CHAPTER 28: FUCKING LUCK
ROAR
Shortly after, a deafening roar reverberated through the sudden silence. Against the backdrop of the setting gold, a majestic white lion emerged.
If previously, Alexander’s mind stopped working. Now, he just lost it. As the majestic lion emerged, its aura burst out like a formidable dome, colliding halfway with the equally potent aura emanating from the magical elk.
The damn white lion was also a B-ranked, beast. As their auras clashed, the ground shattered and fissured beneath their power, sending cracks spider webbing outwards.
Alexander felt it hard to even breathe, but he knew, he knew this as his chance and if he missed it, let alone being eaten by the winner, he will perish far before just from the shock wave of their battle.
Alexander glanced again and realized he wasn't the focus anymore. The elk's intense gaze locked onto its opponent. Qi churned around the elk, like a swirling vortex, its sheer intensity palpable even to Alexander's untrained senses, making the very air tremble
The lion, no doubt doing the same, made Alexander cease all thought. He turned around and exerted every ounce of strength through his legs to escape, but the aura released by the two B-rank beasts, or behemoths, made it exceedingly difficult to move.
With every stride, Alexander's confidence surged, matched by the acceleration of his pace, along with the ominous sense of impending doom as the air behind him practically screamed with condensed qi.
Thud
Rumble
Rumble
Rumble
A world-booming thud rang out, but before Alexander could see what happened, rumbles followed as the earth shook and Alexander fell down.
He looked back in horror as he saw the lion press its paw into the ground, causing huge and thick ice spikes, each as big and thick as a truck, to shoot out one after another in a zigzag pattern toward the elk
Looking at the elk, he saw dozens of small swirling ice arrow head like spikes surrounding it, and in the next moment, they shot forward.
The moment the small ice arrow head like spikes clashed with the thick ice pillars, the ice spikes broke into mist on impact. In an instant, a hundred meters around the clash was frozen solid. Even the grass looked like it was made of glass. There was a stream not so far away, which also froze directly, the fate of the fish inside it unknown.
Crack
Crack
Crack
There was a momentary silence, but it was abruptly shattered by dozens of cracking sounds as the thick ice pillar like spikes cracked one after another.
Shatter
In the next moment, with a loud shattering sound that sent chills down Alexander's body and made his hair stand on end, all the pillars shattered like glass.
Contrary to Alexander’s initial thought, it seems both of them were equally matched.
Roar
Huuuuum
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In the next moment, both of them roared and howled at the sky before charging at one another. Both of their soul shattering roars snapped Alexander back to reality, and he was running again at full speed. Whatever happened behind him had nothing to do with him. He needed to save his own life.
He knew his luck was not good; all this supposed 'good luck' brought him here to finish him for good. Luck really had it out for him. He wondered if he had ever charmed lucks girlfriend or something. But he doubted his ability to do so.
Using all 24 of his strength to run, it didn't take long for Alexander to cover a distance of one kilometer. By that point, Alexander felt sore all over. Though his speed dimed by a huge margin, he did not stop.
He could have seen the two battle, as many say seeing high-level practitioners fight people can have an effect, though he was unsure if it would work with beasts or not, but some did said it worked But Alexander doubted he was talented enough to derive something from seeing a battle, no matter how high-level it was. This privilege was reserved for the so-called geniuses.
And besides, his life was far more precious than watching a high-level fight. One misstep and he would have to leave his life behind. Suddenly, he caught sight of something from the corner of his eye, and his eyes widened in shock as he cursed his luck inwardly.
A pack of zombie-like dogs, or rather, extremely skinny dogs, were looking right at him. It didn't take him long to understand that this was most likely the pack of dogs whose scouts he killed the first day.
But how did they find him? but was it the time to ask this questions? No. Alexander was moving straight at the pack, so midway, he changed direction. His original plan was to pass by his storage place, grab what he could, and flee the area, but it seems that would have to change.
The wild dogs remained motionless, yet their eyes were fixed on him, particularly the larger one at the front, whom Alexander was certain was the leader.
But just as Alexander crossed the 1.5-kilometer mark from the battle, the hounds began their charge. One look behind and seeing the furious running of the dogs, Alexander's heart skipped a beat.
Ignoring his soreness, Alexander pushed himself for another 15 minutes. Glancing back, he saw the wild dogs still in relentless pursuit. Especially their leader. No matter how fast he ran, there was no way he could outrun a pack of wild dogs, but the only reason he was still ahead was because he was amidst the thick trees where the dogs could not show their full prowess.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and Alexander almost wanted to punch himself for not thinking of it sooner. In the next moment, he jumped over the tree closest to him. But instead of stopping, he continued moving up the tree, leaping from one branch to another.
He looked back and just as he thought, one or two dogs were able to climb as they showed their hideous and dirty teeth. Normally, dogs are unable to climb trees, but when your life is on the line, you tend to learn new tricks fast.
After running, or rather jumping for a few minutes more, his doubt was proven once again. Even though some of them could climb, they were having a hard time keeping up with him, and most of them were still following him from below, barking as they did so.
But even though the ones that could climb were slow, they were able to keep up with him to a certain degree. then there was also the tremors from time to time, most likely due to the battle of two B-ranked behemoths that was ongoing.. At times, the shaking were so massive that Alexander had to stop to regain his balance, while some of the dogs were knocked off and had to scramble back up.
After five minutes, another massive tremor shook the area, Alexander even saw some trees uprooted and flung backward like twigs in a powerful wind, far away around the battle area.
"How powerful were these two juggernauts," Alexander muttered. Even from this distance, he could feel the air turning cold. He doubted even here if he was safe or not.
Alexander looked back, and two pairs of sunken eyes and sunken teeth met his. These two hounds were the foremost among the pack pursuing him through the dense trees. Looking at the sky, the golden sky was almost dimmed out. And once it does so, things will become far more dangerous.
So Alexander decided something. He pushed off the branch he was on with force, enough for it to snap but this time in the direction of the dogs. Before the first one could understand what happened, the axe bit into its neck and went halfway through. Though he put enough strength behind the strike, Alexander almost lost his footing at the last moment, causing this result.
Alexander, hastily and, forcefully yanked the axe out and brought it in front of him just in time to block the bite of the second hound that lunged at him. With the forceful yanking, the first dog had half of his head attached to his neck while the other half dangled. With blood spurting out it fell down.
Alexander had no time to react as the second beast lunged, biting the handle of his axe and clawing at him with relentless fury, and madness. If it was before, Alexander was sure just seeing this thing up close on his face was enough to shift his pants, but now, now he had done way worse.
With force, Alexander slammed his axe sideways against the tree trunk beside him. The dog back slammed into the tree bark and the force of the axe handle crashed its ribcage as its chest sunk in and it coughed out blood.
Then with his legs, Alexander pushed it to the side and it also fell down. Looking down, he noticed the other dogs surrounding two of their fallen comrades, but with a wired look on their face as they drooled. A disgusting thought came to Alexander’s mind: are they going to eat their fallen comrade?
Alexander's eyes met with the dog, whom he thought was the alpha of the group, and its eyes were filled with murder.
Howl
In the next moment there was long howl and all the dogs eyes shifted form their fallen comrade to Alexander .
Howl
Howl
A simultaneous, chilling howl erupted from all of them. Alexander glanced back and saw even the dogs trailing behind on the branches joining in.
Every hair on Alexander's body stood on end, a chilling premonition seizing him at the gruesome sight. The dogs, now a ravenous horde, were consumed by a bloodlust so palpable it seemed to stain the very air around them. Those on the branches descended with reckless abandon, their eyes fixed on him with feral fury. The sickening sounds of clawed paws scrabbling against bark and wood drowned out their barks.
Below, the dogs exhibited frenzied desperation, hurling themselves at the tree trunk and leaving streaks of blood on the rough bark with their emaciated bodies. Some managed to grasp hold, their trembling limbs struggling for purchase, leaving smears of crimson in their wake.
Their matted fur now clung like a second skin, soaked in the blood of their fallen pack mates. The air was thick with the stench of gore, mingling with the sweat and fear emanating from Alexander's trembling body.
The scene was a symphony of violence and primal hunger, an unrelenting display of nature's brutality at its most raw. With each pounding heartbeat, Alexander felt the weight of impending doom. It was no longer just a pursuit; it was now a battle for survival against a savage force driven by an insatiable thirst for blood.
"What the fuck?" Alexander cursed aloud, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of growls and frenzied howls that echoed through the forest.
[guys serious question, should I increase the quality of writing or should I increase chapter release rate?]