Alibuda Chronicles Part 1: Volume 5, Chapter 2

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Chapter Two: Three Victories in Five Battles

(Oh?

The enemy's gaze immediately fell upon the only two males in our camp. Meeting her alluring gaze, Fang Qingshu and I both felt a jolt; we hadn't expected the enemy leader to be such a captivatingly beautiful naked woman.

(She's a beauty…so sexy! I never imagined the Zoroastrian sect had such a seductive beauty. )

Her appearance was extremely striking, with clearly defined features, snow-white skin, a full figure, and a muscular, well-proportioned physique without an ounce of excess fat. Her slender waist swayed gracefully, intentionally or unintentionally, displaying a high degree of flexibility and inspiring fantasies.

Her jade-green hair seemed somewhat eerie, but it complemented the gold rings and bracelets on her wrists and the skull staff she held, further enhancing the bewitching charm of this southern beauty.

However, all these assessments quickly changed. Calling her naked was inappropriate; although eighty percent of her skin was exposed, if… Given a choice, I still wouldn't want to call a half-bodied female animal a naked woman.

Yes. A human head and a snake's body, the upper body a captivatingly beautiful woman, the lower body a massive snake tail as thick as a bucket—the very culprit who had just brutally murdered the winged female warrior. This sight instantly banished any inappropriate fantasies that had crossed my mind.

Although only for a moment, as her gaze swept over us, I saw her once watery eyes shrink into thin crimson slits, the venomous look of a cold-blooded animal before it devours its prey. Although when she looked at Fang Qingshu, her eyes had transformed into the alluring gaze of a mature woman seducing a man, I already knew this woman was a dangerous creature.

"The name of the Knight of Light is renowned even in the perilous Youli. I am Natasha, a priestess of the Serpent Clan. I wonder how Young Master Fang wishes to... wage war against me?"

Her voice was both coquettish and alluring, more like an invitation to bed than a challenge. But who knows what the consequences of sleeping with this serpent beauty would be?

Including Neon, all the female warriors of the Feather Clan turned pale with anger, cursing the shamelessness of this enchantress. Fang Qingshu, however, remained completely unmoved, his brows furrowing slightly, clearly sensing the formidable nature of his enemy.

The Fire Worship Cult did not evade the challenge from the chief disciple of the Palace of Light. On the contrary, they made another demand.

"Since it must be a one-on-one duel, wouldn't a single battle be beneath Young Master Fang's status as a powerful warrior? How about we each send five experts, each not allowed to fight twice, best of five. If we win, you retreat to the city, and we'll fight to the death tomorrow; if you win, we withdraw from the valley entrance and will not launch any further attacks for three days. What do you say?"

"Why only three days? Why don't you retreat now?"

Yu Hong's attitude was very tough, probably because she felt that with her sisters, Fang Qingshu, and Katrina all participating, the chances of winning three out of five battles were extremely high... a tough attitude that completely disregarded the actual situation. Of course, seeing that almost all the female warriors of the Feather Clan next to her were supporting her, I had nothing to say.

"The matter of retreating is of great importance and cannot be decided by me alone. If retreat is to be wagered, then you must surrender and surrender the city after your defeat. I believe Chief Katrina would rather renege on her promise than surrender. We, the Zoroastrian envoys, are all men of integrity and will never deceive anyone. In that case, why make a bet that insults our wisdom?"

Natasha was eloquent, and her persuasive words left Yu Hong speechless, while Fang Qingshu had no objections. In a best-of-five duel, our side, with its strong lineup, had a significant advantage. If we could win, the three days would be extremely valuable to us. Even if we lost, we could still retreat to Skeva's City, and the losses wouldn't be irreparable.

The problem was that the other side should have also considered this, so why deliberately create a situation that was advantageous to us? Was it really just to offer a more acceptable condition? Or...?

As they were about to determine the order of battle, something suddenly flashed through my mind... He interjected, "Wait, besides here, is there any other way to the city?"

Since I had contributed nothing since the start of the war, this question, uttered at such a crucial moment, naturally drew glares, but not everyone understood. Fang Qingshu's body stiffened, and with an extremely serious expression, he demanded an answer.

Speaking of which, I have to thank this pretty boy. If it weren't for him, and I had to fight alongside these beautiful but brainless women, I would have killed them all first, then committed suicide by swallowing tofu.

Everyone stammered, unable to give a coherent answer. They all said the western mountain pass was the only exit; if there were other routes, wouldn't the enemy have already attacked? Finally, the clan leader, Katrina, stepped forward and told us that there was a sheer cliff on the northeastern mountainside, in a remote and almost vertical location. Logically, no one could possibly climb it, but because the Zoroastrian Church had almost completed their encirclement when they discovered it, they hadn't had time to seal it off.

“However, no one should be coming up from that side, over there…”

“As long as there’s a path, that’s fine. This is the Zoroastrian plan: to lure our main force here, using a feint to the east while attacking the west. That way, regardless of whether we win the duel or not, they’ll have the victory in their grasp.”

I said, “There’s still a chance. We can send in experts to lead a team to resist and intercept them before they climb the cliff. We have a good chance of winning.”

“That’s absurd. What if there’s no enemy attacking from that side at all? In the end, you don’t have any evidence to prove this idea, do you? If the enemy doesn’t attack at all, and we’re distracted because of this, causing us to lose the duel here, who will take responsibility?”

The doubts of the two Japanese people were also the thoughts of many people. My words lacked weight, and I had no supporting evidence. Just as the two sides were about to reach a stalemate, a voice stopped us.

"I'm willing to stake my life on it; Nephew Lan's concerns are absolutely valid. If the enemy doesn't come, you can just chop off my head."

It was Mao Yan'an who spoke. As a scholar, he had been left behind by the main force and only arrived now, panting, to utter these crucial words. Even if Ni Hong was dissatisfied with him, this man was still his mentor's close friend and his elder. He was shamelessly threatening his life; could he really just chop off his head?

My opinion was strongly supported by Fang Qingshu and Mao Yan'an. Obviously, this presents a significant challenge, but a practical problem immediately arises: if the battlefield is divided into two sides, how should we allocate manpower?

Fang Qingshu will definitely have to stay here. He proposed the duel; if he doesn't participate, he'll be seen as a faithless person, and no one in the Southern Barbarians will trust him anymore. The Zoroastrian Church could then use our breach of faith as a pretext to launch a large-scale attack.

The remaining experts—Yu Ni, Yu Hong, and Katrina—all possess level five strength, greatly increasing their chances of participating in the duel. However, if the enemy breaches the northeastern mountain wall and storms into the city, then… Even if we win all five battles here, it will be meaningless.

The only question is: how strong are the enemy's experts? And how are they deployed? How many experts are in the assault team attacking the northeastern cliff?

These questions are undoubtedly important, but unfortunately, we have no way of knowing due to a severe lack of intelligence. After an emergency discussion, we finally confirmed our contingency plan.

Fang Qingshu and Katrina will stay behind to handle the situation. We will also select three more Winged Clan experts to fight alongside us. With two experts at level five or above in the lineup, victory is indeed risky, but not hopeless.

Yu Ni and Yu Hong will head straight for the northeastern cliff. The two sisters are of one mind, and their teamwork is far superior to others. If they stay to fight the enemy, they will have to fight separately. It is better for them to defend the northeastern cliff, where they can achieve a higher level of effectiveness. If we can defeat the enemy in a short time, we should return as soon as possible to participate in the competition and fight in the fourth and fifth duels.

With the assignments made, everyone acted according to the plan. I knew things would not be easy, but the harshness of the reality was even greater than I had anticipated.

In the first battle, Chief Katrina led the charge. As is customary, the vanguard rarely fielded top-tier warriors, and we capitalized on this mindset. Coupled with Katrina's own strength, she summoned a level-five beast demon and a blood-red fiery eagle, defeating the opponent's beast demon and securing victory.

The second battle was less fortunate. Although the winged female warriors fought valiantly, the vast difference in strength meant they were easily and severely injured by the opponent's beast demon, losing the first round.

The third battle was unforgiving; Fang Qingshu personally entered the fray to fight the enemy beast demon. In this battle, there was no reason for us to lose. From the moment he entered the arena, Fang Qingshu displayed his formidable skill. Without even drawing his sword, he casually swung it, forcing the tiger-shaped beast demon lurking underground to leap up and down, unable to launch an attack.

Victory is easy, but the problem is that even if we win, our record will be two wins and one loss. The odds of winning the next two battles are slim. The ideal strategy is to hold out until the Japanese return. However, the enemy's strength is unknown, and the Japanese might not be able to afford to delay. Delaying might not be advantageous for us either. If the Japanese army collapses, and Fang Qingshu and Katrina are trapped here, unable to provide reinforcements, and the enemy attacks directly from the northeast into the empty Skeva City, then everything will be lost.

Fang Qingshu isn't stupid; I know he must be thinking about these problems too. But because he can't decide, he can only wage a war of attrition against the beast demons before him.

After a few moments, what we've been waiting for finally comes to pass. After several piercing explosions, tricolor fireworks burst into the sky—the signal that Yu Ni and Yu Hong had agreed upon before their departure.

Upon seeing the fireworks, the enemy camp naturally realized the attack had changed, their faces turning extremely grim. Our faces were also grim, because the information revealed by the fireworks indicated that the two Japanese soldiers had successfully repelled the surprise attack, but for some reason, they couldn't arrive to participate in the battle. We were destined to lose the last two decisive matches.

Although we weren't so pathetic as to surrender the city, the loss of all five outer defenses, forcing us to retreat into the city, was still extremely disadvantageous. Fang Qingshu understood this, his expression turning serious, his shoulders slumping, his longsword weakly tapping the ground.

Perhaps believing that a swordsman lacking killing intent was not a threat, the tiger-shaped beast roared and launched an attack from underground, its momentum formidable, but it was an absolutely wrong decision.

The sword flashed, the sword gleamed, the sword's cry like a dragon's roar, the instantaneous sharpness of the sword, like sunlight, blinding everyone. When our vision returned, the tiger-shaped beast had been cut into four pieces, its form slowly dissipating.

The beast demon's power was roughly equivalent to a fourth-level expert. While others might struggle to handle it, Fang Qingshu's martial arts skills made killing it with a single sword strike easy. However, when the circular barrier forming the dueling arena was shattered by the residual force of his sword, the ground overturned, revealing the beast demon's gruesome corpse, a series of gasps erupted from the enemy camp. Overwhelmed by the power of this divine sword, their already grim expressions darkened further.

Fang Qingshu, having achieved his goal, returned to his own camp without saying much. Undoubtedly, his sword strike had intimidated the enemy and greatly boosted his own morale. However, this overwhelming momentum couldn't be maintained. The winged female warrior who had entered the fourth battle was quickly defeated and forced to retreat. Fortunately, the enemy, still shaken by the earlier sword strike, hesitated and didn't torture the defeated female prisoner before releasing her.

I heard Mao Yan'an say that Beast Magic was originally created for women's protection, summoning powerful beasts to protect the frail women who were not suited for martial arts. Therefore, the top Beast Magic users are all women. The Feathered Clan is entirely composed of women, which should theoretically give them a huge advantage. However, apart from Katrina and Neon, all the Feathered Clan female warriors I saw used support beasts with little offensive capability, posing little threat to the enemy. It was truly disheartening.

The final fifth battle should have been our last chance to win, but unfortunately, we lacked the ability to seize it. We were about to concede defeat, but Katrina still intended to send a warrior into the arena to end the competition with dignity.

"Hey, this is our last chance. Don't you want to prove yourself?"

Mao Yan'an, who had been useless and panting on the sidelines, whispered in my ear, "Don't forget, if we're going to rescue Ah Xue, you have to prove yourself in this battle!"

Of course, I knew that. The problem was, this wasn't a free-for-all where I could just find some orcs to slaughter. It was a true duel between experts, where the strongest would win, no fancy tricks. If I were to go down like this, wouldn't that be suicide?

Thinking back on my cards, besides the divine weapon Hyakki Maru, I only had the Beast King Fist that I had just mastered. In terms of pure power, with my current aptitude and cultivation, I could only unleash the fourth level of this technique. But going into battle without time to adjust and practice would likely be disastrous.

The so-called Beast King Fist is actually a method of transforming into a beast to utilize the powerful strength of the beast race. Its effects become more concrete as one completes the third level of power. In other words, as long as I practice according to the method, I can transform a part of my body into a beast, such as turning my arms into tiger claws or bear paws, striking with ten times the normal force.

Both attack power and resistance are greatly increased, but before I've actually used it, I'm unsure of the true extent of its power. A peerless martial art isn't necessarily suitable for everyone, especially one that's only in its nascent stage. I know myself well; in terms of martial arts alone, I wouldn't fare well in this kind of competition.

"It's a pity you don't know beast magic. Otherwise, you could go in once, and the beast demon could go in once, and you could take down two enemies separately. Wouldn't that be much more efficient?"

Unable to provoke me, Mao Yan'an turned to Fang Qingshu, proposing a meaningless hypothetical scenario. Humans are unlikely to learn beast magic, and even if they could, such a combat tactic would be unacceptable to the enemy.

However, beast magic…

an idea suddenly flashed through my mind. Although I wasn't sure about the success rate, it was still a way. I didn't want to play the hero, but the risk was worth taking. After all, if Skeva Song Tower City fell, it wouldn't benefit me either.

“Clan leader, please let me participate in the fifth battle.”

Everyone looked at me with disbelief at my volunteering.

“To prove the innocence of my master and me, I have to do something. Anyway, you didn't expect to win the fifth battle. Rather than injuring another Feather Clan expert, it's better to let me, an outsider, participate.”

I'm a selfish person, so I could see through people's selfishness perfectly. After I said that, everyone had no objections. With Katrina's permission, I, an outsider, represented the Feather Clan to face the inevitable defeat in the fifth battle.

Perhaps it was just for show, but before I went down, Fang Qingshu came to me and sincerely said, “Be careful, take care,” which warmed my heart. But compared to this pretty boy, the other uncle was a real scoundrel.

That guy Mao Yan'an was actually whistling and cheering me on from behind, shouting sarcastic remarks like, "Nephew, keep it up! I'm rooting for you!" If I can get back later, I definitely won't let him off easily.

"Former Instructor of the Royal Guard of the Kingdom of Alibuda, the Beast Demon Envoy Lan Diao, has come to aid the Feathered Clan, seeking to exchange some secrets of beast magic with the experts of the Fire Worship Cult. Please enlighten me."

Imitating Fang Qingshu's challenge, my words after stepping forward caused another stir in the orc camp. Although not as powerful as the Golden Finch Federation, the Kingdom of Alibuda was still a military powerhouse on the land. Someone who could serve as an instructor in the Royal Guard must be quite skilled.

And my confident self-proclaimed title of Beast Demon Envoy was even more extraordinary. Beast magic was originally a unique art created specifically for orcs. Beasts that absorb a large amount of their host's life force are far beyond what humans can afford. Although there are many extraordinary people in the Zoroastrian Church, it is unlikely that one of them is a human who can use beast magic. Now I am going to use beast magic to learn from these top beast magic users. Not to mention the Zoroastrian Church, even my "allies" are whispering incessantly.

Perhaps because I've seen so many top masters, I'm quite confident in my ability to feign skill. However, although I appear calm on the surface, I'm genuinely nervous inside. My planned risky tactic doesn't have a high chance of success.

But I have no other choice. Judging from the fireworks, Neon might be injured, which is even more disadvantageous for our already manpower-deficient side. If we lose this duel and the Zoroastrians besiege the city, I won't even have a chance to escape. Since I have a risky tactic to use, I might as well give it a shot. If I fail, I should be able to surrender and save my life using my rudimentary Beast King Fist, right?

"There are actually humans in the world who can use beast magic? This can't be ignored. I'll personally learn a thing or two."

A rustling sound came from the ground—the sound of a snake's body scraping against the earth. The representative of the Zoroastrians' fifth battle was none other than their current leader, the snake priestess Natasha.

Seeing the enemy leader personally engage in battle, I wasn't particularly nervous, as this was still within my expectations. And as long as beast magic was used, regardless of strength, the success rate of my plan remained unchanged; in fact, the more skilled the opponent, the easier it was for them to fall for the

trap. However, I couldn't help but swallow hard, as if admiring the female body before me. Although only her upper body was visible, the swaying of her waist conjured images of her incredible flexibility during intimate moments, and the sheer pleasure she could provide.

As a priestess, Natasha wore various strange adornments: a pair of intricately carved golden bracers on her wrists, matching the totem tattoo on her left arm; different colored gemstone rings on her ten fingers, emitting a strange iridescent light, seemingly some kind of magical aid; and a white bone staff in her right hand, made from the bones of some unknown creature, topped with a chillingly white skull.

But none of these could compare to the bodice she wore on her chest. Neither silk nor cloth, but two folded, emerald-green banana leaves wrapped around her full breasts. Although a 33C size wasn't anything special among the beauties I knew, the glimpses of snow-white skin peeking out from the banana leaf bodice gave off a wild and untamed beauty about this blue-haired woman. Regardless of the outcome of a fight with her, observing her up close would be a pleasure.

As long as that snake tail doesn't poke me…

"We snake women have always held the greatest respect for those who defy the heavens and are indomitable heroes. Hero Lan has come from afar, from Alibuda, so let me experience the brilliance of this exotic art."

Perhaps due to the linguistic characteristics of the southern barbarians, Natasha's polite words sounded somewhat incoherent. Her mention of exotic art clearly indicated her disbelief that I could perform beast magic, a valid assumption, since I indeed couldn't.

As Natasha spoke, the beastmen behind her shouted encouragement, but most of them, while shouting, also had their eyes fixed on the female leader's alluring figure, revealing obvious lust. In some ways, I admire them quite a bit, because just thinking about how to truly ecstasy with this snake-woman makes me break out in a cold sweat.

"To show respect to our distinguished guest, using some third-rate beast demon would be a laughingstock,"

Natasha said with a light smile. "In the name of the snake-woman priest, I command, Zlilanka, come forth!"

The basic structure of beast demon summoning is to first state the summoner, then the name of the beast demon to be summoned. The name she used for summoning was "snake-woman priest," not her real name "Natasha," indicating that this was a beast demon specifically summoned by a snake-woman priest. As for what "Zlilanka" meant, I didn't know, but it was probably a code word for some kind of ferocious beast, to avoid shouting it out loud and giving the enemy a chance to prepare.

(I had to act; waiting for the beast demon to appear would be too late…)

Before Natasha's beast demon appeared, I secretly formed a hand seal with my right hand and muttered incantations from the Gripardorn spellbook.

"Ancient spirits of desire, I, in the name of John Farrell, make a pact with you! Lend me your power, submit to me, manifest yourself, come forth, God of Hell Lust!"

Surpassing lewd insects, lewd spirits, and lewd beasts, the God of Hell Lust is arguably the ultimate summoning technique in the Grippadorn spellbook. Since mastering it through Zhizhi, I've never used it. Its true power is about to be revealed.

Suddenly, a ring of fire ignited around Natasha, followed by a deafening roar, and a colossal figure appeared amidst raging flames.

It was a two-headed giant. A full four feet tall, its fists alone were as large as my body; its crimson single eye on its forehead resembled two enormous lamps; its bronze skin was covered in a layer of resin, incredibly hard and unbreakable, impervious to ordinary weapons. It mustn't be harmed; its lower body was surrounded by bark peeled from an ancient, almost sacred, steel-needle pine.

The sources of beast demons, besides directly processing the eggs and larvae of creatures into beast demon eggs, are the corpses and souls of wild beasts used for their creation. I believe this two-headed giant's creation method belongs to the latter; when the snake clan captured and killed him, countless people were injured.

This kind of brute force, brutal, and direct type of powerful beast demon clearly enjoyed the support of the beastmen, and cheers resounded. The winged female warriors, however, all shook their heads, treating me as if I were dead.

The two-headed giant appeared and immediately let out a deafening roar, his left foot slamming heavily into the ground. The sound waves and shockwaves caused the surrounding trees to shake, startling all the beasts, especially the distinctive carnivorous stench, which made me, the closest to him, groan in agony.

"In the name of the Blue Eagle, I command you, Water and Fire Spider, emerge!"

The words were shouted loudly, but were ultimately meaningless, for I knew neither beast magic nor possessed any beast demons. The truly effective incantation was the summoning of the God of Lust that I had previously whispered. However, as soon as I shouted this, a giant spider, half a person's height, emerged from the void. Both sides were astonished, unable to believe that I could actually use beast magic in human form.

Their shock was understandable, because unless one was a descendant of the Grippadorn spellbook, no one would know that Famit had once taken a shortcut, creating a technique similar to beast magic. The wondrous summoning of the lustful god.

Using it for the first time, I didn't know how to command it, so I made a few random hand gestures. The demonic spider, seemingly guided by its own will, moved towards the two-headed giant.

The arena wasn't very large, and for a large beast like the two-headed giant, it felt even smaller. The demonic spider moved quickly, and just as the two sides were about to clash, the two-headed giant's face, which contained nothing but rage, first showed confusion, then gradually turned into obvious fear, and then, as if it had seen something extremely terrifying, it retreated step by step.

The cheers of the beastmen stopped, their faces filled with bewilderment and confusion; they couldn't understand... Why was the ferocious two-headed giant so easily cornered by a spider? According to their understanding, even highly venomous insects wouldn't deter the two-headed giant.

Natasha's expression grew increasingly serious. With her profound knowledge of beast magic, she should know that many powerful beast demons appeared in spider form and were not to be underestimated. However, even she couldn't immediately decipher the intricacies of the situation.

The two-headed giant's fear wasn't due to the poison, but rather because the "dragon" spider's predecessor was the Water-Fire Demon Dragon, one of the pure-blooded dragon races. Although it had been refined with Zhizhi's soul, its fundamental characteristics remained... It still exists. All adventurers know that other creatures experience a fear known as "Dragon Fear" when facing dragons, and this fear is stronger the more primitive the creature.

Against a powerful opponent, my newly born lustful god might not be effective, but against a beast demon, if I can properly utilize "Dragon Fear," I have a chance of achieving some degree of victory.

Sure enough, due to the inherent biological advantage, the two-headed giant was at a disadvantage in its confrontation with the dragon spider. Despite Natasha's repeated whistling and urging, it dared not advance to fight. Finally, Natasha frowned, her face filled with murderous intent, as if about to deliver a fatal blow.

"Hey! Beast demon battles have their rules; interfering is not a good idea!"

Taking advantage of Natasha's distraction, her attention drawn to the beast-demon battle, I closed in on her. Without a word, I unleashed the Hundred Demon Pill and struck with my sword.

Natasha had intended to unleash a spell to force the two-headed giant to retaliate, but my interruption prevented her from achieving her goal. Although the two-headed giant swung its massive wooden club down at the dragon spider, its momentum faltered mid-strike. The agile dragon spider leaped and flipped, landing on the club and then darting onto the giant's arm.

"You!"

Natasha's martial arts were formidable; my sudden strike had failed to harm her. A furious roar followed, accompanied by a strange whooshing sound, as the massive, bucket-thick snake tail lashed out at me. The force of this impact was no less than that of a hammer or mace; a hit would be fatal, if not fatal.

However, this was still within the risks I had anticipated.

"It's up to you now, Beast King Fist. Brahma Elephant Skin Technique!"

Using the newly learned Beast King Fist with all my might, a strong, wild beast scent emanated from me. My body became as tough as elephant hide, yet incredibly flexible, dissipating most of the force of the snake tail's impact, preventing serious injury. I just landed awkwardly, rolling seventeen or eighteen times, my face bruised and swollen, even my teeth seemed a little unsteady.

"Beast King Fist? Why would a human know Beast King Fist? And... so authentically..."

This question resounded not only among Natasha's followers, but also throughout the Zoroastrian camp. But whatever they wanted to say, it was too late.

The two-headed giant, bitten twice by the dragon spider, simultaneously suffered from the combined effects of ice and fire, the absolute temperature difference, and the deadly poison. Even a ferocious beast like the two-headed giant could only be pulverized.

In this battle, we ultimately won!

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