Chapter 152: Gap
Elian felt his blood rush at the imminent moment of impact. Rather than back away, Silas planted his feet in the ground and swung his war hammer. Such a thing was normal between monsters. But to see a man so fearless made Elian grin.
Let’s see what SS Strength at this level feels like.
The Tyrant ignored the war hammer and lowered his head. Silas, who was already mid-swing, couldn’t stop in time. The war hammer smashed against Elian’s shoulder!
A powerful gush of air went out like a sharp blade. It was only seconds later that a terrifying sound reverberated through the air.
BOOM!
More powerful than a cannon, dust and earth flew up like a hurricane. But the titan clashing could not care less. Despite being struck with a war hammer the size of a motorcycle, Elian charged undaunted.
Like a beast on the prowl, his eyes remained on Silas’ head. His charge did not slow down in the slightest and rammed into his opponent without mercy. The breaker had his shoulder skewered in a single breath.
"Ugh!"
Silas only made a small grunt as Elian’s immense bulk smashed into him. Pinned by Bayonet, he was helplessly brought along for the ride. When Elian braked and spun, Silas was thrown about like a rag doll.
The human quickly got back on his feet; he vomited blood but quickly wiped it off with his armor. He did not wear a full helm, so the lower half of his face was exposed. His skin was white as a sheet and looked close to death.
Seeing his state, Elian gave him a few seconds of rest.