clear.
“Alas…” With a sigh, Trom murmured, and silently awaited the match’s conclusion.
In Trom’s mind, Onassis’s fate was sealed. Thus, the victor was self-evident — it would be him.
After a prolonged wait, there was still no sound signifying the end of the competition. He lifted his gaze to the hovering screen above, which continued to depict himself locked in combat with Onassis.
“Could it be, Onassis isn’t defeated?” Trom’s brow furrowed in contemplation.
Only under such a possibility would the match still be ongoing.
If that’s indeed the case, then where is he now? Trom cast his eyes over the tumultuous expanse of the ocean. Amidst the ebb and flow of the waves and under the cover of overcast clouds, locating an individual in the vast sea would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.
Yet, Onassis remained elusive to Trom’s search.
This filled Trom with a sense of vexation, for not finding Onassis implied… he might soon confront a terrifying sea monster.
As Trom observed the increasingly menacing whirlpool, his expression oscillated between concern and calm. After a moment of hesitation, he resolved on a tactical retreat, choosing to distance himself from the whirpool first and deal with the rest later.
Trom moved as if he were galloping on clouds, wearing a hat adorned with moose antlers. He appeared much like a moose gracefully strolling amidst the clouds.
However, this frolicsome moose in the clouds couldn’t complete his retreat. He was abruptly halted.
The reason——
A towering pillar of water shot up from the ocean depths, conveniently positioned not too far ahead of Trom.
Had Trom continued at his initial speed, he would have undoubtedly collided with this water column. He could distinctly sense the surging aquatic energy within the column, and a collision would have unpredictable consequences.
Why had this obstacle suddenly appeared in his path? Trom glanced back at the distant whirpool. Was it the handiwork of the sea monster?
As Trom was pondering, yet another water pillar erupted from the sea, piercing the sky. Its positioning seemed to specifically target Trom’s location.
Trom swiftly evaded, and as he did so, he utilized the white mist enveloping him to freeze the water column into an ice pillar. The moment the energy made contact, Trom sensed a somber consciousness lurking within the water column.
Following this consciousness, Trom witnessed a massive eye at the ocean floor, coldly staring at him from the depths.
By this point, how could Trom not understand? The water column’s emergence wasn’t random at all.
He had been targeted. That vast eye beneath the sea undoubtedly belonged to the Sea Troll!
Then, countless water columns rose from the sea surface. Trom dodged swiftly, trying to break away to a distant location. However, these water columns seemed to track his movements and anticipate his intentions. Even with his near-instantaneous movement speed, the water columns precisely aimed at the direction he was charging towards, forcing him to reduce his speed.
Under these circumstances, Trom’s only option was to continuously evade and turn the water columns into ice pillars, hoping the frosty aura would backlash against the Sea Troll.
Yet, his plan clearly didn’t work, as water columns ceaselessly pierced the sky.
In a matter of minutes, the entire battlefield transformed into a prison made of water pillars.
Once the watery prison was formed, no more columns arose, but Trom found himself utterly trapped within, unable to escape.
Gasping for breath, Trom’s limbs trembled slightly. The earlier battle with Onassis and the constant dodging of the water columns had drained his energy.
However, the formation of the water pillar prison indicated that the ordeal was not over. Trom braced himself, preparing for the potential threats that might come next.
As Trom caught his breath, the sea surface began to surge once more. Centered around a whirpool, a massive head slowly emerged.
The troll, hidden beneath the ocean’s depths, finally revealed itself!
When the upper half of this Sea Troll emerged, terror flashed in Trom’s eyes. This was an unprecedentedly terrifying behemoth; just its visible half already neared fifty meters in height!
Could it be that, if fully revealed, it would be a gargantuan troll nearing a staggering hundred meters?!
Trom had seen many creatures of a hundred meters, but trolls reaching that size were exceedingly rare!
If this troll surpassed a hundred meters, it would signify that it was at least of a wizard level magical creature! And what does a wizard level creature signify? An average wizard would find it nearly impossible to triumph against such an adversary, even those with true knowledge would struggle immensely.
This is because monsters are inherently more powerful than humans.
While this troll might not have fully reached the hundred-meter category, it wasn’t far off. It was truly an apex magical creature!
It made no overtly aggressive movements; its mere slow rise and massive form already stirred the surrounding seas into towering waves tens of meters high.
One could only imagine the terror if it chose to attack.
The scene might resemble seas and skies upturned, as if the apocalypse had arrived!
As the Sea Troll rose, it became clear that it wore scale armor. Its aqua-blue skin, paired with its white scale armor, appeared majestically imposing.
In its hand, it held a trident that shimmered with blue light, upon which surged a rich water elemental energy.
This Sea Troll’s visage bore a striking resemblance to the sea gods revered in many island nation mythologies!
“Roar——” After the Sea Troll appeared, its mouth, filled with sharp teeth, opened wide, letting out an earth-shaking roar.
After the roar of the Sea Troll, its gaze was cold and shadowed, fixating intently on itself. It then brandished its trident…
Three minutes later, Trom was hit by a powerful backlash. His body was propelled into the air and finally landed on an icicle. Under the influence of gravity, he slowly began to slide down.
Midway through his descent, Trom gracefully danced on clouds, avoiding the Sea Troll’s trident attack.
With the speed of “instantaneous movement,” Trom positioned himself behind the Sea Troll.
He did not initiate an attack. This was because, in the previous three minutes, he had attacked the Sea Troll countless times. The end result was always the same: being repelled just like earlier.
This Sea Troll boasted a defense comparable to that of Onassis. Moreover, its defense was even more well-rounded, leaving Trom momentarily without a strategy to breach it.
Finding a weakness was the only way to launch an effective attack. Clearly, its skin was not its vulnerability.
Trom did not attack the Sea Troll. However, he did not waste time either. He swiftly checked his injuries. Continuous backlashes had taken a toll, and even with Trom’s robust constitution, it was becoming unbearable.
Fortunately, upon examination, Trom found no severe injuries, just some minor bruises.
He exhaled in relief and once again draped himself in a white velvety fur. This fur, originating from the true form of Cassone, possessed unparalleled defensive power. The reason he wasn’t harmed earlier was thanks to the protection this fur provided.
After donning his fur, Trom’s gaze shifted back to the frenzied Sea Troll. He had to find its vulnerability and deliver a lethal blow. Prolonged combat would be extremely unfavorable for him.
“Where could its weak spot be?” Trom scrutinized the troll from head to toe, a faint gleam shining in his eyes.
Could it be the eyes? The navel? Between its legs? Or perhaps the pattern under its armpit?
Thoughts raced in Trom’s mind as he rapidly assessed the formidable foe before him.
In Trom’s estimation, he first gathered external data, organized and categorized this information internally, followed by data analysis, and then deduced the conclusion.
Such a process would take some time, and he knew he must delay for as long as possible to strategize.
While Trom strenuously parried with the Sea Troll, unbeknownst to him, deep in the vast ocean, someone slowly opened their eyes.
In the endless abyssal darkness, those eyes shimmered with a profound and blood-red glow.
Chapter 1656 Instantaneous Movement <TOC> Chapter 1658 Trom’s Dilemma