651 Desperate victory (1/2)

If it was solely having his lungs punctured by Travice, that would be fine. Yet strangely, upon receiving that severe wound, Sheyan’s life essence was rapidly being sucked away by Travice.

Such an exuberant and vigorous vitality circulated into the famished and avaricious Travice, before swiftly channeling into the area of its wrecked spinal column.

Soon after, one could observe a rapid rejuvenation of flesh and blood there even with the naked eye, before tenaciously wrapping around Sheyan’s invading saber blade; resolutely resisting the cutting strength of his ‘+7 West’ saber.

Just when the situation was becoming extremely disadvantageous to Sheyan, his unflagging aggressive attempts finally triggered a passive ability, the special ability of his ‘Deformed Thickshell’ gloves – ‘Tidal Shock’.

[ During close combat with an enemy, there would be a chance of drawing in moisture in the air to unleash an attack. Damage (50 - 130 points) dealt would vary between different environment. Consecutively, an air bubble will form around the enemy, suffocating and reducing the enemy’s movement speed by 80% until the air bubble breaks. Air bubble HP equals to the damage dealt by ‘Tidal Shock’ !!! ]

When the special ability was triggered, the sound of a roaring ocean suddenly reverberated through the air; as though the waves were slapping against the beach.

Moisture content in the air raced towards Sheyan’s left hand, before morphing into an incredibly quick and violent tidal wave.

Shua! The tidal swept in and smashed Travice flying. Not only that, his body was now enclosed by a gigantic air bubble.

Travice reacted with relative peculiarity. As though inflicted with a fatal blow, he released a sorrowful wail. The appearance of his body was unexpectedly like it was corroded by sulfuric acid. Foul piercing black fumes permeated out his body, revealing multitudes of miniature cavities along his body. This ‘Tidal Shock’ attack had seemingly dealt an unimaginable magnitude of damage.

Panting heavily, Sheyan fled for his life as he executed a backward somersault. Supporting his body with his long saber, he clutched his punctured wound. In this moment, he was utterly baffled by what had happened, but also somewhat joyful.

Yet when he glanced at the air bubble encapsulating Travice, he noticed a mild glimmer of violet under the irradiation of the sunlight!

Sheyan finally understood. As it turns out, The essence of ‘Tidal Shock’ lies in absorbing the moisture content of the surrounding, before unleashing a wave against the enemy.

Hence, its killing potential would rise or fall in accordance with the environment. Naturally, the desert would be its weakest. As for this place, it was moist and humid.

Yet in reality, the main source of moisture came from the mild violet liquid flowing within the canal that encircled the ‘Stairway of the Sun’ flower terrace.

The same liquid that blatantly corroded Travice’s earlier parasites! One could tell how devastating the liquid acid was in suppressing Travice.

On paper, the damage of ‘Tidal Shock’ was not worth mentioning. Instead, it was the moisture content absorbed, that unleashed extraordinarily fatal toxins and naturally dealt astronomical damages to Travice.

After a series of rampaging swipes, Travice finally demolished the air bubble encapsulating him. Nevertheless, his current state was exceedingly pathetic. Even his head had been infected with that mild violet liquid, and several tiny holes had been corroded through. The largest hole, was one that corroded off a palm-sized chunk of his skull.

At this point, one could vividly spectate the cerebrum vein lines inside Travice’s skull. It was a large deathly pale blob that undulated incessantly; squirming with grotesque repulsiveness, as though it stored millions of fatty white worms.

In this instance, both parties had suffered grievous wounds and appeared as if they momentarily could not engage in battle.

In spite of that, ever since rampantly barging in here, Sheyan already adopted an evil audacity that could spear through all rivals!

Clutching his chest wound as he struggled to stand back up, his eyes flickered with matchless ferocity. Once again, he lifted ‘+7 West’ and speared towards that freak, and once again, viciously slashing it against Travice’s neck.

At the same time, Travice swung a fist at his chest, causing the left half of his chest to cave in.

Completely lacking in suspense, his slash decapitated Travice’s head.

Yet strangely, Sheyan realized there was a large number of arteries and veins, clustering like tapeworms still linking with Travice’s head. They were concentrated around Travice’s spine, and extended towards the rest of the body.

To his horror, these blood vessels were still automatically oozing and squirming. Shaded in cyan-black or prune, they painted a repugnant scene. Moreover, they appeared as though they wanted to rejoin the head back on.

Time and time again, grave blows plummeted Sheyan. Despite so, Sheyan had utterly sealed off all his emotions and feeling, forcibly repressing all pain or negative emotions. What remained, was a blood reeking callousness to butcher cruelly. The pain only served to heighten the ruthless savageness in his blood lusted eyes!