Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Upon seeing the deep gash on Goldie’s chest, Dumby quickly came at the White Steel Bladed Beast from the side. It managed to beat it back with one punch, preventing it from going in for the kill.
On the ground, Goldie’s chest rose and fell unsteadily, its eyes staring straight at the sky. Its pinkish muscle fibers began to twist and turn with each other, closing up Goldie’s wound with incredible speed.
“What doesn’t kill me, only makes me stronger,” muttered Goldie as it slowly rose to its feet. There was now a seriousness in its eyes that Gao Peng had never seen there before.
“You’re no weakling, I’ll give you that,” said Goldie, chuckling. It lightly stroked its wound.
“If my passive ability wasn’t already triggered beforehand, I definitely wouldn’t have been able to survive that attack of yours,” it continued, stroking its wound almost lovingly, as if it was currently caressing the skin of a lover.
That’s it, that’s it…
At the exact moment of its close brush with death, Goldie had been able to feel something cold and sharp slide past its heart.
That sensation had excited it greatly. It wanted more of it.
“Dumby, let me have this duel,” said Goldie solemnly. Its knuckles popped as it closed its left wing into a fist.
“Come at me, pipsqueak! Use everything you have to destroy this fleshy vessel of mine! Let me taste the sweet nectar of death!” roared Goldie.
The White Steel Bladed Beast narrowed its eyes at the duck. Its body had already settled into a half-crouching position. It had no idea what Goldie was babbling about.
However, it knew exactly what “pipsqueak” meant. Seething with rage, it brandished its razor-sharp appendages menacingly at the duck.
How dare you call me a pipsqueak! With a sharp cry, it sprang forward, leaving a blurry trail in its wake.
A crazed wind howled in the air as the wind elemental energy from the White Steel Bladed Beast’s body carved out a trail of S-shaped traces behind it.
Goldie tried to intercept it with its left wing but failed. The White Steel Bladed Beast slid past Goldie and managed to slash its calf with its blade-like appendages, leaving a bloody gash across it.
Goldie’s face contorted in pain. However, the muscle fibers in its calf almost immediately sewed the wound shut.
The White Steel Bladed Beast’s attack had barely missed Goldie’s bone. The wound it had left on the duck’s calf was at least a foot deep.
It gazed at Goldie contemptuously. You’re still a hundred years too early to even think about catching me!
It slowly opened out its plated wings, as a beetle would its wings. Green markings were etched across them like an exquisite work of art.
Schwing! It snapped out its scalpel-like appendages, which at that moment gleamed with orange light as the setting sun cast its final rays on them. Their metallic surfaces were reminiscent of the smooth, mirror-like surface of a pond.
“That’s it, give in to your hate. Can you feel it, that feeling of exasperation when you just want to end someone right there and then, but no matter how much you try, that person just won’t go down?” muttered Goldie as it slowly rose to its feet.
What is this fool babbling about? Why is it saying these things? The White Steel Bladed Beast took a step back. Has it gone mad?
Dumby, who was standing by in a corner, looked at Goldie with an air of concern. The Soul Flames in its empty sockets flickered silently.
Goldie really has a penchant for the dramatic…
The White Steel Bladed Beast’s body blurred. Then it was gone. In its place was the mad roar of the wind in the air. The wind tore through the air noisily like a pack of banshees!
For a moment, all kinds of noise filled the air as the wind roared, howled, and shrieked like a fussy child. Gradually, the cacophony began to converge into a single, angry tone.
As the wind raged on, large patches of grass were peeled off the ground, and branches were broken off of the trees around them. A streak of green light came at Goldie at breakneck speed while bloody gashes appeared on Goldie’s body.
It had held up both its wings over its face in an attempt to protect its eyes and throat. Goldie let out a roar as it began to inflate like a balloon…
A minute passed. The White Steel Bladed Beast came back into view. It was crouching on a huge rock, eyeing Goldie, who was standing in the middle of the forest, warily.
Why is it getting bigger? The White Steel Bladed Beast was stunned. It also couldn’t help but feel a slight sting of jealousy. If only I had that kind of power…
Goldie’s ragged breathing echoed in the forest. It slowly lowered its wings from its face.
It cast a huge shadow over the forest as it stood up straight. A faint light flashed across the blue markings on its body.
The words [Heavy Injury (Severe Blood Loss)] were blinking with an ominous red light on the data frame as Gao Peng gazed at Goldie’s massive form.
The duck had grown into a 50-foot-tall monstrosity. Its Gui Power passive ability hadn’t had time to cool down. It now had a chance of triggering every time it took damage from its opponent.
Goldie lifted its right foot and stamped it on the ground, which shook violently beneath it. Cracks visibly spread out beneath its foot across the ground.
“That’s it, that’s the spirit,” said Goldie, staring the White Steel Bladed Beast dead in the eyes. “Again! Come at me with everything you’ve got!”
The White Steel Bladed Beast narrowed its eyes. Without warning, it charged at Goldie once more.
Goldie was staring straight at the incoming White Steel Bladed Beast, whose blurred green figure began splitting before Goldie. The afterimages flickered past it until they gradually solidified into a single form.
Now! Goldie reached out and caught its opponent with its right wing. The White Steel Bladed Beast’s momentum managed to stagger Goldie back a bit.
“Finally caught you, you little rascal,” said Goldie, looking down at his right wing. “Think you can worm your way out of there?”
A popping sound could be heard as Goldie tightened its grip on the White Steel Bladed Beast.
Drops of blood oozed out from its wing.
How hard can this puny thing be? Goldie frowned. Not only was it unable to crush its prey in its wing, but it also ended up cutting itself on the monster’s sharp edges.
As the White Steel Bladed Beast struggled to free itself from the duck’s grip, it noticed to its surprise that this strange yellow duck had inexplicably received a huge boost to its own defenses. Before, it had been able to easily leave a couple of deep cuts on its opponent. Now, its razor-sharp blades could barely leave a scratch on it.
The White Steel Bladed Beast was now stained with the duck’s blood.
“It’s over, pipsqueak. Looks like I win,” boomed Goldie.
Gao Peng couldn’t help but feel second-hand embarrassment for Goldie. He made a mental note to make sure that Goldie spent less time reading online novels, especially the ones written by someone called “Gun Kai.” Gao Peng had taken a peek at some of his work. It was cringe-worthy, to say the least. He’d had no idea that Goldie liked that sort of thing.
There was no way that the White Steel Bladed Beast would be able to escape Goldie’s grip at this point. The more it struggled, the stronger Goldie would become.
The White Steel Bladed Beast glared at Gao Peng hatefully through the cracks between Goldie’s fingers as he approached it.
