Chapter 1939: A petty trick
"Huh?"
When Atticus turned around, he saw a cold glint coming straight at him.
The speed was astonishing, and a faint bloody scent could be detected in the air.
The person behind the attack was none other than Titus!
After being pinned to the tree, Titus struggled in vain. Finally, he grabbed the spear shaft with both hands and pulled his body forward about half a meter.
When he got close to Atticus, he thrust a palm at Atticus's neck.
His sharp nails were like steel blades, with a strikingly high level of lethality.
"A petty trick!"
In response to the sudden attack, Atticus coldly snorted and didn't take it seriously at all. He counterattacked with a punch.
"Bang!"
There was a loud explosion.
Titus's attack cut through Atticus's protective inner energy, and with it, his entire wrist was severed on the spot.
Blood spurted out instantly.
"Ah!"
Staring at his severed hand that fell to the ground, Atticus was momentarily stunned before letting out a chilling scream.
He never dreamt that Titus's nails were so sharp, almost like divine weapons, easily breaking through his protective inner energy.
"My hand! My hand!"
Atticus held his bleeding stump, shocked and angry, but more so, panicking.
He had thought that subduing Titus would be easy, but to his surprise, their confrontation resulted in his own hand being severed like tofu.
This sudden shock left him disoriented.
"Roar!"
Without giving Atticus any time to react, Titus swung his sharp claws again, cutting the spear shaft and breaking free from his restraints.
Then, roaring and howling, he charged at Atticus once more.
"Don't... don't come any closer! Get away!"
Atticus, terrified, lost his composure and turned to flee.
Faced with the extreme pain and the sight of his severed hand, he had no courage left for a stand-off.
Under the excruciating pain, his first instinct was to escape.
He regretted boasting earlier and should have simply killed Titus with a single spear thrust to avoid this.
Who would have expected that this guy, in his madness, would have no sense of pain and would be willing to fight to the death?
It was truly terrifying!
"Roar!"
Seeing Atticus running away, Titus naturally didn't let him go. He continued to roar and chase after him.
"Someone! Quickly stop this madman!"
Titus yelled as he ran, occasionally looking back.
Soon, he was horrified to find that Titus was faster than him, charging like a tank.
Wherever he passed, he left a trail of destruction.
Seeing this menacing scene, who would dare to intercept him?
People scattered in all directions, afraid of becoming collateral damage.
"Save me! Someone, please save me!"
As he felt Titus closing in, Atticus screamed in terror, his appearance disheveled.
"Ssshh!"
At this moment, Titus had already caught up and, in one swift motion, slashed Atticus's clothes. Deep bloodstains marked Atticus's back.
"Ah!"
Atticus screamed in agony once more.
Due to inertia, he stumbled and fell to the ground, covered in dirt and humiliation.
"Roar!"
Titus showed no mercy, pouncing on Atticus like a wild beast. He aimed his sharp fangs at Atticus's neck.
Atticus instinctively reached out to block the attack, but Titus bit down on his arm, tearing off a large chunk of flesh.
Atticus's face contorted in pain, and his cries echoed through the night.
At this point, he had been reduced to a horrifying appearance, filled with terror as he struggled desperately to fend off Titus's attacks.
Just as Atticus was on the brink of being torn to shreds, a figure suddenly appeared, seizing Titus by the throat and flinging him away like a sandbag, causing him to crash into a large tree.
The person who intervened was none other than Dustin!
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
Atticus lay on the ground, frantically flailing his arms and legs, appearing extremely panicked. It wasn't until he realized that there was no one on top of him that he finally reacted.
As he stared, he saw Titus lying on the ground about ten meters away, with a stranger standing next to him.
"Can you still stand? If you can, stay away."
Dustin spoke in a calm tone but kept a sharp gaze fixed on Titus.
He had observed the situation closely and understood that Titus was no ordinary madman. His speed, strength, defense, and even his regenerative abilities had all been greatly enhanced. His limbs, skin, and senses had all undergone various degrees of transformation. At this moment, there was nothing human left in him.
"Damn it! Why didn't you act sooner? Don't you know I almost died just now?"
After regaining his senses, Atticus's first reaction was not gratitude, but anger and accusations.
"Huh?"
Dustin furrowed his brow slightly, looking down at the man lying on the ground and showing some confusion. "What did you just say?"
"I said you almost killed me!" Atticus yelled, not expressing any gratitude. "If it weren't for you being so slow to act, I wouldn't have suffered such severe injuries. Look at all this blood, it's all your fault!"
"Are you out of your mind? I saved your life, and you're blaming me?" Dustin's face turned cold.
He had never encountered such a repugnant person, someone who not only didn't know how to show gratitude but also turned the situation around and blamed him for his actions.
"What's wrong with blaming you? Did I say something wrong?" Atticus shouted angrily. "You clearly had the ability to intervene earlier and save me from this severe injury, but you chose to wait until I was already gravely wounded to show your benevolence. Your actions were clearly malicious!"
"You have a problem with your brain? I saved your life, and you're turning it around to accuse me?" Dustin couldn't believe the ingratitude he was witnessing.
Atticus's ungratefulness was beyond his comprehension. He had not only failed to show any gratitude but had also accused him of malicious intent.
"What are you mumbling about? Did I say something wrong?" Atticus was full of anger and vented it all at Dustin. "You clearly had the ability to intervene and save me earlier, but you waited until I was gravely injured to show your kindness. Your actions were clearly malicious!"
Hearing this, Dustin couldn't help but burst into laughter.
This kind of person, who repaid kindness with ingratitude, was truly disgusting. Not only did he fail to repay his debt, but he also turned around and accused the person who saved him.
"What's the matter? Why aren't you saying anything now? Are you feeling guilty because I've exposed your ugly actions?" Atticus sneered.
"Yes, yes, you've exposed my ugly actions. Now deal with the person in front of you," Dustin replied, rolling his eyes.
At this moment, Titus had already stood up again, and his pitch-black eyes were fixed on Atticus with a fierce expression.