I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 97

This time, the giant mineral tribe said nothing, just silently stared at Shi Beng on the ground, its thoughts unknown.

The tremors slowly subsided, dust settled, and on the battlefield only a towering titan and a tiny knight remained.

When all was calm, both sides seemed to reach a tacit understanding and moved at the same time.

The titan’s thick arm swept to its side, smashing into a stone pillar, which collapsed with a roar, sending falling rocks toward Shi Beng.

Shi Beng watched the falling rocks, unhurried, moving to a safe spot among them.

The rocks crashed down around Shi Beng, not harming him at all.

After the rocks landed, Shi Beng used them to leap closer to the titan.

Dust billowed, hiding Shi Beng’s figure; when it cleared, he had vanished.

The titan began searching for Shi Beng, stomping around in vain, unable to find him.

Then, a figure flashed in the sky-Shi Beng leapt from high behind a stone pillar, landing on the titan’s shoulder.

The titan finally noticed and reached for him.

Shi Beng was calm; he conjured a huge stone hammer and swung it at the titan’s head, smashing its jaw sideways.

The titan staggered, its grabbing hand pausing.

Taking advantage, Shi Beng’s arm sprouted countless spikes, stabbing into the seam at the titan’s neck, jamming it tight.

The titan tried to turn its head, but the stone was stuck, and it couldn’t move; its arm flailed helplessly at its shoulder, unable to grab agile Shi Beng.

Shi Beng seized the chance, smashing the titan’s face with several hammer blows, shattering half of it.

The titan finally realized it couldn’t move so wildly; its shoulder shook violently, making Shi Beng crouch in place, unable to swing his hammer.

But the titan’s regeneration seemed weak-the shattered head didn’t heal for a long time.

Shi Beng noticed, abandoned the hammer, and jumped from the titan’s back.

Falling, he conjured a stone spear, stabbing it into the titan’s back and sliding down, carving a deep gash to the thigh.

At the thigh, Shi Beng jumped to the other side, dodging the titan’s predicted stomp.

Then he stabbed the titan’s other heel, conjured a one-handed hammer, and smashed the spear’s base.

With great force, the spear snapped, but its head split the titan’s ankle wide open.

With poor regeneration, the titan began to stagger; Shi Beng quickly retreated, watching the one-legged titan struggle to stand.

The titan tried to brace itself with a stone pillar, but it snapped under the weight, and the titan toppled with a crash.

Dust flew; when it cleared, Shi Beng was already on the fallen titan, starting to dismantle it.

He stabbed a spear into the arm joint, hammered it, and methodically disassembled the titan’s arms, leaving it unable to fight back.

Next were the knees-Shi Beng sealed the joints with stones, then slowly took them apart.

Soon, the titan was like a fish on the chopping block.

Its body writhed in vain, but dismembered, it couldn’t touch Shi Beng, who kept smashing its body.

At last, the titan realized it couldn’t hurt Shi Beng; its body calmed.

Its head slowly lifted, its only remaining eye fixed on Shi Beng, as rainbow light swirled within.

“Not good!”

Mo Ling realized the titan was about to use that rainbow beam again-a move Shi Beng had never seen and couldn’t dodge.

Sure enough, Shi Beng was still dismantling the titan’s body, not noticing the flashing light.

When the light grew dazzling and finally caught Shi Beng’s attention, it was too late-a rainbow beam burst from the titan’s eye, striking Shi Beng on its chest.

Too close,there was no way to dodge.

Mo Ling finally saw it wasn’t rainbow light, but a torrent of gemstone sand.

The jagged gemstone sand spun and rubbed together in the torrent, generating intense heat; the light was the fire from friction.

The extreme heat blasted the gemstone sand outward, with cooled sand recirculated inside to be reheated.

It surged endlessly, forming a high-temperature, rainbow-splashed gemstone wave!

Shi Beng was instantly engulfed and vanished.

But the titan didn’t stop, pouring out the gemstone torrent; endless gemstone sand gushed from its eye.

Mo Ling saw the titan’s-colored patches slowly fade, merging into its body.

Those colored gemstones were the source of the torrent!

As the colors faded, the titan’s body shrank, withered.

When the head’s color was gone, a thin humanoid appeared where the titan’s head had been.

It was also a Basalt Tribe mineral tribe member, but not as black as Shi Beng-grayish, ordinary.

“So, the outer body wasn’t the real one-no wonder its regeneration was so weak!” Mo Ling realized.

The gray mineral tribe member slowly stood, looking at the battlefield where a blackened path had been burned by the gemstone torrent.

Smoke swirled.

Shi Beng was gone, and the path of the torrent was lined with tiny black crystals, still glowing faintly red, smoking in the heat.

The gray mineral tribe member walked forward, his face full of regret, as if disappointed at Shi Beng’s disappearance.

Mo Ling could hardly believe his eyes.

“Regret?”

“He’d almost been killed, yet he felt regret for his enemy?”

Mo Ling checked again-he hadn’t seen wrong.

The gray mineral tribe member reached the spot where Shi Beng vanished, staring at the smoky black crystals with a strange expression.

Then, a red-glowing arm shot from the sand, like molten lava, jet-black but radiating intense heat.

A smoke-shrouded figure leapt out, grabbing the gray mineral tribe member by the throat and lifting him up.

Lava covered the whole body, skin veined with glowing red magma, pulsing like thick blood vessels.

A familiar rough voice came from the molten mouth.

“Basalt, from the volcano.”