Reborn As a Pirate - Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Battle Between Beasts!
Seizing the moment while the two beast clashed with titanic fury, Ryan stealthily retreated to a safer vantage point, his heart pounding with the thrill of survival.

“Pah!”

The Female Fire Dragon’s venom-laden tail, armed with lethal spines, lashed viciously at the Red Tyrannosaurus. The impact at the neck, a region already tender from Ryan’s prior assault, turned the flesh an ominous shade of black and purple. Venom seeped into the old wounds, reopening them with ruthless efficiency. The ‘bloody bullet’, Ryan’s fiery offensive from earlier, had primed this moment, and now, the beast’s wounds bled anew, unceasing and profuse.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

A rapid fiery blasts rained down. Ground-bound and without means to retaliate from the air, the Red Tyrannosaurus was overwhelmed. Its previous injuries compounded its misery, each flame bringing unbearable torment. Finally realizing its dire situation, the dinosaur executed a desperate ‘Iron Mountain Lean,’ repelling the relentless dragon before turning to flee, limping heavily.

The Female Fire Dragon pursued for a stretch, marking the Red Tyrannosaurus with further scars, but she didn’t press the attack to a fatal conclusion. Instead, she soared back, alighting atop a massive tree that housed her nest within its ancient boughs.

…

Under the shadowy canopy, Ryan watched the resolution of this draconic duel and the Female Fire Dragon’s retreat to her sanctuary.

“The female fire dragon, so vigilant after laying eggs she trusts not even the male dragon,” Ryan murmured to himself, his voice a whisper among the trees. His mind churned with thoughts of the dragon’s prowess. Despite her apparent postpartum vulnerability, she had effortlessly dispatched the rampaging Tyrannosaurus, a creature in its own right a formidable foe. This stark disparity in strength hinted at the hierarchical chasm within their species.

The male fire dragon leader, a paragon of their kind, loomed large in Ryan’s plans, but today’s revelation reshaped his strategy. The diary had hinted at a fierce partnership between the male and female dragons, a daunting challenge for any intruder. Yet, observing the female’s current state, Ryan deduced that distancing the battleground from her nesting site could prevent her involvement in future confrontations.

“What a fortunate twist,” Ryan thought, a plan slowly forming in his mind as he contemplated the implications of today’s events for his next encounter with the fire dragons.

A wave of relief surged through Ryan as the battlefield dynamics shifted dramatically in his favor, igniting a flicker of joy within him. After all, who could find pleasure in the grim shadow of death if there were any choice in the matter?

Capitalizing on the moment as the dragons engaged in a ferocious confrontation, Ryan deftly withdrew to a safer observation point, his pulse racing with the adrenaline of narrow escape.

“What a serendipitous development,” Ryan contemplated, his mind methodically piecing together a new plan as he pondered the day’s events and their potential influence on his upcoming challenges with the fire dragons.

Deep within the heart of the forest where towering ancient trees stand like sentinels, the dense foliage forces even formidable beasts like the Red Tyrannosaurus to decelerate their normally fearsome pace.

Beneath the towering canopy where the majestic trees clustered thickly, the ground was treacherous and uneven. Even a creature as formidable as the Red Tyrannosaurus found its usual blistering pace hindered by the dense undergrowth.

In a clearing, Ryan stood with an air of serene determination, his eyes fixed on the beast as it lumbered towards him. The mighty dinosaur, scarred from recent skirmishes, was a fearsome sight. Blood dripped from its wounds, mingling with the potent venom of a female fire dragon, which coursed through its veins, sapping its strength.

Despite its weakened condition, the Red Tyrannosaurus was driven by a relentless fury. Normal creatures might have retreated, licking their wounds, but this creature was fueled by rage and memories of a narrow escape from the fire dragon’s clutches. Faced now with Ryan, who seemed insignificant in comparison, the thought of fleeing was intolerable to the beast. It would rather fight than face the humiliation of defeat again.

With a deafening roar that echoed through the forest, the Red Tyrannosaurus entered what seemed like a berserk state. Its muscles bulged, and with a sudden surge, it increased its pace dramatically, shrinking the distance between itself and Ryan rapidly.

Ryan, unfazed, stood his ground. He hefted his great sword over his shoulder, his stance steady as he began to gather his energy, his eyes narrowing in concentration.

Ryan, with an expression of steely calm, observed the behemoth as it lumbered towards him. The Red Tyrannosaurus, wounded from previous skirmishes, was visibly suffering. Blood, dark and thick, oozed from its myriad wounds, mixing with the toxic remnants of a female fire dragon’s venom that sapped its strength and clouded its vision. Under normal circumstances, a creature in such dire straits would retreat, conserving energy for recovery. But this Tyrannosaurus, fueled by a cocktail of pain and rage, driven by an instinct more primal than fear, and haunted by the shame of a previous retreat, charged with renewed ferocity.

With a thunderous roar that echoed through the forest and sent smaller creatures scurrying for cover, the Red Tyrannosaurus entered a frenzied state, its speed surging as it barreled towards Ryan like a crimson comet hurtling through space.

Ryan, unfazed, stood his ground firmly. With a practiced motion, he hoisted his great sword onto his shoulder and began to gather his strength, his eyes fixed on the rapidly closing gap between him and the charging colossus.

To an onlooker from above, this scene would appear a foregone conclusion, the mighty dinosaur about to obliterate the solitary human figure. But Ryan, the eye of this storm, held no such fatalistic view. He knew well that facing a fully fit Red Tyrannosaurus would be foolhardy, but this beast was a shadow of its former self, weakened and vulnerable.

Ryan had no intention of meeting the Tyrannosaurus head-on in brute combat. Instead, as the distance dwindled to a mere three meters, the air around him thrumming with the power of the impending collision, Ryan unleashed his battle cry, “Kill!” This high-spirited war roar, imbued with a fierce spiritual force, disoriented the already staggering beast. The Tyrannosaurus, caught in the grip of inertia, lost what little control it had left, its massive body still hurtling forward but now directionless.

At that critical moment, Ryan executed his [Storm Sword Skill-Broken Wave], a technique he had been charging. The sword, aglow with a silver-blue radiance, sliced through the air, leaving a trail of sparkling ice crystals in its wake, each a tiny sentinel of frost against the backdrop of the forest’s deep green. The sound of the collision, a resonant “Bang!” rang out as sword met skull, not with the chaotic force of raw impact but with the clean, sharp precision of a well-timed strike. The great beast faltered, its colossal frame shuddering under the force of Ryan’s attack.

The fierce recoil surged up the blade, propelling Ryan’s body backward through the air with astonishing force.

On the other side, the Red Tyrannosaurus’s own advance was abruptly arrested. With its head thrown back by the sheer force of the blow, it staggered and ultimately crashed to the forest floor with a thunderous “Bang!”

In the world of battle and valor, such feats, the halting of a colossal beast with a single sword strike, belong solely to the realm of the warrior’s epic.

Ryan, thrust backward by the impact, swiftly recalibrated his stance in mid-air. His boots found purchase on the trunk of a massive tree, which groaned under the sudden weight, fine lines fracturing its bark. Despite the jolt of pain that shot through his body, the flame of combat within Ryan’s eyes blazed ever brighter.

He hastily swallowed the “Pearl of Fertility Powder” concealed in his mouth, then launched himself from the tree with renewed vigor. Sword held aloft, he descended upon the beleaguered tyrant, his blade arcing down with gravity’s aid.

“Bang!”

The sword struck the tyrannosaurus’ skull again, unleashing a formidable force even without the benefit of a full charge. The beast roared in agony, its ability to rise hampered by disorientation and injury.

Ryan landed, the recoil sending the greatsword lifting back toward the sky. He hefted it onto his shoulder, bracing for his next move. Within moments, the “one-and-a-half charge” completed, he unleashed another devastating strike.

“Bang!”

The greatsword came crashing down, its impact resonant, and struck the tyrannosaur’s head with such might that the sound of cracking bone split the air. The once fearsome skull, now weakened by repeated blows, showed spiderweb fractures spreading across its surface.

The creature’s struggle ceased; its body stilled, and after a brief twitch, it lay cold and lifeless.

Ryan exhaled sharply, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Despite the rejuvenating power of the “Pearl of Fertility Powder,” which sped the recovery of his physical strength and mended his wounds, the consecutive forceful strikes had drained him utterly. He lacked even the strength to extricate his sword from the fallen titan and collapsed to one knee, his chest heaving.