Supremacy Games

Scared shitless, the players stood above the sand with heartbeats racing and tense limbs. Their eyes kept shifting from a sand dun to another, trying to catch a glimpse at the predator underneath them. Unfortunately, only rolling waves of sand covered their vision.

There was absolutely no sign of the serpent's whereabouts. This feeling of knowing that they were being watched without the ability to discern from where caused their already tense limbs to stiffen even further.

They would rather have the beast towering over them as before than hide underneath their feet like this.

Seconds went by and the only thing that was still making its presence heard, was the sound of the desert getting larger and spreading wider.

The serpent was acting the same as a chef, preparing the ingredients meticulously before cooking them off. However, its way of doing things was putting a dent in those players' mentality.

Their gut feeling screamed at them to leave this death trap. Yet, their bodies were as unresponsive as a log.

Zoe and the spectators all went quiet as well. No one made a single sound, as their eyes were fixated on the serpent that was swimming within the sand, unhindered like a fish in the ocean. Few whispers were thrown here and there about who was the lucky player to get picked up first.

Suddenly, their eyes brightened up, as they noticed the serpent slithering towards a player that had a frozen area of sand around him.

The player was putting his entire focus on freezing the sand underneath him, so the serpent wouldn't pop out straight under his feet.

Too bad, his proactive defensive attempt made the serpent put its focus on him first. It sensed that it shouldn't let him continue building his defenses around him. Otherwise, it would affect its final attack.

Thus, the poor lad just shot himself in the foot, as the serpent used its long golden tail like a whip, sending it towards his feet.

Boom, Crack!

The frozen sand broke into small pieces, as the tail kept penetrating it without a single ounce of resistance.

Frightened, the player tried to jump in the air after sensing that his defenses were getting ruptured within moments. However, before he reached even one-meter mid-air, the tail latched into his waist and dragged him down, burying him out of sight in an instant.

It happened so fast, the others in the area didn't even catch a glimpse at the serpent. The only thing their eyes kept feeding them was a two-meter hole left behind after that deadly and hidden ambush.

The open cross was engulfed in an ever creepier silence. Gulping sounds were heard here and there, as the players were on the verge of a mental breakdown. Their mind and instinct kept clashing for control over their bodies.

to retreat as fast as possible. Meanwhile, their minds refused to disobey

bodies, leaving them unfocused and weakened. They already had a null chance of slaying the serpent with their basic

spectators, waiting

biting her nails while observing this trashy display of skills. In her eyes, there were plenty of ways they

to use a bait to drag the serpent

simply make their front-liner taunt the beast underneath while having

serpent with its top-notch hearing would not miss his voice, and after constant provocative attempts, the serpent

with all of their strongest offensive abilities would

battle could have played out. But those strategies only worked

their own decisions properly? Forget about having synergy with

feeling always gets in the way of her request, thus lowering their strength by at least 60%. This issue only crops up during those kinds of difficult

rather blame

the Terror Serpent wasn't in the mood to entertain her ego, as its preparation for

enlarging within eyesight abruptly stopped, leaving the players worried about this unknown action and the spectators holding their

"It is coming!!!!"

deep down start to coil around itself until it was squeezed into merely one meter and

scales opened up yet again, but this time instead of releasing

Whoosh! Whoosh!...

speed was fast, then its withdrawal

fact that the

shit in front of this raging storm that was traveling 750km/h. Their bodies

a cruel fashion, spraying blood and pieces of flesh in the air just to be obliterated by the storm. As for the rest of the players, their skin was

"Ahh.!..."

moment one of them opened his mouth, trying to scream over this torturous way of dying, sand assaulted the inside of his body through

end, it wouldn't have mattered that much. Sadly, it wasn't even close, as the sand inside his stomach kept trying to withdraw

having a mini storm inside

Oooooh!

while hissing at the sight of that player's guts,