The Cyclops is nothing short of a legendary creature. While it exists in reality, spotting one is nearly impossible due to its rarity.
Its strength and size rival any monster, surpassed only by dragons.
So, what would happen if someone managed to slay such a beast single-handedly?
"Then Iâll be known as the 'Cyclops Slayer'!"
Kaor, already bearing titles like Ogre Slayer and King of Northern Hides, had once felt satisfied with his accolades. But now, as a superhuman, those titles felt insufficient. He craved something more striking, more profound.
The Cyclops was the perfect opportunity to quench that desire. Even if Dragon Slayer was out of reach, Cyclops Slayer seemed achievable.
Kaorâs swords moved with lightning speed, his relentless focus on crippling the Cyclops.
Since becoming a superhuman, his movements had evolved. While they still appeared wild and savage, they now carried a sharpness rivaling even Ghislainâs.
Shhk! Shhk! Shhk! Shhk!
With methodical precision, Kaor continued to strike at the Cyclopsâs ankles. Though it would take time, he was confident he could bring it down.
Those watching Kaorâs steady performance hesitated to intervene.
Gordon turned to Lukas beside him.
"Shouldnât we jump in? He looks like he can handle it, but itâs taking too long."
Lukas frowned. "Itâd be faster if we just killed it together."
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