Chapter 22: The Woman From The Accident
As it's claws sliced through the air with deadly precision, Mason felt a surge of instinct propel him to the side. In an instant, he was swallowed by shadows, the world around him blurring into a haze.
The ground trembled beneath the impact of the beast's strike, sending debris flying as he vanished from view. As the wolf-beast lost sight of him, it swiftly followed it's nose.
Perceiving the scent of a young human, it turned to it's back and Mason standing in it's field of vision, he was silent, his silky hair casted a shadow over his eyes and he had no expression on his face.
The wolf-beast growled fiercely, lifting its massive right hand into the air once again, sharp claws glinting ominously. It swung down with ferocity toward Mason's face. In a split second, Mason tilted his neck to the left, narrowly avoiding the deadly swipe. Seizing the opportunity, he thrust his right palm forward, pressing it firmly against the chest of the towering wolf-beast.
His energy surged through his arms and gathered in his palm. With a swift motion, he unleashed a telekinetic wave that hit the wolf like a hammer, crushing his chest in an instant.
The force of the telekinetic wave split the earth beneath him, leaving jagged cracks spidering through the ground—a silent testament to the level of overwhelming power he had attained.
The wolf-beast collapsed, lifeless, its body hitting the ground with a dull thud. Mason stood motionless, his head bowed, eyes fixed on the earth—as if held in place by an unseen, mysterious force.
[Skill (Bloodlust Of The Assassin) has been deactivated]
He snapped back to his senses as the skill [Bloodlust of the Assassin] faded on its own. His head reeled, as if he'd been violently spun in circles. At the critical moment, his system had triggered the dormant skill instinctively—just in time to save his life.
"Ugh, my head. What happened?"
[You have killed a C-rank Beast.]