Chapter 10: Chap 10

A pair of small feet trampled over the wild growth. The young boy was running for his life while gasping for air. His body is burning hot, and sweat darkened his unwashed clothes. The sword in his grip is his only mean of defence.

 

His exhausted eyes scan rapidly through the vegetation. He knows well there is no chance for him to outrun his pursuers. A hiding place, that’s what he needs right now. Unfortunately, there are only low bushes and thin trees.

 

A nearby howl grabs his attention. In the second of distraction, he trips over a large rock. His chest lands crudely onto a fallen trunk. Silent tears pour out, joining the salty droplets dotting his face. Despite the face-twisting pain, he gets up.

 

The boy keeps running, or more precisely limping. Each step worsens the bone fracture. Each step squeezes out a bit more blood to redden his sock. He bites onto his lower lip to refrain from making a sound. Anything that alerts his pursuers will bring them to him faster.

 

He’s scared. He doesn’t want to die. He saw those demon beasts chewing on the poor boar’s innards while their prey was still squealing. He will be just like that when he gets caught. He doesn’t want that.

 

“Grr!” The growling beast jumped out from behind a large boulder.

 

The terrified boy stopped his feet just a couple of feet from the black jaws. Behind him, the pack has caught up.

 

These demon beasts are notorious predators of this part. Their body is like a dog except more horrifying. The largest of these creatures is about the size of a Tuskless boar. Their head is bald, showing the pink flesh from the base of their long neck to the top of their ears. They have three jaws, an upper jaw and two lower jaws on each side. A creature fits the name “undead hound”.

 

Individually, they are not an issue. However, they always come as a pack. Unless the cultivator is sufficiently strong, it is guaranteed that there is no way to escape.

 

The boy isn’t strong. Even in normal condition, taking on seven of them would be very risky. In his weakened state of being sleep deprived for three nights, his death is but assured.

 

A young hound lunges at him which he barely evades by ducking onto the ground.

 

He throws himself to a nearby boulder. With his back against the hard surface, his panicked mind seeks a mean to survive.

 

His thought is cut short, when a beast abruptly attacks. He pulled himself away at the right moment, allowing the 120-degree jaws to bite into the rock.

 

Realising he could land an attack, he pulls himself together and slashes at its neck. The cut with his weary strength draws a faint red line on its skin.

 

“Sword qi. Sword qi.” He forgot to use qi.

 

Another beast follows up. Its teeth intended to wrap around the boy’s exposed back.

 

In the moment of life and death, survival instinct kicks in. Using the momentum when he turns back, the boy thrusts his sword deep into the gaping maw.

 

Unlike last time, the sword was imbued with qi. The attack supported by his two hands penetrates the blood-red tissue. Upon hitting the spine, the metal weapon deviates from its path and pokes out on the back of the creature’s neck. Given time, this young boy will one day pierces through flesh as well as bone. Just not today.

 

He expects the creature to slump down in its death. Much to his horror, the beast closes its jaws. The shutting maw clamped down onto the sword guard. Had he pulled back any later, his hands would have many new holes.

 

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“Ghost wave!” The training that was forced onto him did well to hone his combat instinct.

 

The qi in his palm forms into a transparent damned soul. The negative energy of yin qi travels through the beast, leeching away at its lifeforce.

 

When the black visage completely passed through its body. The hound has shrivelled up like an old dog. Its pupils lose their colour, and its fur turns white. The inside of its mouth too turns pale as if something has sucked away its blood. 

 

The demon beast drops to the ground. Its chest cavity breathes weakly, as it waits for the inevitable end.

 

Of the two poles, yang is related to light, movement, heat, and life. Yin, on the other hand, is dark, stagnation, cold, and death. “Ghost wave” is a technique that injects yin qi into the enemy. Depending on how adept one is, the quality of the injected yin qi will be more potent. If he could reach the third layer of Ghost wave, this creature would have lost its life already. Even so, with its remaining lifeforce it would not be able to recover.

 

While its kind was keeping the kid occupied, this hound climbs on the boulder and proceeds with its diving action.

 

Having regained his fighting sense, the boy side-stepped the coming jaws. His sword chops into the neck of the beast, using the momentum of his enemy to tear off a large chunk of meat along the length of its neck.

 

Leaving the creature to agonise over its bloodied dangling flesh, he charges the metal blade with qi for the next beast.

 

“Sword of the Underworld!” This dashing attack is the biggest move he has attempted since the start of combat. It is also his most foolish act. After all, he forgot that his right foot was badly hurted during that trip.

 

The sudden pain reminds him of his precarious condition. It throws off his form, causing him to miss the target. 

 

Insteading of pinning his sword straight into the middle of the creature’s chest, the blade went off and protruded out the side of the beast between the 1st and 2nd rib bone.

 

Sword of the underworld works similarly to Ghost wave. In fact, it is deadlier IF the sword stabs right inside the body, allowing the yin qi to permeate into the surrounding organs. Needless to say, the boy committed a plunder.

 

The still kicking and biting beast sinks its pointy teeth viciously into the tender flesh of the green-horn cultivator.

 

“Ah! Ahhhh!”

 

He pulls back the sword but couldn’t completely unplug the metal. His reaction invites the hungry maw to clamp down again and again on his shoulder.

 

In his frantic state, he repeatedly stabs the beast multiple times, sawing away at its internal organs. It takes a while till the pressure on his shoulder finally dies down.

 

Shaking in the face of death, he grips tightly onto the sword, his silver lining of hope. His last opponent has come. The Undead hound that got stuck in the boulder for chewing off more than it could was free.

 

His mind at this point is blank. Whatever higher thought functions were replaced with only a series of questions. Am I safe? What should I do to survive?

 

His reactive sword strikes chipped at the hound bit by bit until it laid death on the puddle of its own blood.

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