Now That I've Transmigrated into Coiling Dragon, Who Still Wants to Live Off a Woman? Part 39

Kenchi looked at the three Highgod bandits and their numerous Midgod subordinates, and his confidence immediately wavered.

Although they also had three Highgod-level combatants, they had far too few Midgods compared to the other side. He had been planning to say a few conciliatory words and pay some Inkstones to settle the matter.

"Last time was last time, and now is now. From this day onward, the Yanfeng Mountain Range belongs to me—"

"Hey, you in the dark green clothes, do you know that suddenly interrupting someone's cultivation is extremely rude?"

The bandit leader was interrupted by Simon. Having greatly improved in strength, Simon no longer had any patience for these bandits and spoke bluntly.

"Hm? A Midgod? I—"

"Too noisy..."

Before he could finish, Simon flashed forward and charged straight into the bandit group of over a thousand people.

The Fiends in Kenchi's caravan were all stunned by Simon's boldness.

Not only them—the opposing bandit group was equally baffled.

Everyone felt that this Midgod was most likely insane.

But Simon did not care about any of that. He only wanted to finish the battle quickly so he could return to cultivation.

Having been interrupted repeatedly, the bandit leader was already beside himself with rage. He never imagined that one day, a Midgod would disregard him so completely. More absurdly, that Midgod had charged alone at their entire bandit group?

But the bandits quickly realized something was wrong.

Wasn't this Midgod far too fast?

The bandit leader, who had never introduced himself from beginning to end, had only just reacted when Simon appeared before him.

"Experience the Ice-Wind Prison."

The Wind-Annihilation Longsword in Simon's hand erupted with 365 threads of divine power, forming an Ice-Wind Prison that sealed off the surroundings.

The bandit leader was immediately caught in endless pressure and restraints. His entire body was frozen in place, and he lost all ability to resist.

Then Simon swung his longsword. His newly comprehended material attack ultimate move, Ice-Wind Slash, cleaved forward, splitting the nameless bandit leader in two from head to toe!

Heaven knew, he only possessed Four-Star Fiend strength. He had merely wanted to intimidate them and had not dared to truly attack. Otherwise, why would he have spent so long babbling at the beginning?

But his luck had simply been terrible. Who told him to interrupt Simon's cultivation?

Simon normally was not this irritable.

Only then did the bandit leader's subordinates react. One after another, they unleashed their strongest attacks at Simon, trying to kill him.

But with Simon's speed, those attacks looked like slow motion slowed down hundreds or thousands of times. He easily dodged every one of them.

When the other two Highgod bandits saw their leader get instantly killed so easily, they had already lost all desire to fight. Especially since both had fused Godheads, they were scared out of their wits.

But Simon had no intention of sparing them. With a flash, he released Ice-Wind Prison in succession. The two Highgod bandits were killed without even the slightest chance to resist, joining their leader underground.

Less than a second had passed when the Midgod bandits in the rear finally realized that they had provoked someone they should never have provoked.

They desperately tried to flee with all their strength.

Simon did not want to slaughter them all. He merely killed a few who displeased him and could not be bothered to pursue the rest.

These unlucky few had been the ones mocking Simon most fiercely earlier.

After resolving the trouble and collecting the spoils, Simon slowly flew back.

Only then did everyone in the caravan fully recover from their shock.

"Gasp..."

"A Midgod, Simon, is terrifyingly powerful. No, he should be called Lord Simon!"

"Is he really a Midgod? My heavens, even a Six-Star Fiend wouldn't have killed them so effortlessly!"

"My Simon is amazing..."

Fanny watched Simon display his might, her eyes filled with little stars.

"Haha, what are you all standing around for? Let's get back on the road."

"Kenchi?"

"Oh! Yes, Lord Simon. We'll depart right away, right away."

Kenchi had already been so shocked by Simon that he was completely dazed.

In a trance, he released the Metal Lifeform and continued the journey.

"Simon! How long has it even been? You've actually become this strong already."

As soon as she sat down, Lona could not help asking curiously. The other Fiends in the hall also looked over with curiosity.

"You aren't actually a Highgod, are you? Is your Midgod aura just a disguise?"

"Exactly! How can a Midgod be this strong? Simon, hurry and tell us—are you a Highgod?"

Napote also chimed in noisily.

Chapter 60: Prestige

Elno and Hamut also looked at Simon.

"Haha, I really am a Midgod, genuine and guaranteed. If you don't believe me, you can ask Fanny."

Simon did not know whether to laugh or cry at everyone's reaction.

He had merely been angered for a moment. Besides, his current strength no longer required concealment, so he had acted as he wished.

What he had not expected was for them to react so strongly.

"Fanny, hurry and tell us. Is Simon really a Midgod?"

Lona was already growing impatient.

"Hehe, Simon really is a Midgod. He's not even a thousand years old yet, so he's a genuine Midgod."

Seeing everyone so shocked, Fanny was already overjoyed inside.

This felt even better than being the one in the spotlight herself.

"Gasp..." x10

After hearing Fanny's confirmation, the Fiends in the hall no longer looked at Simon with mere reverence and fear. Their gazes had completely turned into the looks one gave a monster.

Fortunately, they hid those looks well, and they vanished after only an instant.

Still, their evaluation of Simon's strength rose by another two levels.

It was not as though these Fiends had never seen Highgod bandits killed before, but they had truly never seen them killed so cleanly and without any ability to resist.

Especially not by a Midgod.

They had never even heard of such a thing.

If someone had told them before that a Midgod could become this powerful, they would definitely have cursed that person for having no brains, daring to say and believe anything.

But now, they could only wonder whether they themselves had no brains.

They were all Midgods, and Simon had cultivated for such a short time. Why was the gap between them so enormous?

"Lord Simon, thank goodness you took action. Otherwise, our caravan's journey this time would truly have been fraught with danger."

Kenchi walked over and sincerely thanked Simon.

What a joke. Kenchi was a merchant who had conducted business across several continents. With his experience, he judged that the strength Simon had displayed was in no way inferior to the seasoned Six-Star Fiends he had seen before!

A Six-Star Fiend! Kenchi would not even dare dream that he might one day reach such strength.

"Kenchi, you don't need to be so polite. Just call me Simon. Since I accepted this mission, it's only natural that I fulfill my responsibility."

Simon said modestly.

"What are you saying, Lord Simon? Calling you by your name would be far too disrespectful. Absolutely not, absolutely not."

Seeing Kenchi shake his head like a rattle drum, Simon smiled and did not press the matter further.

Afterward, Kenchi exchanged a few more flattering pleasantries before returning to his room.

Tara also walked over at this time.

"Lord Simon, what impressive methods. That bandit leader should have possessed at least Four-Star Fiend strength, yet he could not put up even the slightest resistance before you. Admirable, truly admirable."

"Tara, you too..."

Simon did not know whether to laugh or cry. The two chatted for a while, then Tara also returned to his room.

"Tsk tsk, Lord Simon, you'll have to look after us from now on."

Hamut said, imitating Kenchi's tone.

"Get lost..."

Simon smiled and kicked Hamut.

"If any of you dare call me 'Lord' again, I'll kick your asses raw."

Hearing Simon say this, the others all laughed as well.

After spending this time together, they all knew that Simon was the sort of person who did not put on airs like a powerful expert. He was gentle toward friends and those close to him.

This made them even more determined to cling tightly to the thigh before them.

Previously, Simon's performance could only be described as astonishingly gifted, but ultimately, he had not yet been considered a true expert.

But the strength Simon displayed in that battle was fully the performance of a true expert.

Even many Six-Star Fiends could not kill Four-Star Fiends as easily as Simon had just done.

Six-Star Fiend.

Even in Hell, one could fully be called an expert at that level.

Within the vast Quicksand Castle, a Six-Star Fiend was qualified to serve as Castle Master.

In the wilderness, a Six-Star Fiend could basically go wherever he pleased! As long as he did not act recklessly, have terrible luck, and provoke someone he should not, he could already live freely and comfortably.

And Simon's current strength was far more than merely Six-Star Fiend level.

Limited by their horizons, Kenchi and Elno could only determine that Simon's strength had reached at least Six-Star Fiend level.