But with each refreshment, the distance between me and him became closer and closer. I estimated that in fifteen hours, he'd be able to catch up to me.
Despite knowing this, I didn't feel any pressure at all. In fact, I was looking for the moment that dude would catch up with me.
When that'd happen, I'd give him the surprise and shock of his life. And till then, it was my task to keep pushing forward.
The chase kept going on for long hours as I expected. From time to time, that jerk would say something as if he was mocking me.
Taunting or teasing me wasn't going to work. That stupid one didn't even realise he perfectly fell into my trap. And hearing what he was arrogantly shouting at me made me laugh inwardly on him. But on my face, I still kept a look of seriousness.
The enemies started to look harder to kill. The percentage of the armoured worms was growing exponentially with every hundred miles I passed through. And that told me that this jerk was getting closer.
