Story 7 - To Kill Demonic Vines (12?)
I started with the most powerful move I could currently use. “Thousand Cuts!”
A thousand thin blades of Qi struck the vine demon and tore up part of its wing and skeleton-like body. Pink debris sprayed the forest behind the demonic construct.
Unfortunately, my attack could only do so much. I was still rely at the peak of Qi Condensation while the plant wyvern was created by a cultivator of unknown strength.
I’d barely taken out a third of the thing.
Mad Tongue’s slightly wide eyes darted to . Shocked? He hadn’t seen anything yet.
Of course, at that point, the fucking demonic construct regrew the vines it had lost. It was as if my attack hadn’t hurt it at all.
Sword Master Salamander, who had been protecting us the whole ti, called back, “Junior Clear Eyes Mad Tongue. Do you feel like taking this one on too?”
The teen grinned. “You keep it distracted, Sword Master, so I can find its weak points. If we encounter more of these, I don’t want to have to brute force them into dying every ti.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll distract it and make sure the little seniors are protected.”
Little Spring pulled on my sleeve. “Are we really going to encounter more of these?”
We jumped back to avoid its wing attack.
“It depends on how strong of an opponent we’re up against. If it’s only one of these things, then we can probably take care of that demonic cultivator all by ourselves.”
“And if there’s more?”
“If there are a few more...” I did so estimations. “We could be up against a Golden Core equivalent demonic cultivator.”
Clear Eyes drew its focus by attacking it first on its wings, then on its mask. He ran around the monster, sending sharp pokes of sword Qi at it.
Once it started to attack the teen in earnest, Salamander sent several slashes at it to keep it contained and distracted. This allowed the teen a chance to study it.
“And if there’s a large amount of them?” Little Spring’s gaze traveled to the base of the construct where the vines’ roots were buried. His eyes narrowed.
Good. The kid noticed.
I showed him a grim expression. “Do you an a few hundred of these things?”
He nodded.
“Then we’ll be facing soone at the Nascent Soul level. If that’s the case, then we’d need to rely on Elder Grass Sprout.”
“Who is on her way.”
“But there’s no telling how long it will take her to get here. It could be in a few hours or half a day.”
“Sword Master Salamander can’t take care of a Nascent Soul Cultivator?”
“See how he’s easily protecting us while allowing Clear Eyes to make move after move on this guy?”
Just then, a root exploded from the ground in front of us. Salamander cut it off imdiately. He sent another blade of sword Qi down into the dirt.
Little Spring jumped back, then cleared his throat. “Yes.”
“That’s because he is very strong for his realm. So strong that he could probably take on a Nascent Soul practitioner for several moves, and possibly kill them if he’s fast enough and his opponent is a new Nascent soul. But in the end, even he wouldn’t be able to last for a prolonged battle. The disparity between Nascent Soul and Golden Core is like the difference between the heavens and the earth.”
The kid thought hard about that, so I paid extra careful attention to our surroundings. Then he lifted his head. “You’re calm.”
::Well, we have an escape route if things go bad, don’t we?::
::Of course!::
::Never forget about your space. It could save your life, especially now that it has a new function. That said, you won’t be faster than a Nascent Soul practitioner. The best way to escape them would be to get them talking. Then vanish during their monologue while they think you’re trapped.::
Little Spring’s eyes glittered. ::I’ll rember your advice, Sister Lin::
“Have you figured it out yet?” I called to Mad Tongue.
He dodged a swipe from the wyvern’s wing. “Almost!” he yelled.
Using a new ploy, the demonic vine monster sent several vines whipping toward us.
Salamander used his incredible control over his sword Qi to cut off any tendril that neared us.
Ah, it was so good to work with competent people again.
Honestly, I wanted to give the teen a hint about the monster’s weak point, but he looked so excited to figure it out on his own that I just had to let him do it.
“There!” Clear Eyes Mad Tongue crazily swung his sword towards the ground and sent a blast of sword Qi into it and over to the root system of the vine wyvern.
The demonic vines writhed.
Then, with a loud crash, they collapsed in a heap. It lost its pink glow, shriveled a bit, and turned brown.
Now that the thing was dead. It looked a lot like a fire hazard.
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