Chapter-186

Seizing this opportune moment of surprise, Sin acted swiftly. His years of combat experience in boxing had taught him to exploit weaknesses and moments of vulnerability in his opponents. In one fluid motion, he lunged forward, thrusting his spear with precision toward the leader's thigh. The sharp blade of the spear found its mark, puncturing the flesh of the tribe leader's leg.

A sharp and agonized groan escaped the leader's lips as pain shot through his body. His momentum disrupted, he staggered back several steps, clutching his injured thigh. The wound was not fatal, but it was enough to weaken his stance and throw him off balance. Sin's calculated strike had not only caused physical harm but had also inflicted a psychological blow, eroding the leader's confidence and resolve.

As the leader grappled with the pain radiating from his wounded leg, he realized that he was facing a formidable adversary. Sin's level 54 strength was a force to be reckoned with, and his combat skills were honed to near-perfection. The leader's initial arrogance, borne of his belief in the Mangeur D'os tribe's invincibility, had been shattered. He had underestimated the determination and prowess of his opponents, a mistake that could prove costly.

Sin, now in control of the battle's tempo, maintained his focus on the tribe leader. His eyes bore into the leader's, a cold and unwavering resolve mirrored in his gaze. There was no doubt in Sin's mind about the importance of this confrontation. Lita Woodenburg's fate hung in the balance, and Sin was determined to emerge victorious.

The remaining tribesmen, though initially thrown into disarray by the unexpected turn of events, began to regroup. Fear and panic still gripped their hearts, but the tribe chief's earlier taunts had served as a rallying cry. They recognized that they could not allow their leader to fall without a fight, and a renewed sense of determination infused their actions. All of them started to transform and took the appearance of ghoul.

The tribe chief's halberd, though momentarily ineffective against Sin's intangible form, remained a formidable weapon when wielded with skill. He adjusted his tactics, seeking to exploit any opening that Sin might inadvertently reveal.

Yet, Sin couldn't spare a moment to observe the actions of others. Swiftly, he thrust his weapon towards the leader's thigh once more, forcing the leader to collapse to the ground in excruciating pain. Sin's relentless assault continued unabated, his every movement calculated to break the leader's spirit and body, leaving no room for respite or reflection. The leader's strength waned, and he struggled to maintain his composure as the searing pain coursed through his leg.

The leader's anguished scream reverberated through the night air, a cacophonous blend of anger, frustration, and pain. His transformation was nothing short of horrifying, as he morphed into a ghoul of immense proportions. In the blink of an eye, he had grown to a towering height of two meters, a grotesque and nightmarish visage of terror.

The sudden transformation was accompanied by a surge in the leader's level, which skyrocketed from 60 to a formidable level of 70. This abrupt escalation in power sent shockwaves through the battlefield.

Amidst the chaos and the eerie glow of the moonlight, the ghoul leader's twisted form contorted with malevolent glee. His eyes, now gleaming with a feral hunger, fixated on Sin, and he issued a chilling proclamation. With a voice that seemed to emanate from the depths of darkness, he declared that he had changed his mind. Instead of devouring his fallen tribesmen, he would feast upon the raw flesh of Sin himself.

The words hung heavily in the air, laden with an ominous threat. The ghoul leader's intent was clear—to reduce Sin to nothing more than a meal, a source of sustenance for his insatiable hunger. It was a declaration of brutal violence and primal cruelty, born from the depths of his newfound monstrous form.

In the face of this horrific transformation and the ghoul leader's menacing declaration, Sin remained remarkably composed. His expression remained stoic, betraying no hint of fear or uncertainty. He met the ghoul leader's gaze with a cold, unwavering stare as if he were merely observing an inconsequential annoyance, a bothersome insect that needed to be swatted away.

The intensity of the moment hung in the air like a heavy shroud. Sin's calm and collected demeanor stood in stark contrast to the ghoul leader's grotesque transformation and frenzied bloodlust. It was a clash of wills, a battle not only of strength but of resolve and determination.

The surrounding battlefield had fallen into a surreal hush as if the very world itself held its breath in anticipation of what would come next. Julia, Sia, and Fatty Jack, though undoubtedly stunned by the ghoul leader's transformation, looked to Sin as their unwavering pillar of strength, their guide through this nightmarish ordeal.

Sin knew that this moment was pivotal. The ghoul leader's newfound power posed a significant threat, one that could not be underestimated. However, Sin was not one to think about losing such a game against a mere level 70 expert who already defeated a level 80+ enemy.

The ghoul leader, now fully committed to his malevolent intent, lunged forward with incredible speed and force. His elongated limbs and razor-sharp claws were poised to rend Sin apart. Yet, Sin's reflexes were equally exceptional. With a swiftness that belied his level, he evaded the ghoul leader's initial onslaught, sidestepping the frenzied attack. It was like he was avoiding a weak mosquito.

The leader's rage and frustration reached a boiling point as Sin's seemingly effortless dominance continued to provoke him. Sin's calculated actions and his cold, unyielding demeanor had transformed the once-confident ghoul leader into a seething cauldron of fury. With every passing moment, the leader's desire for vengeance intensified.

As the ghoul leader's massive form lunged forward with his halberd, his intent was clear: he intended to strike Sin down with a single, devastating blow. His eyes burned with a malicious fire, and his monstrous transformation had amplified his already formidable physical prowess. It seemed as though he would stop at nothing to exact retribution upon Sin for his audacity.

However, Sin was one step ahead. His spear, an extension of his own will and power, responded to his command with swiftness and precision. With the agility of a serpent, the spear's blade extended toward the ghoul leader once more, finding its mark with unerring accuracy. This time, it was the leader's other thigh that bore the brunt of Sin's attack.