The billowing dust blocked Fang Zheng's view, but even without looking, he could tell that thing was still alive. He still couldn't use his skills, which meant it was continuing to suppress them. Although he had sent it flying just now, the recoil had been... painful enough.
"Ugh..."
Carefully shifting his body, Fang Zheng sucked in a cold breath. He opened and flexed the fingers of his right hand gripping the hilt, then clenched it again, finally easing the faint numbness in his fingers. In that world, he hadn't used his own body, so he could perform all sorts of exaggerated movements. But apart from the Weapon Specialization trait, Fang Zheng hadn't brought anything else back from the Dark Souls world. He still remembered those fighting techniques, but fully replicating them with his own body was no easy task. If he still had his strength, it would not have been a problem, but that bastard had to go and block the Power of Order.
Although Fang Zheng's body was no longer as frail as before after this period of training, it was clearly impossible for him to possess strength comparable to a Barbarian's.
There was only one move left to try.
With that thought, Fang Zheng tightened his grip on the shortsword and stared fixedly at the dust before him.
"Hah!!"
The dust churned as the Child of Chaos roared and leaped out once more. It raised its enormous black Greatsword and swung it down at Fang Zheng with all its might.
Now!
The instant the Child of Chaos raised its Greatsword, Fang Zheng's eyes flashed. He rolled forward, closing the distance between himself and the Child of Chaos, then raised his left hand. The shortsword held in a reverse grip swung upward and struck the blade near the Greatsword's hilt at the exact moment it came down.
"This is bad!"
Malte could not help crying out at the sight. The scene before him was simply too shocking. Before the massive Child of Chaos, Fang Zheng looked like a five- or six-year-old child. Their battle resembled a fight between a strapping warrior and a child who only came up to his waist. Fang Zheng's attempt to clash swords with it was like using a mantis's arms to stop a chariot. Malte and the other Holy Knights could practically foresee the young man screaming before being sent flying. Without the Power of Order empowering them, they were only weaker than usual. Although the young man could move freely within it, his strength could not possibly have increased.
The Child of Chaos itself possessed strength dozens of times greater than that of an ordinary person. The gap between them could practically be described as that between a tiger and a rabbit. Against such a full-force blow, what were the chances that Fang Zheng could emerge unscathed?
Practically zero.
Under everyone's gaze, the shortsword Fang Zheng held in a reverse grip struck the blade of the Greatsword. Then, accompanied by a resounding thud, an unbelievable scene unfolded.
The Greatsword in the Child of Chaos's hand, which had nearly swung down, flew backward as though it had struck an invisible, solid wall. At the same time, the Child of Chaos let out a howl and dropped to its knees before Fang Zheng as if all strength had left its body. Fang Zheng naturally did not let this chance slip away. He stepped forward, swung the Skycleaver Sword in his right hand without hesitation, and slashed directly into the gap at the neck of the Child of Chaos's armor. Then he kicked it in the chest, sending the enormous creature crashing to the ground.
Fang Zheng raised his sword again, intending to finish it off, but before he could make another move, the Child of Chaos gripped its Greatsword in its right hand and swung at him again. Fang Zheng had no choice but to roll backward and evade the attack. At the same time, the Child of Chaos slowly rose to its feet once more, letting out an incomprehensible roar. No one could understand what it was saying, but they could hear its fury.
"How do we kill this thing?"
Fang Zheng watched the enemy warily as he asked without turning his head. He was certain that his previous strike had cut into its neck and had nearly severed it. Yet this monster was acting as though nothing had happened. Not only that, its wound was not bleeding, and there was not even a speck of blood on the Skycleaver Sword. Fang Zheng felt rather frustrated. Clearly, this enemy would not be easy to deal with.
Even worse, the system apparently did not classify the Child of Chaos as one of the undead creatures, so the damage Fang Zheng could inflict on it was reduced again.
"The Child of Chaos cannot be killed!"
Stone had recovered his senses by then and shouted loudly.
"It is 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?"
Fang Zheng was even more speechless after hearing Stone's answer. He had not expected this world to have something like this... A BOSS with no health bar... wasn't that absurd?
"Normally, we can defeat it and seal it away while it is weakened, but right now... we have no priest here..."
"No, there is another way!"
Just as Stone finished speaking, Great Knight Malte seemed to think of something and spoke.
"We can ask for the Goddess of Order's guidance and banish it from this world!"
"You mean a banishment Divine Art?"
Stone's expression changed immediately when he heard Malte's words.
"Now? Inside the Chaos Field? We do not have a holy relic!"
"No, we do!"
As he spoke, Malte looked toward a stone slab not far from them—the lid of the Stone Coffin that had previously sealed the Child of Chaos. Looking closely, one could still see the intricate patterns and sacred writing embedded within it.
"This was once a sealing formation that used the Goddess's power to seal the Child of Chaos. If we can establish a connection with the Goddess through it..."
"Whatever it is you're planning to do, I think you'd better hurry!"
Before Malte could finish, Fang Zheng cut off his rambling impatiently. He watched the Child of Chaos charging at him again, then raised the long and short swords in his hands.
"I'll hold it back as long as I can, but I can't promise how long that will be!"
Before he finished speaking, the Child of Chaos's Greatsword swung toward Fang Zheng again. Fang Zheng chose to roll backward and dodge the blow. Now that he knew this thing could not be killed, he had already decided to stall. Fortunately, Fang Zheng had learned many things in the world of Dark Souls, and the most important was patience. It was only a Child of Chaos. Back then, hadn't he had to spend an hour or two grinding down every BOSS?
The Child of Chaos swung again. Its swordsmanship had no form or pattern; put plainly, it was simply hacking around wildly. But Fang Zheng did not care. In the world of Dark Souls, he had experienced countless battles, all kinds of desperate situations, and died more times than he could remember. The experience he had accumulated was practically richer than Stone's and Malte's combined. No matter how chaotic the Child of Chaos's attacks were, Fang Zheng could react and evade at the first instant. And this Child of Chaos did not seem to possess much intelligence. It had not noticed what the others were doing at all, focusing all its attention on Fang Zheng.
Second by second, the situation became increasingly tense for Fang Zheng. He did have enough experience to handle this battle, but he did not have enough energy or stamina. In fact, because he had to evade every attack from the Child of Chaos, Fang Zheng could feel his strength draining away at an alarming rate. He was already beginning to feel exhausted, and both legs were swollen and aching, to the point that he could barely walk.
"Roar—!!"
With the Child of Chaos's roar, another sword strike came cleaving down at Fang Zheng. Facing the lightning-fast attack, Fang Zheng gritted his teeth and twisted sideways, trying to evade it. But just as his left leg was about to exert force, he suddenly felt both legs go weak, as though every muscle in them had stopped working.
Not good!
Sensing something wrong with his body, Fang Zheng was greatly alarmed. The Child of Chaos's attack had already reached him, and he clearly had no time left to evade.
No choice. He had to gamble!
With that thought, Fang Zheng tossed aside the shortsword in his left hand. He gripped the hilt of the Skycleaver Sword with both hands, raised it, and met the Child of Chaos's Greatsword head-on.
Clang!!
The Greatsword crashed heavily into the Skycleaver Sword in Fang Zheng's hands, making his entire body shudder before he dropped into a half-crouch. The Greatsword, carrying immense force, continued sliding downward and rapidly slashed toward Fang Zheng's head. Fang Zheng gritted his teeth, gripping the Skycleaver Sword tightly as he forced it to slide sideways. In the end, the edge of the Greatsword passed inches above Fang Zheng's head, but the crushing pressure drove the Skycleaver Sword's blade down at an angle with a splat, pressing it against Fang Zheng's shoulder.
Intense pain shot through him, so severe that Fang Zheng nearly cried out. Yet he clenched his teeth and desperately held on, blocking the Child of Chaos's nearly unavoidable strike. But 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 was like hearing heavenly music to Fang Zheng. He hurriedly rolled on the ground, using the force the Child of Chaos had not yet fully withdrawn to dart aside. The Child of Chaos had not expected its enemy to evade at the final moment, and it lost its balance.
The instant Fang Zheng dodged, a white beam shot through the place where he had been standing and struck the Child of Chaos directly!
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