Sword Among Us c1-1268

by Black Swordsman Online

  Death aura surrounded them, and their presence was astonishing!

  Behind those zombies was a huge zombie that was as thin as a stick. It was a Skeleton Demon with a deformed body. It looked around mechanically, its black pupils letting out terrifying sparks.

  Chapter 167 - Hunting Down the Thousand Year Corpse King

  Whoosh! Whoosh!

  Zombies dressed in gray and coarse coats and who looked evil shot over from the distance. They stopped near Corpse Grave. Then, the timid Little North carefully crawled out from behind a tomb that was not too far away. He stared at the deformed corpse king that stood among the large group of zombies ahead of him.

  He could sense a very thick and dangerous presence coming out from it. He gulped while feeling wary and approached Happy with anxiousness and doubt.

  "Big Brother Happy…"

  "You sure came quick."

  "Hehe."

  Little North had been very excited when he received Happy's messenger pigeon. But when he saw the situation before him, he suddenly felt a little afraid, and the urge to withdraw rose in him.

  "Big Brother Happy, um…" Little North looked nervous. His voice was slightly hoarse when he spoke while staring before them. "Did you ask me to come here… because you maybe, possibly wanted me to help you handle the Thousand Year Corpse King?"

  "You know the Thousand Year Corpse King as well?"

  Happy's eyebrows shot up, and he cast Little North a glance in slight surprise. Even though the youth belonged to Corpse Sect, the Thousand Year Corpse King was a guard banished from the sect. It did not belong to Corpse Sect. Logically, Little North should have never come into contact with it.

  "Ahem, please don't say anything about that." Little North sighed sadly. "Right when my two babies got to Blessed Realm, I came here once. At that time, I ran into the Thousand Year Corpse King. This monster is incredibly powerful, and one of my babies was torn to shreds. Fortunately, my legs were quick."

  While speaking, Little North observed Happy's reaction. 'I've poured my thoughts on the battle in a very heartfelt manner. He should get rid of that impractical idea now.'

  But against his expectations, Happy only nodded quietly when he heard it. He looked as if this was entirely expected.

  "The Thousand Year Corpse King is a powerful fighter in Mystical Realm. Its bones and tendons have been seeped in medicine and corpse poison for years, and it has long since mutated. Its strength will not lose to the powerful fighters in Life and Death Realm. It's only normal that it can tear apart a zombie in Blessed Realm."

  "Should we—"

  "I'll handle the Thousand Year Corpse King. You're in charge of helping me handle the zombies around it!" Happy knew what Little North was aiming for, so he explained, "The Thousand Year Corpse King can summon zombies, so while I'm fighting against it, I don't want even the shadow of another zombie enter my field of vision."

  "No problem!"

  When he heard that he did not need to personally deal with the Thousand Year Corpse King, Little North regained his happiness and agreed to Happy's request.

  However, when he turned his head around and saw the dozen or so zombies with extraordinary presences around the Thousand Year Corpse King, the smile on his face quickly fell. He started wallowing in self-pity and great anguish. "When I go back this time, I'll have to make more medicine to repair my two poor babies."

  All puppets had a durability rate, and it was very easy for them to be injured. Since zombies were unique puppets, once they were injured, they had to be submerged in the medicinal liquid created specially by Corpse Sect to be repaired.

  Every single time after he dealt with a few normal Mystical Realm zombies, Little North needed to repair his precious puppets. It was only minor things, but this time, after the upcoming fight, he would probably need to perform major repairs.

  However, in Little North's eyes, he was already lucky. It was still better than being completely destroyed by the Thousand Year Corpse King or Happy.

  Little North thought for a moment and commanded one of his fearless zombie puppets to jump toward the entrance of Corpse Grave.

  Thud! Thud!

  The Blessed Realm zombie continued jumping forward as if it did not know the meaning of death. In fact, even the Thousand Year Corpse King looked at it slightly.

  "Growl!"

  Three zombies seemed to have noticed the Thousand Year Corpse King's disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. They growled and left behind afterimages of themselves as they vanished from their spot to pounce on the Blessed Realm zombie.

  The offender, however, seemed to have noticed that danger was imminent. Its arms turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and it jumped to flee madly. However, it could not stop the Mystical Realm zombies from approaching it.

  Soon, the dozens of feet between them shortened until there was only around a dozen feet between them.

  A nauseous aura of the dead came wafting into the nostrils.

  The Blessed Realm zombie began to jump even more quickly and anxiously. Even Happy frowned as he watched. He originally thought that Little North could lure all the zombies away, but he did not expect that the zombies would act like professional guards and split their duties. They would leave behind a huge group of people to protect the Thousand Year Corpse King and only send three mooks to form a group to chase away the Blessed Realm zombie.

  "Have it stop running. Help me hold them back."

  When the Blessed Realm zombie lured the three Mystical Realm zombies to the area near the tombstone where Happy and Little North were, Happy patted Little North's shoulder and leapt out from behind the tombstone. He moved as quickly as lightning and went straight for the zombie at the very back.

  When it heard a new sound, the zombie reacted by turning its head around. Its arms moved around like wheels, and it left its group to head for Happy!

  "Perfect timing!" he roared!

  The saber glare on the Hundred-battle Saber in Happy's hand increased in brightness.

  He went up to receive the zombie's attack with his body, then extended his left hand outwards in the shape of a claw. He swung his Hundred-battle Saber downwards. When he completely ignored the fearsome blow directed at his c.h.e.s.t, it looked like he had decided to fight against the zombie with his life. Little North, who had been watching behind him, felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his c.h.e.s.t.

  But was that really the case?

  Was Happy truly going to risk his body to fight against a dead person whose body was so strong that it was at the level of a metal?

  What a joke!

  The moment the two of them clashed head-on, Happy's one single action made the tragic battle that was about to occur change completely.

  Dragon Capture!

  The zombie's black arms instantly fell into Happy's hand. His robes fluttered, and with a yank, he pulled the zombie to his side with minimal force. Because of it, the zombie looked as if it had delivered its neck to Happy's saber by its own volition.

  Happy helped himself to the zombie's neck. He lifted the saber and swung it down!

  Clang!

  The head did not fall.

  The neck was as sturdy as metal too. However, the zombie was sent skidding by the powerful slash. Two deep trenches were dug under its feet, and it did not snap out of its daze even after a long time had passed.

  Happy followed closely, like a shadow. Moments later, an astonishing glare shot out of his Hundred-battle Saber.

  Shing!

  With a whistle, a smooth, dazzling, dark-blue, circular saber glare that looked like a plate of blue pearls appeared in the air.

  Little North's gaze fixed on the moment when the zombie head flew high into the air. He s.u.c.k.e.d in a sharp breath, dumbfounded!

  The zombie stood on the spot for some time before it fell to the ground dejectedly.

  Little North stared at the zombie's head that rolled far into the distance. He did not manage to register the situation even after a long time had passed. If it
were not because his precious zombie was still jumping around and fleeing, he would have really thought that the zombie that had its head easily cut off was a Blessed Realm puppet that had yet to reach complete maturity.

  Happy did not pay any attention to Little North, who had just suffered a huge mental shock. He picked up the spoils of war that spilled over the ground and, without ever stopping, chased after the other zombies that had been brought to run around in circles.

  Tap, tap, tap, tap!

  Happy moved as if he was treading on clouds. His movements made it seem as if he was flying.

  Ting!

  A throwing knife bounced off the second zombie's head. The clear sound of metal clashing against something and the slight pain enraged the zombie. Its fleshless and terrifying face instantly turned to Happy!

  A foul smell entered his nostrils.

  Chapter 168 - Pressure

  Little North suffered a mental breakdown.

  The moment the first zombie was beautifully beheaded by Happy, he already felt like breaking down. But he still did his best to provide an explanation in his heart to convince himself that this was just a coincidence. How could a zombie with a body as tough as steel have its neck so easily cut off?

  But this happened three times in succession. Three zombie heads landed on the ground, and Little North suddenly felt that his precious zombies, which he had persisted in leveling up for around two months, had begun to shudder.

  Little North could say nothing about that, but Happy looked as if he had just done something very insignificant. He instinctively went to search for the spoils of war left on the zombies' bodies in a very calm manner, even if he found it to be a little disgusting.

  After some time, Happy got up while feeling a little gloomy.

  High-tier martial art manuals did not drop that easily. The three zombies did not give him a single high-tier martial art manual, but they did drop three low-tier Thousand Corpse Hands, along with an Iron Corpse Robe, some money, and a bottle of medicinal liquid that was used by zombies to repair their bodies.

  "For you."

  Happy very naturally tossed the medicinal liquid to Little North.

  The medicinal liquid landed near him, and it let out a clear sound when it rolled on the ground.

  'Hmm?'

  It was only then that Happy noticed that Little North's expression was a little too dumbfounded. He had his mouth hanging open, and he stood rooted to his spot with a blank gaze. He looked as if his soul had escaped from his body.

  'Oh no! My performance was a little too over-the-top!' Little North's reaction made his heart sink a little, and he rubbed his temples, feeling a headache brewing.

  In truth, he could not be blamed.

  Since Mystical Realm zombies had perfect bodies, very sturdy flesh, were filled with poison, and possessed the combat abilities from when they were still alive, they were incredibly dangerous and difficult to handle. It could be said that they were extremely unpopular among the players in Happy's previous life. In fact, no one wanted to use them to practice their martial arts.

  It was only during the later stages of the game that someone accidentally discovered that they had a fatal weakness —when the backs of their heads were struck hard, their sturdiness would be weakened to a certain degree, and their levels would be equivalent to that of a powerful martial artist who had yet to activate their body fortification technique. However, only the part on their necks would be weaker. Their other parts would still be as hard as steel.

  What he did just then was driven by pure instinct.

  Happy did not even think about using normal methods to kill a Mystical Realm zombie, because that would make him spend too much time. Also, the Thousand Year Corpse King was right in front of him, and because of his excitement, he forgot a few things.

  But fortunately, he had mentioned that he had fought zombies in other places before, so he soon regained his composure.

  "Hey! How long do you intend to stand around looking like an idiot?!"

  Little North finally moved a little, but he did not say anything. He turned his head around, looking like he was deeply hurt. His tone was full of anguish and resignation when he finally did open his mouth. "You mentioned that once zombies reach Mystical Realm, they'll be very difficult to destroy."

  "Then did I tell you that the weapon in my hands is a weapon that can easily break all masterpieces?"

  Happy easily made up a white lie, because he still did not want the secret of the zombies to be revealed so quickly. If that happened, he would affect the operation of the game to a certain degree, and it would also weaken his advantage and resources.

  "Ah!" Little North ran toward him in high spirits. "Really? Let me have a look!"

  He lowered his head to observe Happy's Hundred-battle Saber. Even though it was black and appeared very normal, the three slashes Happy had delivered just then seemed to have come out of a legendary sword. Little North looked at the Hundred-battle Saber as if he was looking at a national treasure. His gaze was filled with respect and reverence.

  "Go away, don't waste my time." Happy would definitely not allow him to continue looking at the saber. "Hurry up and lead the other zombies over here," he said impatiently.

  As he spoke, he went on guard. He made the decision to not let Little North watch his movements too clearly later. If he recorded them and uploaded on the net, the secret would definitely be noticed by some ambitious people.

  Also, while it was a small matter for him if the zombies' secret was discovered, it would be very problematic if Dragon Capture was discovered!

  It dealt no damage, but its crowd control abilities were very strong. If someone noticed it and announced it, he would lose the advantage of surprise, and it would also mean that he would lose a killing move.

  Happy gave a stern warning to Little North before they continued.

  Every single time after, Happy deliberately made Little North run far into the distance before he took any action. He would execute Dragon Capture, deliver a heavy blow, then a swift and clean beheading. Everything was done in one smooth motion.

  When there were only a few zombies left, the Thousand Year Corpse King finally noticed that something was wrong. Its black pupils flashed, and it suddenly vanished from behind the last few zombies.

  Since it was too quick, Little North did not notice what had happened straight away.

  When he eventually realized it, the Thousand Year Corpse King's skeletal-like deformed body had already appeared in front of the Blessed Realm zombie, blocking its path like a ghost. Its actions could not be seen clearly, but it gripped the Blessed Realm zombie's neck and lifted it off the ground as if it was a feather.

  It was only then that Little North noticed that something was wrong!

  His Blessed Realm zombie was just one hundred and sixty-five feet away from him. The Thousand Year Corpse King was very close to him right then, and with the slightest movement, he could attract the attention of the puppet killer at the peak of Mystical Realm.

  Clang!

  The Thousand Year Corpse King suddenly swung its right arm. A clear whistle of metal clashing against metal could be heard, and a throwing knife was knocked off its trajectory. It sank deep into the grave on the side.

  Creak!

  The corpse king's head was knocked to the side, and its black pupils moved.

  The figure of a young man in blue robes appeared in the Thousand Year Corpse King's black eyes. Its gaze focused, and a terrifying blue glare lit up.

  The Thousand Year Corpse King flung the Blessed Realm zombie in its hands away and vanished again.

  Bang!

  The dark blue saber glare suddenly changed directions and made a slash to the side. A loud and dull thud rose, and the Thousand Year Corpse King's figure was revealed before Happy.

  Happy did not have a good time though.

  The rebound that came from the Thousand Year Corpse King's arm nearly sent his weapon flying. His purlicue hurt, and he was sent
far away with his saber in hand. He took three continuous steps on the ground before he finally regained a steady footing.

  Happy did not have time to sigh about the terrifying power contained in the Thousand Year Corpse King's deformed body. The corpse king only shuddered a little before he vanished from where he stood.

  If Happy had not practiced his martial arts to the point that he no longer needed his eyes to observe his enemies from his previous life and could rely on the feeling of the airflow on his skin and his hearing to determine the changes around him, it would be very difficult for him to figure out the Thousand Year Corpse King's trajectory.

  Happy did not dare to meet the Thousand Year Corpse King's attacks head on again.

  Whoosh!

  He bent his knees and shot away. The gust that blew and tore at the air from the Thousand Year Corpse King's claws grazed his skin.

  The wind had passed just millimeters away from him! The bone-piercing chill and wind ripped five claw marks on Happy's blue robes! If he had been slightly slower, he might have already died.

  He dodged again!

  Boom!

  Five huge trenches were dug out in the burial mound by the Thousand Year Corpse King's lightning-fast claws. A fierce glint shone in its eyes, and it vanished again!

  The human fled, and the corpse gave chase. They never stopped moving!

  Little North was so worked up in the distance that his whole body trembled. There was actually someone who could catch up to the Thousand Year Corpse King's speed! But Little North was still rather worried.

  Running alone will not help Happy win against the Thousand Year Corpse King…

  Right when Little North thought that, a dark blue saber glare shone and cut at the spot where Happy had stayed for a moment. The arc looked like a roll of flowing cloth when it was executed.

  The Thousand Year Corpse King's figure appeared right at that moment, and its pure black eyes immediately filled with blue light!