Reincarnated As A Wolf With Cheats

Chapter 450: Shin Vs Elder Ros [1]

Elder Ros's throat constricted, his mouth going dry as he stared in disbelief at the transformed Shin. A wave of inexplicable dread washed over him, sending shivers down his spine. How could this be? Shin's level should have rendered him insignificant, a mere ant in comparison to Ros's own power. 

And yet, the aura emanating from Shin's body was anything but ordinary—it was bone-chilling, filled with an unfathomable darkness that sent a cold, prickling sensation creeping up Ros's skin. As he gazed upon Shin, Elder Ros felt a growing unease gnawing at his core. It was as if the very essence of fear had taken shape and materialized before him. 

Every fiber of his being screamed at him to retreat, to flee from the presence that now stood before him. But the fear that gripped Ros was not the fear of a weaker opponent; it was the fear of something far more sinister and powerful.

Elder Ros took a moment to calm himself, forcing a facade of composed amusement to mask the lingering unease within. He cast a derisive glance at Shin, unable to contain his mocking laughter. "Hahahahahaha! You, threaten me? The audacity! That has to be the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life," he taunted, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and disdain.

"And let's not forget, my dear Shin, that you are powerless here. None of your precious skills will be of any use."

While the echoes of his laughter filled the air, Elder Ros attempted to dismiss the inexplicable fear that had gripped him just moments ago. He wanted to belittle Shin, to diminish his significance in the face of his own perceived superiority. Yet, despite his efforts to feign confidence, a flicker of uncertainty lingered in the depths of his eyes.

"I'm quite the humorous person," Shin nodded, his voice taking on a chilling calmness. "But right now, I'm deadly serious. And.."

Before Shin could even finish his sentence, a sudden gust of wind swirled around Elder Ros, whispering of impending doom. In an instant, a devastating impact struck Ros's abdomen with brutal force, stealing his breath away. The taste of copper flooded his mouth as he instinctively spat out the sweet, metallic tang of his own blood.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked down at his abdomen, where a gaping hole had formed. Blood seeped from the wound, staining his robes a dark, ominous shade. Agonizing pain coursed through his body, causing his muscles to spasm and his vision to blur.

Elder Ros's once-proud eyes now turned bloodshot, filled with a mixture of shock and seething rage. The wound may not have pierced his vital organs, but the pain was excruciating, a persistent reminder of his vulnerability. Each breath became a struggle as he fought to regain control over his shattered composure.

The taste of blood lingered on his tongue, a bitter reminder of his mortality. He desperately tried to swallow the crimson liquid, but it only intensified the sickening sensation in his throat. Despite the searing pain and the metallic tang assaulting his senses, Ros couldn't tear his gaze away from the hole in his abdomen.

The wound pulsed with a malicious energy, taunting him with its malevolence. Every beat of his heart sent waves of torment through his body, exacerbating his suffering. 

As the searing pain persisted, Elder Ros's bloodshot eyes met Shin's cold and unwavering gaze. The transformed Shin stood before him, an embodiment of power and merciless resolve. In that moment, Ros knew that his arrogance and underestimation had sealed his fate.

Elder Ros quickly took two steps back, a mixture of fear and anger etched across his face.

"...I don't need my skills to defeat a coward like you," Shin said with an air of indifference, his voice laced with quiet confidence.

Ros scoffed, trying to regain his composure. "You! I haven't even activated my Armor Tail! You cannot even scratch on me!"

A sly grin tugged at the corners of Shin's lips. "Oh, really? Well then, I would love to see this form of yours."

With those words, a surge of anticipation filled the air. Ros's arrogance wavered for a brief moment as doubt gnawed at the edges of his confidence. Deep down, he couldn't deny the intrigue sparked by Shin's nonchalant challenge.

The elder's muscles tensed as he activated his special ability, causing his body to shimmer with an otherworldly aura.

Suddenly, four majestic tails emerged from behind Elder Ros, their snowy white fur shimmering with an ethereal glow. They swayed with a mesmerizing elegance, signifying the immense strength that Ros possessed. Simultaneously, an armor of pure white enveloped his body, radiating an otherworldly brilliance. The intricate designs etched onto the armor seemed to pulse with ancient energy, amplifying Ros's formidable presence.

With a smirk of confidence, Elder Ros believed himself to be invincible with the power of the Armor Tail coursing through him. He prepared to unleash his enhanced abilities upon Shin, convinced of his impending victory.

But Shin was undeterred by Ros's display of power. He knew that victory would not be determined by raw strength alone. His eyes flashed with a fierce determination as he assessed his opponent, seeking out any weaknesses.

Just as Elder Ros was about to speak, a sudden explosive impact reverberated through the air. Shin's palm collided forcefully with Ros's armored body, causing a visceral shockwave to ripple across the battlefield. The sheer force of the blow sent Ros staggering backward, his breath catching in his throat as blood sprayed from his mouth, staining the pristine white armor.

As the crimson droplets mingled with the dust, a small crack appeared on the once impenetrable armor, revealing the vulnerability that lay beneath its majestic facade. 

Elder Ros's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and determination. His initial arrogance had been shattered, replaced by a newfound seriousness that flashed through his gaze. He clenched his teeth, refusing to succumb to pain or despair. It was evident that his cherished armor held less power against Shin's relentless bombardment than he had presumed.

Blood trickling down his chin, Ros wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing the crimson stain across his face.