Chapter 923: Whale Tooth (2/2)

With these two, he was content. After all, they were perfect in terms of weight and length. Any more, and the weight might drag him down. Krune then thought of leaving when he noticed a certain tooth in the center of the row of teeth, standing upright.

The tooth was perfectly shaped like a blade, spanning 60 centimeters in length. It was tremendously sharp, seemingly like it had grown just recently and hadn't been damaged or worn down yet. Upon seeing it, Krune changed his stance immediately, using a knife to scoop out the gums around it.

The two Whale Tooth Daggers were enough for him, but upon seeing the tooth before him, he felt like it wouldn't be a waste to have a primary weapon. After all, a heavier weapon was able to damage greater.

Considering its sharpness, Krune would be able to use it a lot. Thinking as such, he began to cut into the gums surrounding it, soon picking up the tooth as he began to work on it. It was a new tooth, hence the gums around it weren't as rigid compared to the others.

With such variables into the mix, he was slightly faster this time, marveling at the finished product. He swung it once, feeling a bit of difficulty doing so since it was a bit heavier than what he could wield normally. Nevertheless, Krune intended to train using it a bit until he was accustomed to its weight.

He then pulled some of the tooth roots and used it as a sash to tie up both the Whale Tooth Daggers. As for the longer tooth, he hung it on his back as he said, ”I'll call you the Whale Tooth Sword.”

After strapping the sword on his back, Krune approached the whale-like fish's mouth, tapping the walls to see that it was tremendously tough. Even if he were to attack it, he wouldn't be able to go through its thick layer and would have to dig as if he was digging through a mountain.

Moreover, if it opened its mouth in such a situation, the force of the water's entry would slam him into the row of teeth and shred him apart. It was too risky. So instead, he looked around, picking up the bodies of some of the spherical creatures that were still lodged on the teeth.

He carried them with himself as Krune walked towards the throat, immediately throwing them towards the tentacles. He then unsheathed both the Whale Tooth Daggers and rushed forward, swiping them whenever a tentacle attacked him.

After resting for two days, Krune was at his maximum strength. As for the tentacles, they were still bleeding and hadn't recovered yet. On top of that, they seemed to be preparing to produce more spherical creatures. In other words, they were tired.

Therefore, it was way easier for Krune now than before. Moreover, the sharpness of the two daggers was far above his previous daggers, so all Krune had to do was defend himself. When the tentacles slammed on the daggers, the force behind the impact severed them.

This way, he simply charged towards the throat and moved with the pair of knives, soon severing their roots. The whale-like fish roared as Krune crouched, protecting himself from the shockwaves.

As he had already covered his ears with the spherical creatures' shells, his ears weren't affected by the sounds. There was a reason Krune went on the offensive now. It wasn't only because he wished to leave it and survive. It was also because he recalled the scene with the Neon Radiance King.

Killing it gave him the passive ability, Neon Radiance. After that, despite him killing numerous fishes, none of them gave him anything. So, Krune determined they had to be different from the norm.

In a school of fishes, it was the one that acted as their leader, one that was a mutant or was incomparably powerful as compared to the rest of its species. Otherwise, it should be a massive lone predator. The whale-like fish fell on the latter.

Even though Krune wasn't sure if it would work, he had to give it a try. After all, if it did work, he would obtain another passive that would help him. He was indeed thankful for obtaining Neon Radiance. It saved him numerous times during the night when some fishes had attacked him.

Thanks to it, he wasn't afraid of the dark and wasn't helpless in it.

Thinking as such, Krune jumped into its throat, descending through it as he felt the convulsions of the surrounding muscles. As he descended, Little Krune pondered through everything he experienced, pointing him in a certain direction.

The best way to kill a behemoth was to attack its heart. And, to follow it, all Krune had to do was follow its pulse towards where it was the loudest. After all, for a creature this massive, its heart had to be enormous. The amount of sound it would produce would be easily audible.

Krune made a cut in a muscle and slipped into it. It seemed to be a place where two different muscles layered over one another. As he proceeded into it, Krune grunted, feeling like the muscular pressure would smash him into pulp. In any case, all he could do in such cases was endure and press forth.