Lords Survival: I Summoned A World Tree First But Why Is It Different! Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Last Struggle

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Just a moment ago, Luis and the World Tree were completely convinced that the Rampage Bull was breathing its last. The massive red beast was staggering, barely holding itself upright, covered in deep wounds and dripping blood all over the dry soil. Its head hung low, its breathing was ragged and shallow, and every movement looked slow, painful, and desperate. It seemed like the slightest gust of wind would be enough to knock it over and finish it off. Even the Sand Boar, its mighty opponent, clearly thought the exact same thing. The Boar stood tall and proud, its small eyes gleaming with triumph and arrogance. It knew it had won. It knew the Bull was done for. There was no more danger, no more threat, no more struggle. It moved closer and closer to the fallen enemy, walking slowly, leisurely, completely without alertness or caution. It was strutting forward as if approaching a pile of meat that was already lying on a platter, ready to be eaten. It was only about a meter away from the exhausted Bull, close enough to strike the final blow, close enough to tear the throat out and end everything. Suddenly! The Bull, which had looked like a heavy, lifeless lump of meat just a second ago, snapped its head up violently. Its eyes, which had been dim and glazed over with fatigue, opened wide, revealing irises burning with a terrifying, bloody red color, filled with nothing but pure savagery, hatred, and killing intent. ROOOOAR!!! A short, explosive roar tore from its throat. Before anyone could react, before the Sand Boar could even twitch an ear or change its expression, the Bull pushed its body off the ground with every single ounce of strength it had left in its muscles, every drop, every fiber, every last reserve. It launched itself forward like a red cannonball, shooting straight at the Boar, its three sharp, deadly horns pointed directly at the opponent's chest! It was a suicide charge. A do-or-die attack. Everything was risked on this single strike. The Sand Boar was completely caught off guard. Its brain screamed at it to back away, to jump back, to turn around, to do anything to escape. But it was too late. It had been too confident, too close, too relaxed. The distance of one meter was nothing for a charging beast that had given up everything for speed. SCHLIK! A wet, tearing sound echoed through the clearing. The three horns didn't hit the vital spot, the heart or the chest, because the Boar had managed to twist its body slightly at the very last split second. But the left front leg of the massive creature was caught completely. The sharp horns pierced straight through the thick skin, the tough muscle, and buried themselves deep into the bone, coming right out the other side. If the Boar had been just a fraction slower, or if it hadn't twisted away, those horns would have gone straight through its torso and pierced its heart. The outcome of the entire battle would have been reversed instantly. From their hiding spot behind the ancient tree, Luis was staring with his mouth wide open, cold sweat breaking out all over his body. He was trembling slightly from the shock. "It was faking it?! It was pretending to be weak the whole time!?" Luis whispered harshly, his voice full of disbelief and lingering fear. "Damn! Damn it! These monsters they aren't just mindless beasts! They are cunning! They know how to fight! They know how to trick their enemies! They are not that stupid at all!" A cold chill ran down his spine as he thought back to his own plan from earlier. He had thought that once the fight was over, or once one of them fell, he would just walk out and take whatever was left. He thought they were just going to be helpless piles of meat waiting for him. If I had gone out earlier, if I had stepped out there thinking it was safe, Luis swallowed hard, feeling his shirt stick to his back with cold sweat. That Bull would have charged at me just like that. Or the Boar would have trampled m