Chapter 1657 The Pinnacle of Trolls <TOC> Chapter 1659 Crimson Eyes
Translator: SumTLMan
Trom’s dealings with the Sea Troll didn’t go as smoothly as he’d envisioned.
The Sea Troll was slightly slower in attack speed than Trom. However, when it came to predicting the trajectory of attacks, it was almost as if it was reading his mind. Often, just as a thought formed in Trom’s mind, the Sea Troll could fairly accurately guess his intentions. Even if Trom attempted a sudden ambush, the Sea Troll could react instantly, making Trom feel as if his hands and feet were tied.
Furthermore, every counter-attack by the Sea Troll was of a power level nearly on par with that of a formal wizard. If Trom took even a single hit, he’d be critically injured. Thus, Trom had to expend even more energy to dodge the Sea Troll’s attacks.
Until he could find the Sea Troll’s weak point, Trom was trapped in this vicious cycle.
He felt as though he was stalling, but it seemed more like he was being ensnared by the Sea Troll in an inescapable loop. As time wore on and Trom’s stamina decreased, the scales of victory increasingly tilted in the Sea Troll’s favor.
Trom was acutely aware of this. However, his attacks were ineffective against the Sea Troll, and he couldn’t find its weakness, which left him highly frustrated.
When anxious, mistakes are easily made.
For instance, in his current state of anxiety, Trom’s evasive maneuvers deviated slightly, creating an opening immediately seized upon by the Sea Troll. The Sea Troll brandished its trident, predicted Trom’s movements, and thrust it down with force.
Trom’s reaction was swift. He immediately understood the Sea Troll’s intentions. Wanting to change direction, he discovered that as the Sea Troll swung its trident, numerous water pillars rose from the sea, effectively blocking all his escape routes.
Trom felt a pang of regret; he shouldn’t have been so anxious. But there’s no use regretting now. He had to figure out a way to tackle the predicament before him.
He rapidly stilled his thoughts, swiftly deducing the sole path to survival in the present predicament——
Forge ahead!
Only towards the direction where the Sea Troll wielded its trident, there was no barrier of sea pillars. If his pace was rapid enough, he should manage to flee before the descent of the trident.
Having ascertained his target, Trom mustered all his strength, and his entire being seemed to morph into a sharp arrow, shooting straight forward.
The ultimate outcome evidenced that Trom’s judgment was spot-on. He successfully evaded the imminent peril. However, he slightly underestimated the terrifying water energy attached to the trident.
Although he wasn’t directly struck by the trident, the energy fluctuations generated upon its landing grazed him.
Merely brushed by the energy ripples, Trom felt as if he was utterly defenseless and had been head-on charged by a horde of demon bulls, causing tremors in his internal organs.
And that was just a mere graze. Additionally, he was protected by the fur of Cassone. One could only imagine the magnitude of agony if he were to be directly struck; the aftermath would indeed be bleak.
Of course, given Trom’s current physical constitution, such an injury seemingly wasn’t much of an issue. However, there was another pressing matter at hand. To escape the fate of being skewered by the trident, he had expended nearly eighty percent of his remaining strength. Now, he was running on fumes.
If he couldn’t pinpoint the troll’s vulnerability, surrendering would be his only recourse.
The mere thought of conceding gave Trom a throbbing headache.
The troll, logically speaking, should have been something he faced alongside Onassis upon awakening. However, in the end, Onassis, incapacitated by his own blows, was dragged into the uncharted waters by a whirlpool, leaving him to confront the troll alone.
Most crucially, the fact that the match hasn’t concluded signifies that Onassis isn’t dead!
Perhaps Onassis is hiding somewhere at this very moment, silently observing his struggle against the Sea Troll. Onassis could easily triumph without lifting a finger.
Thinking of this, Trom felt his teeth itch with frustration. How could such a situation arise from an advantageous position?
The Pale Witch must be utterly vexxed. Wasn’t the final supposed to showcase his duel with Onassis? Why did he end up in such a terrifying scenario?
Trom grew more and more infuriated. In his mind, sometimes the face of Onassis appeared, and at other times, the face of the Pale Witch.
If he admitted defeat because he couldn’t beat the troll and settled for second place in the Novastar Competition, he would find it hard to accept such an outcome.
As Trom was lost in thought, he didn’t notice that mysteriously, more mist began to form around him.
When the concentration of the mist reached a certain level, the Sea Troll suddenly let out a thunderous roar. This roar seemed to carry with it an energetic tremor, making Trom feel somewhat dizzy. By the time he snapped out of his daze, he was horrified to discover that he was trapped inside a bubble.
At some point, the surrounding mist had formed a light blue bubble, unfortunately encapsulating Trom.
On this bubble, there was a familiar water elemental energy; it was undoubtedly the mischief of the Sea Troll.
Trom could only curse himself for his carelessness while quickly searching for a way to escape the bubble.
After all, having mingled in the Abyss for many years, Trom had witnessed a plethora of eerie techniques. His combat experience was immensely vast. Once he composed himself, he quickly discerned the way to break free from the water bubble——one merely had to identify the weakest point of its energy and launch a fierce assault to shatter it.
In a mere two seconds, Trom identified this weak point in the energy. Without hesitation, he mounted his attack against it.
However, just then, the trident of the Sea Troll was also aimed at Trom.
The Sea Troll raised its right hand high, fiercely thrusting its trident toward the water bubble enveloping Trom. Trom needed to shatter this bubble swiftly; once it burst, he could make his escape.
Yet, this bubble was more resilient than he had anticipated, a realization he made instantly upon contact.
Even with all his might, it would take him two to three seconds to break it. Given the attacking speed of the Sea Troll, in two seconds, he would surely be impaled by the trident!
Realizing this, Trom gritted his teeth, retracted the offensive force he had released, and switched from offense to defense, enveloping himself in a protective energy barrier. Simultaneously, he took out the fur of Cassone and draped it over himself.
He prepared himself to take the blow head-on.
Watching as the trident came closer and closer, Trom’s heart rate soared, almost as if his heart was in his throat. He was uncertain if taking the blow directly was the right decision, but he was unwilling to admit defeat so easily.
Boom——
After the thunderous sound, Trom, however, did not feel any pain in his body.
Could it be that the pain has surpassed the brain’s alarm threshold to such an extent that it became numb, rendering him painless?
Or, has his physical body already perished, and the thoughts occurring now belong to his soul, hence the absence of any sensation of pain?
Unable to resist, Trom directed his gaze ahead, but his view was unfortunately obstructed by an intense burst of white light, making it impossible to discern anything.
Nevertheless, this blinding radiance did not linger for long before gradually fading away.
At that moment, Trom was finally able to grasp the situation before him.
He had not met his demise, nor, as he had speculated, had his body become numb from excruciating pain. Instead, the trident hadn’t struck him at all.
The trident had suddenly halted its trajectory mere meters away from the water bubble.
Chapter 1657 The Pinnacle of Trolls <TOC> Chapter 1659 Crimson Eyes