The Undying Monster

The swirling dust blocked Fang Zheng's view, but even without looking, he could be sure that bastard was still alive. Because he still couldn't use his skills, which meant the enemy was still suppressing them. Sure, he'd sent the thing flying just now, but the recoil was... painful enough.

"Hiss..."

Moving his body carefully, Fang Zheng sucked in a sharp breath. He opened his right hand, which was gripping the sword hilt, flexed it, then gripped the hilt again, finally dispelling the faint numbness in his fingers. In that world, he hadn't been using his own body, so he could pull off all kinds of exaggerated moves. But in the Dark Souls world, the only thing Fang Zheng had brought out was the [Weapon Specialization] perk. Even though he still remembered those fighting styles in his memory, fully replicating them with this body of his wasn't easy. If his power were still there, it wouldn't be a problem. But who could blame that damn bastard for blocking the Power of Order at the worst possible time?

Although Fang Zheng's body had been trained recently and was no longer as frail as before, saying it could give him strength comparable to a barbarian was clearly impossible.

Only that move was left to try.

With that thought, Fang Zheng tightened his grip on the short sword in his hand, staring fixedly at the dust cloud before him.

"Whoosh!!"

The dust churned as the Child of Chaos roared again, leaping out from within. It raised its massive, pitch-black greatsword and swung it down at Fang Zheng with force.

Now!

Just as the Child of Chaos raised its greatsword, a flash of light sparked in Fang Zheng's eyes. He rolled, closing the distance between himself and the Child of Chaos, then raised his left hand. The short sword, held in a reverse grip, angled upward and struck the part of the greatsword near the hilt just as it descended.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, Malte couldn't help but cry out. The scene before him was simply too shocking. In front of the massive Child of Chaos, Fang Zheng looked like a five- or six-year-old child. The fight between them seemed like a battle between a strong, sturdy warrior and a kid who only reached his waist. And Fang Zheng's move of swinging his sword to clash with the enemy looked like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Whether it was Malte or the other Holy Knights, they could almost predict the next moment: this young man would scream, then be sent flying. After all, without the Power of Order to support them, they were only weaker than usual. Although that young man could move freely within it, his strength couldn't possibly have increased.

The Child of Chaos itself possessed strength dozens of times greater than an ordinary person. The gap between them was like a tiger versus a rabbit. Under such a full-force strike from the enemy, what were the chances Fang Zheng could escape unscathed?

Almost zero.

Under everyone's gaze, the short sword in Fang Zheng's reverse grip slammed into the greatsword's blade. Then, with a "dong" of impact, the next moment, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The greatsword in the Child of Chaos's hand, which had been about to swing down, recoiled backward as if it had struck a transparent, solid wall. At the same time, the Child of Chaos let out a wail, its whole body seeming to lose strength as it knelt before Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng clearly didn't miss this opportunity. He stepped forward, the Skycleaver Sword in his right hand swinging out without hesitation, cutting straight into the gap between the armor plates on the Child of Chaos's neck. Then he kicked it in the chest, knocking the massive creature to the ground.

Fang Zheng raised his sword again, trying to finish it off, but before he could move, the Child of Chaos swung its greatsword at him once more, forcing him to roll back to dodge the attack. At the same time, the Child of Chaos slowly stood up again, letting out an indistinct roar. No one could understand what it was saying, but it was clearly furious.

"How do you kill this thing?"

Fang Zheng stared warily at the enemy before him, asking without turning his head. He was sure that last strike had cut into its neck, nearly severing it. But the monster acted as if nothing had happened. Not only that, its wound didn't bleed, and there wasn't a trace of blood on the Skycleaver Sword. This frustrated Fang Zheng. Clearly, this enemy wasn't so easy to deal with.

And worse, the system didn't seem to classify the Child of Chaos as an Undead creature, so the damage Fang Zheng could deal to it was reduced again.

"The Child of Chaos can't be killed!"

Stone finally snapped out of it, shouting loudly.

"It's a creation of Chaos. It has no concept of life or death. No matter how much damage you deal it, it will never die."

"Then what do we do?"

Hearing Stone's answer, Fang Zheng was speechless. He hadn't expected this world to have such a thing... A boss with no health bar... Wasn't that suicidal?

"Normally, we can defeat it and seal it while it's weak, but now... we don't have a priest here..."

"No, there's another way!"

Just as Stone finished speaking, Great Knight Malte seemed to think of something and spoke up.

"We can request the guidance of the Goddess of Order and banish it from this world!"

"You mean the Banishment Divine Art?"

Hearing Malte's words, Stone's expression changed.

"Now? Inside the Chaos Field? We don't have any holy relics!"

"No, we do!"

As he spoke, Malte looked toward a stone slab not far from them—it was the lid of the stone coffin that had sealed the Child of Chaos. Looking closely, one could see the complex patterns and sacred text embedded within it.

"This was once a sealing array used to seal the Child of Chaos with the Goddess's power. If we can use it to connect with the Goddess..."

"Whatever you're planning, I think you'd better hurry!"

Before Malte could finish, Fang Zheng cut him off irritably. He watched warily as the Child of Chaos charged at him again, then raised his two swords, one long and one short.

"I'll hold it off as long as I can, but I can't guarantee how long!"

No sooner had he spoken than the Child of Chaos's greatsword swung at him again. Fang Zheng chose to roll back to dodge the strike. Now that he knew this thing couldn't be killed, he was determined to just stall. But thankfully, in the Dark Souls world, Fang Zheng had learned many things, the most important being patience—just a mere Child of Chaos. Back then, which boss hadn't he spent an hour or more grinding down?

The Child of Chaos struck again. Its swordsmanship was completely without form—basically just wild slashing—but Fang Zheng didn't care. In the Dark Souls world, he had experienced countless battles, all kinds of predicaments, and died who knows how many times. The experience he had accumulated was almost richer than both Stone and Malte combined. No matter how chaotic the Child of Chaos's attacks were, Fang Zheng could react and dodge in an instant. And this Child of Chaos didn't seem intelligent enough to notice what the others were doing, focusing all its attention on Fang Zheng.

Time ticked by, and for Fang Zheng, the situation grew more and more tense. He certainly had enough experience to handle the current fight, but he didn't have enough stamina or physical strength. In fact, dodging every attack from the Child of Chaos was draining his strength rapidly. He was already starting to feel tired, his legs aching and swelling, barely able to move.

"Roooar!!"

With a roar from the Child of Chaos, another sword came crashing down from above at Fang Zheng. Facing this lightning-fast attack, Fang Zheng gritted his teeth and sidestepped to dodge. But what he didn't expect was that just as his left leg was about to push off, he suddenly felt his legs go weak, as if all the muscles in them had lost function.

No good!

Sensing the abnormality in his body, Fang Zheng was shocked. The Child of Chaos's attack was already upon him, and he clearly couldn't dodge in time.

No choice—he had to fight!

With that thought, Fang Zheng threw away the short sword in his left hand. Gripping the hilt of the Skycleaver Sword with both hands, he raised the longsword to meet the Child of Chaos's greatsword.

"Clang!!"

The greatsword slammed heavily into the Skycleaver Sword in Fang Zheng's hands, making his whole body shudder. He half-crouched to the ground. The greatsword, carrying immense force, slid down and quickly slashed toward Fang Zheng's head. Fang Zheng gritted his teeth, gripping the Skycleaver Sword tightly and sliding it to the side. Finally, the greatsword's edge passed just over the top of his head, but the heavy pressure also drove the Skycleaver Sword's blade "pfft" diagonally down, pressing against Fang Zheng's shoulder.

A sharp pain shot through him, almost making him cry out, but he clenched his teeth and held on, barely blocking the Child of Chaos's almost unavoidable strike. But by now, Fang Zheng had reached his limit.

At that moment, Stone's voice suddenly rang out behind Fang Zheng.

"It worked! Fang Zheng, get out of the way!"

Hearing Stone's voice, Fang Zheng felt as if he had heard heavenly music. He quickly rolled to the side, using the force from the Child of Chaos's attack that hadn't yet dissipated to dodge. The Child of Chaos, not expecting its enemy to slip away at the last moment, momentarily lost its balance.

And just as Fang Zheng dodged, a white ray shot through the spot where he had been standing, striking the Child of Chaos's body directly!