Chapter 132 Cutting Assistant
Ming quickly evaded to the right as the colossal crab claw whizzed past him, colliding with the psychic stone and producing a resounding crack.
For a moment, he was stunned by the sheer force of the attack, but he soon regained his composure and evaded again as the crab claw struck the crack, causing several small fragments of the psychic stone to tumble off.
This was fantastic!
He had acquired a valuable ally in his quest to extract the psychic stones. Good fortune seemed to smile upon him, rewarding his good deeds with a helper that possessed the strength he needed.
As he deftly dodged the crab's attacks, he realized that the 5-meter-tall creature was a Portunus. Normally, adult Portunus grew up to 1 meter in length, but through mutation, their size had increased dramatically, especially their two massive and sturdy claws, which were ideal for smashing open stones.
[The Coconut King of Desert Island]
[One-star King-level BOSS]
[Health: 30000]
[Physique: 300]
[Strength: 600]
[Agility: 200]
[Spirit: 11]
[Exclusive Talent: Giant Claws, with a 50% chance of triggering double critical damage, 25% chance of triggering triple critical damage, and a 10% chance of triggering quadruple critical damage with each claw strike]
[Exclusive Talent: Golden Armor, the hard shell can reduce physical damage by 50%]
[Exclusive Talent: Giant Statue]
[Exclusive Talent: Fatal Kill]
[Weakness: Not highly intelligent, the abdomen is unarmored and vulnerable...]
"This time, the weak point detection is quite accurate," Ming thought to himself.
Ming's smile widened, as it was widely known that this king-level Portunus had a remarkable strength of 600 points, making it the strongest he had ever encountered in the Doomsday game. He couldn't believe it. The Portunus' agility attribute only had 200 points, so he was easily able to evade its attacks.
Ka!ka
The Portunus' powerful claws struck the psychic giant stone again, causing several pieces to shatter. And the Portunus was a reliable helper who chased Ming around the psychic stone.
"Come and catch me !" The King-level swimming crab pursued its prey with a toothy grin, around the psychic stone.
Your frogs watched from a safe distance as you and the swimming crab circled the stone, admiring your bravery as you waited for the swimming crab's claws to strike before deftly dodging out of harm's way.
"Da Vinci and Foodie left, with Foodie looking back at you and urging you to take good care of the swimming crab and avoid damaging its claws, or it couldn't be roasted."
Crack!
The swimming crab landed another critical hit, causing even more fragments to break off of the psychic giant stone.
"Keep it coming!" Ming exclaimed, effortlessly collecting pieces as he continued to circle the stone. "Thank you, swimming crab."
Alan tied the two puppets with ropes and began dragging them towards the island, regretting his decision to become a puppeteer. The puppets did little for his combat power, and now he had two additional burdens. Despite dressing them up so nicely, they were now only able to serve as eye candy.
Upon arriving on the island, he was surprised to see a psychic stone weighing at least ten pounds. He bent down to collect it and found that there were even more scattered around.
"This is unexpected," he muttered to himself.
Half an hour later, Alan had amassed hundreds of pounds of psychic stones, and the earlier psychological damage caused by the two puppets had been forgotten. Feeling a bit tired, he took out a picnic mat and lay it on the ground. He grinned as he watched the two puppets spin around and perform acrobatics at his command.
"Sit down!" The two previously quiet puppets, one began spinning in place and the other started doing a handstand.
"Damn it!" Alan shook his head helplessly and grabbed some food, placed it on the picnic mat, tore off beef jerky, and drank a glass of plum juice. As he watched the puppets continue to perform, he realized that they could serve as entertainment for him.
Meanwhile, Ruby crouched in the deep grass with his companion, surveying the area ahead of them. "Did you see that? There are three people over there, one man and two women," he whispered, eyeing their potential targets. "Let's kill the man. Not only will those psychic stones be ours, but those two women will be ours too~ hehe."
Mark looked over and tapped his companion's head. "That's a puppeteer, and those two standing next to him are his zombie puppets."
"A puppeteer?" Ruby took out her binoculars and felt embarrassed when she realized that the "women" were actually puppets. "Then let's kill him and take the psychic stones."
"Let's not be hasty. I've seen puppeteers kill before. They simply stand behind and direct their puppets to attack like mad dogs," Mark warned, observing the weak-looking man who stood up and rubbed his waist.
"See, he's vulnerable. Killing him would be easy."Ruby reached for his long knife.
"We must not underestimate any puppeteers."
"We've already combed through half the island, and these psychic stones are the only valuable things we've found. If we return without them, we'll only have coconuts to show for our efforts. " Ruby fretted.
"Be patient, let's wait a little longer," Mark advised. They continued to crouch in the tall grass, observing the lone man on the island. He laid out a picnic mat and set out a feast, leisurely enjoying his meal while his two puppets performed impressive acrobatics.
Ruby and Mark were surprised by the puppeteer's skillful control over his puppets, and how he was able to appear so relaxed while doing so.
"This puppeteer is no ordinary person. He has complete control over his puppets and is very calm. Most people would struggle to pull that off," Mark noted.
"Damn it! Why do we always end up facing tough opponents whenever we go out? What do we do now? Are we really going to return with only coconuts today?" Ruby complained.
"Don't be foolish. Do you want to risk your life here, or return to the Count and face whipping punishment? The choice is obvious," Mark chided him.
"Of course, I choose to go back and face the whip punishment," Ruby replied with a sigh.
"Then let's go. We still have half of the island left to search for. Maybe we'll find something else of value," Mark suggested. They rose from their hiding spot and resumed their search, determined to continue their mission.
After a grueling half-hour of hard work, Ming perches atop the colossal spiritual stone, admiring his handiwork. Although the crab model worker has reduced the towering stone to tiny pieces, it remains ferocious as long as it has its two pincers ready to bite.
Ming stands up and swiftly dodges to the side as the spiritual stone splits in two, with the crab hot on his heels. Despite his progress, he frets about the damage that the crab's pincers might have sustained from all the cutting and smashing. He worries that if they were damaged, he would be left with a massive piece of leftover stone.
Crack!
The crab's pincer slams down, narrowly missing Ming as he rolls to the side. The pincer swipes again, and he continues to roll and dodge around the spiritual stone. Relieved that the crab's pincers remain intact, Ming resumes his work with renewed enthusiasm.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the small island, Ruby and Mark trudge forward, clambering over a patch of low-lying woods. Suddenly, they hear a loud noise ahead and exchange a knowing look. Drawing their long knives, they charge towards the source of the commotion.
For a moment, he was stunned by the sheer force of the attack, but he soon regained his composure and evaded again as the crab claw struck the crack, causing several small fragments of the psychic stone to tumble off.
This was fantastic!
He had acquired a valuable ally in his quest to extract the psychic stones. Good fortune seemed to smile upon him, rewarding his good deeds with a helper that possessed the strength he needed.
As he deftly dodged the crab's attacks, he realized that the 5-meter-tall creature was a Portunus. Normally, adult Portunus grew up to 1 meter in length, but through mutation, their size had increased dramatically, especially their two massive and sturdy claws, which were ideal for smashing open stones.
[The Coconut King of Desert Island]
[One-star King-level BOSS]
[Health: 30000]
[Physique: 300]
[Strength: 600]
[Agility: 200]
[Spirit: 11]
[Exclusive Talent: Giant Claws, with a 50% chance of triggering double critical damage, 25% chance of triggering triple critical damage, and a 10% chance of triggering quadruple critical damage with each claw strike]
[Exclusive Talent: Golden Armor, the hard shell can reduce physical damage by 50%]
[Exclusive Talent: Giant Statue]
[Exclusive Talent: Fatal Kill]
[Weakness: Not highly intelligent, the abdomen is unarmored and vulnerable...]
"This time, the weak point detection is quite accurate," Ming thought to himself.
Ming's smile widened, as it was widely known that this king-level Portunus had a remarkable strength of 600 points, making it the strongest he had ever encountered in the Doomsday game. He couldn't believe it. The Portunus' agility attribute only had 200 points, so he was easily able to evade its attacks.
Ka!ka
The Portunus' powerful claws struck the psychic giant stone again, causing several pieces to shatter. And the Portunus was a reliable helper who chased Ming around the psychic stone.
"Come and catch me !" The King-level swimming crab pursued its prey with a toothy grin, around the psychic stone.
Your frogs watched from a safe distance as you and the swimming crab circled the stone, admiring your bravery as you waited for the swimming crab's claws to strike before deftly dodging out of harm's way.
"Da Vinci and Foodie left, with Foodie looking back at you and urging you to take good care of the swimming crab and avoid damaging its claws, or it couldn't be roasted."
Crack!
The swimming crab landed another critical hit, causing even more fragments to break off of the psychic giant stone.
"Keep it coming!" Ming exclaimed, effortlessly collecting pieces as he continued to circle the stone. "Thank you, swimming crab."
Alan tied the two puppets with ropes and began dragging them towards the island, regretting his decision to become a puppeteer. The puppets did little for his combat power, and now he had two additional burdens. Despite dressing them up so nicely, they were now only able to serve as eye candy.
Upon arriving on the island, he was surprised to see a psychic stone weighing at least ten pounds. He bent down to collect it and found that there were even more scattered around.
"This is unexpected," he muttered to himself.
Half an hour later, Alan had amassed hundreds of pounds of psychic stones, and the earlier psychological damage caused by the two puppets had been forgotten. Feeling a bit tired, he took out a picnic mat and lay it on the ground. He grinned as he watched the two puppets spin around and perform acrobatics at his command.
"Sit down!" The two previously quiet puppets, one began spinning in place and the other started doing a handstand.
"Damn it!" Alan shook his head helplessly and grabbed some food, placed it on the picnic mat, tore off beef jerky, and drank a glass of plum juice. As he watched the puppets continue to perform, he realized that they could serve as entertainment for him.
Meanwhile, Ruby crouched in the deep grass with his companion, surveying the area ahead of them. "Did you see that? There are three people over there, one man and two women," he whispered, eyeing their potential targets. "Let's kill the man. Not only will those psychic stones be ours, but those two women will be ours too~ hehe."
Mark looked over and tapped his companion's head. "That's a puppeteer, and those two standing next to him are his zombie puppets."
"A puppeteer?" Ruby took out her binoculars and felt embarrassed when she realized that the "women" were actually puppets. "Then let's kill him and take the psychic stones."
"Let's not be hasty. I've seen puppeteers kill before. They simply stand behind and direct their puppets to attack like mad dogs," Mark warned, observing the weak-looking man who stood up and rubbed his waist.
"See, he's vulnerable. Killing him would be easy."Ruby reached for his long knife.
"We must not underestimate any puppeteers."
"We've already combed through half the island, and these psychic stones are the only valuable things we've found. If we return without them, we'll only have coconuts to show for our efforts. " Ruby fretted.
"Be patient, let's wait a little longer," Mark advised. They continued to crouch in the tall grass, observing the lone man on the island. He laid out a picnic mat and set out a feast, leisurely enjoying his meal while his two puppets performed impressive acrobatics.
Ruby and Mark were surprised by the puppeteer's skillful control over his puppets, and how he was able to appear so relaxed while doing so.
"This puppeteer is no ordinary person. He has complete control over his puppets and is very calm. Most people would struggle to pull that off," Mark noted.
"Damn it! Why do we always end up facing tough opponents whenever we go out? What do we do now? Are we really going to return with only coconuts today?" Ruby complained.
"Don't be foolish. Do you want to risk your life here, or return to the Count and face whipping punishment? The choice is obvious," Mark chided him.
"Of course, I choose to go back and face the whip punishment," Ruby replied with a sigh.
"Then let's go. We still have half of the island left to search for. Maybe we'll find something else of value," Mark suggested. They rose from their hiding spot and resumed their search, determined to continue their mission.
After a grueling half-hour of hard work, Ming perches atop the colossal spiritual stone, admiring his handiwork. Although the crab model worker has reduced the towering stone to tiny pieces, it remains ferocious as long as it has its two pincers ready to bite.
Ming stands up and swiftly dodges to the side as the spiritual stone splits in two, with the crab hot on his heels. Despite his progress, he frets about the damage that the crab's pincers might have sustained from all the cutting and smashing. He worries that if they were damaged, he would be left with a massive piece of leftover stone.
Crack!
The crab's pincer slams down, narrowly missing Ming as he rolls to the side. The pincer swipes again, and he continues to roll and dodge around the spiritual stone. Relieved that the crab's pincers remain intact, Ming resumes his work with renewed enthusiasm.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the small island, Ruby and Mark trudge forward, clambering over a patch of low-lying woods. Suddenly, they hear a loud noise ahead and exchange a knowing look. Drawing their long knives, they charge towards the source of the commotion.
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