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.

instinct kept sending signals to retreat as fast as

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

sitting ducklings in the eyes of the spectators, waiting for their turn

display of skills. In her eyes, there were plenty of

to drag the serpent out

taunt the beast underneath while having every defensive ability on him

not miss his voice, and after constant provocative

the rangers with all of their strongest offensive abilities would have an easy time barraging it

was merely one of the many ways this battle could have played out. But those strategies only worked for

able to control their own decisions properly? Forget about having synergy with

the many weaknesses of Charming Sky's bloodline. The players' gut feeling always gets in the way of her request, thus lowering their strength

to admit it. She would rather

her, the Terror Serpent wasn't in the mood to entertain her

the players worried about this unknown action and the spectators holding their

"It is coming!!!!"

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

scales opened up yet again, but

Whoosh! Whoosh!...

then its withdrawal was

fact that the sand was whirling in the process, creating a

raging storm that was traveling 750km/h. Their bodies were all flung in the air and revolved around the

apart in 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

"Ahh.!..."

torturous way of dying, sand assaulted the inside of his

even close, as the sand

a mini storm inside the body

Oooooh!

drew back while hissing at the sight of that player's guts, exploding akin to eating