NOVEL NEXT Chapter 137
I sliced through the Pig Clan and quickly scanned the battlefield. What I saw were other Pig Clan members and one that looked like their leader. And a battered female warrior.
A woman, huh?
Was she holding her ground alone?
She had long, glossy brown hair tied into a ponytail. Her clothes were soiled with blood and dirt, yet they still looked quite luxurious.
Which martial arts clan’s daughter could she be?
But her torn clothes revealed her skin.
Her figure was undoubtedly that of an attractive woman.
“Who are you?!”
The leader of the Pig Clan shouted, and oddly enough, he was wielding a pitchfork. Could this brat really be the famous Jeopalgi?
No way.
Some Pig Clan members use pitchforks to imitate Jeopalgi. This guy must be one of those.
“Geunhyeop! He looks like the boss!”
“Be careful!”
Immediately, Serin and Miho Yo moved to my side, forming a line. Hayoung positioned herself behind us, ready to support.
But before that…
“Hey! Hurry this way!”
“Ah… uh? Aren’t you the Jade Flower Sword? And the Fiery Lotus too?”
As I shouted, the woman turned to me, looking shocked.
“What?”
Do we know each other?
“Twin Blossom? Twin Blossom, why are you here?”
“What? There’s a Twin Blossom?”
Twin Blossom, huh?
“Who are you? Okay, forget it! Later! You, Twin Blossom! Get over here! You’ll die if you stay there!”
“Ah! Yes! Th-thank you!”
With a name like Twin Blossom, which sounds like a curse, the woman quickly dashed toward us.
“Where do you think you’re running? Attack!”
“Qweeek!”
The Pig Clan leader shouted.
Right after, the Pig Clan members charged at us, brandishing their Moonblades.
“That guy is Donmu, the Pig Clan leader! He’s strong enough to face several martial artists, so be careful!”
“Thanks for the info!”
Now that an outsider has shown up, Miho Yo’s magic can’t be used.
But who are we? A perfect combination of tank, melee, and ranged. There’s no way a squad made purely of melee fighters from the Pig Clan can defeat us.
—Pah!
Hayoung pulled a talisman from her pocket and threw it into the sky. It ignited and headed straight for the charging Pig Clan members.
“It’s a spell!”
“Dodge!”
“Qweeek!”
The Pig Clan members still couldn’t properly react to this technique.
“Hahahah! I’ll grill you all! You piggy bastards!”
Hayoung raised her hands and unleashed a barrage of fireballs.
—Boom!
“Qweeek!”
“Qwik!”
The Pig Clan members rolled on the ground, their bodies on fire. Some stubborn ones kept rolling, but most dropped their Moonblades and screamed as they caught fire.
“My goodness! This can’t be! Fiery Lotus! How could that happen?”
Twin Blossom shouted in shock, but that’s not the important part right now.
“Geunhyeop. I’ll take care of Donmu. You finish off the Pig Clan members and join me!”
“Got it! Miho Yo! Let’s go!”
The three of us lunged forward simultaneously. Serin rushed at Donmu while I and Miho Yo flanked the struggling Pig Clan members.
“Gotcha!”
But in the middle of it all, Donmu swung his pitchfork to hinder Miho Yo. The long weapon boasted overwhelming destructive power as it came down.
“Ugh!”
Miho Yo dodged, but the energy contained in the pitchfork injured her a bit, causing blood to trickle from her mouth. I quickly moved to catch Miho Yo as she was sent flying to the side.
“Serin! Keep going! I’ll handle her!”
“Understood!”
“Miho Yo! Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, cough!”
It seems she’s not heavily injured.
“How does Donmu’s strength measure up?”
“…If it’s a one-on-one match, I might lose,”
Miho Yo, having been beaten earlier, isn’t at full strength. More accurately, she seems to be in a recovery state and has lost some levels.
Regardless, at her best, Miho Yo would be a formidable demon that we would have to face together to take down. The fact that she’s unsure about a one-on-one match says a lot.
We’ll assume her tier is high.
In other words, Serin alone would be a stretch.
We need to finish off the Pig Clan members as quickly as possible.
“Prince! I’ll help!”
Just then, Twin Blossom tried to step in.
But by the looks of it, she’s not in any shape to fight.
“Twin Blossom, you protect Wi Hayoung.”
“Ah… okay!”
Prince?
Anyways.
—Boom!
Serin and Donmu clashed. I couldn’t focus on that fight; I had things to do.
“Miho Yo! Go!”
“Kyah!”
I immediately charged toward the Pig Clan members.
“You human! Kyaaaap!”
But one Pig Clan member, still on fire, swung his Moonblade at me. It was such a powerful strike that I couldn’t block or absorb it.
“Hup!”
I stepped back, evading as the Moonblade struck the ground and exploded dirt everywhere. It didn’t end there, as he twisted the blade, attempting a horizontal slash aimed at me.
—Sizzle!
I frantically raised my sword to block.
Flames sparked as my body was pushed back.
Should I try a Spirit Strike now?
No, not really useful since I’m already on fire. The Ghost Claw is pointless too. I can’t waste that much energy in front of a pig lord.
“Qweeek!”
Maybe I should finish it off with a Spirit Strike?
—Swoosh!
But as I was considering it, he once again swung the Moonblade, launching a frenzied attack, making it impossible.
Things were becoming quite troublesome. Until now, I had been handling things easily using tricks, but against someone displaying spirit like this, cheap tactics wouldn’t work.
“Die, human! The great Jeopalgi is watching me!”
This guy seems strong for a mere Pig Clan member, but what is this Jeopalgi, some kind of Immortal?
“Ugh!”
I barely managed to block the Moonblade while looking for an opening. But it was no use; I couldn’t find one.
What should I do?
But then, the situation resolved itself rather simply. A delicious smell wafted through the air, reminiscent of grilled pork belly. Simultaneously, the enemy’s movements became stiff.
His muscles must’ve cooked from being on fire.
I did not miss the chance.
“Die, pork belly!”
“Qweeek?!”
I immediately drew my sword and slashed at the vicinity of his hand. The Moonblade dropped from his grip, and I drove the blade deep into his neck.
That’s that.
“Where’s Serin?”
I glanced at Serin.
She was struggling against Donmu. But the difference in strength was evident. She was being pushed back by Donmu.
Still, Miho Yo, Twin Blossom, and Hayoung’s combination looked quite decent. The three of them were steadily clearing out the Pig Clan members.
“Qweeek!”
I quickly finished off the burnt and battered Pig Clan members. Then I immediately went behind Donmu to launch a surprise attack.
—Boom!
But Donmu immediately twisted his body and swung his pitchfork to block!
“Ha! Cowardly scum! How disgusting humans can be!”
“You piglet, stop talking! I’ll enjoy seeing how much meat I can carve off you! From grilled pork to sweet and sour pork, it’ll be a feast!”
“What?! You filthy scum! I’m not food!!!”
My taunt seemed effective, as Donmu turned fully toward me and swung his pitchfork wide.
I could see the power it contained, but that was a good thing. It meant Serin could catch her breath for a moment.
And I just had to dodge the pitchfork.
“You’re caught!”
But hold on!
—Swoosh!
Suddenly, the pitchfork accelerated rapidly, becoming as fast as a shooting star. Could this be Donmu’s martial skill? It was too late to evade!
“Geunhyeop!”
With no choice, I burrowed inward instead of dodging and unleashed a Ghost Spirit One Sword.
“No way?!”
Donmu’s eyes widened in shock, clearly not expecting that. I planned to stab my sword into his belly, but—
—Thud!
The shaft of the pitchfork cut into my shoulder. At the same time, a tremendous impact hit my shoulder, sending a sharp pain through me.
This guy momentarily moved his arm inward, pressing my shoulder with the shaft!
As a result, my knee buckled. The Ghost Spirit One Sword didn’t reach his belly.
“Tricks!”
Donmu threw a punch at me. The punch of a pig lord was massive. I wanted to dodge, but with one knee on the ground and my shoulder pinned, I couldn’t move.
—Boom!
I was sent flying as I took the full force of Donmu’s punch.
“Cough!”
What an immense shock.
When was the last time something hurt this much? I felt like my forehead had shattered. Honestly, I was worried about dying from hitting my head at such a weird angle, so I took it on my forehead—was that a good choice?
“Geunhyeop!”
“Kyah!”
I heard someone calling for me. If it doesn’t feel far away, that probably means I’m okay.
“Hup!”
As I flew through the air, I opened my eyes wide and tucked my body. After preparing for the impact, I extended my body and performed a roll.
—Boom!
“I’m okay.”
Serin was fighting Donmu.
“You damn pig.”
After just one hit, rage boiled within me. Did this pig really want to take me on one-on-one? Do you even know who I am? Do you know Mr. Song?!
“I’ll turn you into tartare!!!”
“Ah, you’re still alive! Tough one!”
Donmu, saying that, swung his pitchfork down with immense force. Serin managed to parry it, but then Donmu raised his front paw.
—Boom!
He stomped down hard, throwing Serin off-balance.
“Die!”
The pitchfork hurtled toward me, and of course, I wouldn’t stand by. I once more unleashed the Ghost Spirit One Sword, shooting my body with explosive force.
—Swoosh!
The energy I emitted from my sword spread out like ink. I became a single arrow.
“Will you take another hit?”
The pitchfork aimed at Serin was pivoting to come towards me, entangling with my Heavenly Thunder Sword.
“Break that sword!”
Under normal circumstances, the moment such a massive weapon and sword collide, it should break. But I still had something to show Donmu.
That was…
“Ghost Spirit Flow Slash.”
Exploding the energy from my sword.
“What?!”
—Boom!
The energy exploded. My Heavenly Thunder Sword shattered into pieces, but I didn’t go down alone.
Donmu’s pitchfork also splintered into bits.
“My pitchfork!!!”
“Hah!”
Serin unleashed the Sword Technique of Boundless Space. Donmu screamed as he tried to defend using only the shaft of the pitchfork, but—
—Boom!
I swiftly shifted my body backward, leaping high, aiming my Ghost Claw at Donmu’s head below.
“Die, you pork soup!!!”