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Jack landed with a posture that was anything but clumsy; in fact, it looked somewhat cool. At the moment he touched down, I saw the tail, thick as a baton, that was wrapped around his waist spring away like a released spring. It didn’t retract but bounced a few times on the ground, resembling a snake that had lost its head.
At that moment, I realized it had indeed been severed; Jack had cut off that long tail.
A surge of joy filled me, knowing that Jack was at least temporarily out of danger.
I rushed forward with considerable speed, but I had started too late. In terms of modern parenting advice, I was losing at the starting line. Moreover, the chaos ahead was not as slow as I had described; it could only be characterized as fleeting. It was as if the moment Jack was pulled from the ground, he didn’t linger in the air but almost instantly switched places with the Blood-Eyed Monster, landing on the ground while the Blood-Eyed Monster jumped up in pain.
At this moment, although I was desperately charging toward the battlefield, I was still outside the fray, my greatest contribution likely being illumination.
Just like my two crazy fighters, their battle was over in an instant. For now, at least in my eyes, Jack seemed like a madman.
As Jack landed, he stepped on that tail still thrashing on the ground and charged toward the nearby Blood-Eyed Monster. It seemed that cutting off his opponent's tail had boosted Jack’s confidence; as he made his final charge, a roar erupted from his throat.
Just as Jack was about to collide with the Blood-Eyed Monster, there came the sound of a military dagger hitting the ground. At the same time, I saw Jack stagger as if he had been struck hard and leaned to one side. However, he didn’t lose his fighting spirit; he rolled twice on the ground and sprang back up. I noticed one of his arms trembling slightly—the one that had been holding the military dagger.
My flashlight’s primary function was to illuminate the target of attack—the Blood-Eyed Monster. I couldn’t afford to focus my flashlight and energy more on Jack. In that instant when Jack was knocked back, the blood-eyed creature landed from its leap. Simultaneously, a severed tail swung into view before its eyes.
The severed part of the Blood-Eyed Monster's tail, cut off by Jack, was quite long, coiling several times on the ground. However, the remaining section was clearly visible under my flashlight, and it was the first time I had looked at this thing so closely.
The tail was not completely bare; it had short fur. This was probably the only place where the Blood-Eyed Monster had any hair. The severed end was oozing green blood, with a thick, pungent smell that filled the air, though not much was flowing out.
The remaining tail measured just over three meters, indicating that Jack's strike had taken off a significant portion of it. As a result, many of its terrifying abilities were rendered ineffective. For instance, its ability to attack without a trace relied entirely on its long tail.
Looking at the tail that remained with only a tip left, I noticed an expression on the Blood-Eyed Monster's face. I assumed it was an expression of rage. Its slightly protruding mouth opened wide, revealing all its teeth as it emitted short, sharp sounds from its throat. The Crimson Eyes glowed with a blood-red light in response to the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight, likely fueled by anger; clearly, Jack had provoked it.
Jack seemed equally stimulated, fearlessly charging toward the creature with its blood-red gaze.
The Blood-Eyed Monster moved with even greater agility, extending its two claws that gleamed with a black sheen. Standing upright, it towered over Jack, its forelimbs resembling those of a gibbon. It was evident that Jack was about to be brutally overpowered.
My heart raced in desperation; I couldn't believe Jack would act this recklessly. Had I known he would behave this way, I wouldn't have stayed with him. If he went to his death like this, I would be left alone to face a similar fate.
But there was no time for regrets or even to turn back for my gun. My only chance lay in taking advantage of the brief moment while Jack distracted it to swiftly strike down this monster. As for Jack, he could only hope for his own survival.
Jack's encounter with the Blood-Eyed Monster was a flash of lightning, a brief moment before they separated. Jack must have been hit, as his feet left the ground and he flew backward.
I was still desperately charging forward, and by the time I realized what was happening, Jack was right in front of me. There was no time to react; we collided heavily. I felt as if my heart stopped for an instant. Jack's weight and the force of his backward flight overwhelmed me, and I was knocked down hard onto the ground.
There was no way to adjust my position in time; it felt like my head hit the ground first, followed by my bare back sliding across the rough surface while Jack landed on top of me. I had become a makeshift shield.
It was a miracle that I wasn't killed in that fall. Losing consciousness in front of a Staring Like a Hawk monster would have been a misfortune. Although I remained conscious, the impact of my head hitting the rocky ground left my reactions sluggish.
I pushed against Jack, who lay on top of me, but he didn’t budge. Instead, my hands were covered in something sticky. The One-Eyed Beast Flashlight strapped to my waist hadn’t flown away; it was resilient and still emitted a bright white light beside me.
The flashlight wasn’t shining directly at me, but the reflected light revealed that my hands were covered in blood—Jack’s blood, bright red. I knew Jack was finished, even though his body hadn’t yet grown cold.
I worried that he might have died in my grasp; my dagger was missing. I couldn’t recall whether it had pierced his back when we collided, which seemed likely since I hadn’t made any attempt to dodge.
I groped around within reach but found neither my dagger nor the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight.
If he dies by my dagger, it could be considered manslaughter. Perhaps he was already killed by the Blood-Eyed Monster in that fleeting moment ahead. I comforted myself in a daze.
I dropped the dagger, my mind clouded; I no longer had the strength to fight the Blood-Eyed Monster. I retreated back to the fire, where two automatic weapons lay. I hoped this creature didn’t like fire.
Aside from my head feeling dizzy, the rest of my body wasn’t too badly injured, but no matter how hard I pushed, I couldn’t budge Jack off me.
It felt just like being pressed down by a ghost. I cursed under my breath and wriggled backward like a worm. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my back, making me break out in a sweat. It seemed I wasn’t unscathed; my back was probably scraped raw by the rough ground.
Pain can be a stimulus, jolting my mind back to clarity.
I couldn’t reach the flashlight, but I could feel the rope tied to it. Grabbing the rope, I yanked it.
Clang! The metal exterior of the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight rolled across the rocky ground with a crisp sound. With that noise, my heart began to race with anxiety. (To Be Continued...)
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