Chapter 14: Oh My, This Shouldn't Be Applauded

What would happen if a person was stabbed in the stomach?

Firstly, there would surely be a significant amount of blood loss. Without timely stemming of the bleeding, the person might die from excessive blood loss.

Then, there would be damage to internal organs. If the knife wound was deep enough, it might cause organs to rupture and intestinal contents to leak into the abdominal cavity, which would ultimately lead to death.

But what would happen if a potato received a stab?

It seemed like nothing much would happen. Just that if this potato were for sale in the supermarket, it would likely be left until the last by picky customers.

Thud.

A potato plant fell onto the blood-stained ground. This potato plant seemed to be of normal size, just like any other wild potato plants one might find in the wilderness.

However, the branches of this potato seemed particularly crisp, and the few potatoes on its roots were as round and lustrous as white jade.

Just that there was a gash on one of the potatoes that went straight through it.

This once mortal wound now had no effect on its life.

The scout looked at the potato plant on the ground in astonishment, then raised his curved dagger. He had clearly seen that person turned into this potato plant.

He had no idea why this person had turned into potatoes, but he didn't need to know, nor did he need to care. All he knew was that he needed to slaughter all enemies who dared resist the true king.

He swung his dagger down; even if it was just a potato, he would chop it up into shreds.

At this moment, an unexpected change took place.

ROAR!

A deafening roar erupted, and the harmless potato sprout instantly expanded, transforming in the blink of an eye into a terrifying giant bear several meters tall.

The bear's fur was a vibrant green, and it had a horn on its head that shone like a diamond. Its muscles were bulging, and between the fur, there seemed to be a luminescent glow.

Even stranger still, for some reason, there seemed to be a patch of fur missing from the bear's belly.

The scout, originally intending to chop the potatoes on the ground, hadn't anticipated this transformation and couldn't turn away in time. He could only look up helplessly as a huge bear paw came crashing down on his head.

Crunch.

Under that glowing green bear paw, the scout was flattened without resistance, like garlic on a chopping board.

Seeing blood splatter beneath his paw, Liu Ji—or rather, the entire bear—was stunned. He slowly lifted his paw, only to see fresh blood, shriveled skin, and a section of severed intestine trickling down.

There was a surge of acid reflux.

"Blergh!!"

The steamed meat he had just consumed and not yet digested was vomited out.

Liu Ji staggered back a few steps and collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, but then felt another wave of cramps in his stomach and puked once more.

Yaine had a complicated expression as she saw Liu Ji retch continuously.

But it was just a glance, and she quickly returned her attention elsewhere.

Though her crisis had been temporarily resolved, it wasn't yet time to be distracted.

She continued chanting her incantation, and the magic around her began to flow once again.

Although there had been a pause, she hadn't completely stopped chanting. Now that she was continuing, her final incantation was completed in just a few seconds.

Then, she raised her staff high and pointed it at the enemy mage floating in the air protected by the shield guards.

A black magic array expanded in midair, with symbols of destruction positioned in all directions, and a trembling thunder gathered from the void.

Rumble, rumble.

Black lightning tore through the sky, directly targeting the opposing mage and the shield guards before him.

The shield guards did not evade; they fulfilled their duty, raising their shields to meet the lightning head-on.

Their massive golden shields shimmered with a dazzling light, and their orange-red cloaks flared up like flames.

However, against the relentless black thunder, all these defenses seemed so fragile.

The cloak caught fire and soon turned to ashes. The giant shields shattered, and before the shield guards could react, they were obliterated by the lightning.

Eventually, the mage and cleric hidden behind the shields were turned into ashes when the shields crumbled.

Mervant, who was nearby, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

He had been unable to locate the positions of the enemy scouts and had been worried about Yaine.

But since she had successfully unleashed her spell, there seemed to be no problem.

Now, he just needed to clean up the battlefield, and they could all return and have a good meal.

With a swing of his long sword and black dragon wings unfurling behind him, Mervant became a black blur that streaked toward the other side of the battlefield.

An archer, who was still eagerly firing at Osar, hadn't even reacted before Mervant sliced through his neck.

The other archer did notice Mervant as a result. However, the only advantage he gained was being aware of his own impending demise.

First flash; an arrow was struck down.

Second flash; the bow was cut through.

Third flash; a head was severed from a body.

The headless corpse crashed to the ground, blood gushing out from the carotid artery.

With the loss of the cleric and shield guards, the two archers were as vulnerable as weevils before Mervant.

No longer restrained by the archers, Osar finally switched from defense to offense. Having been frustrated throughout the battle, he now unleashed his fury, fiercely assaulting the two elite warriors.

Fist against fist, he pounded until his opponents' knuckles shattered.

Leg against leg, he kicked until his opponents' leg bones broke.

When knuckles and leg bones were shattered, Osar continued pounding them until paralysis.

Unleashing his fists and feet, Osar displayed his astonishing physical strength, brutally beating the two elite warriors into crumpled heaps with his extremely aggressive attacks.

Even after the two warriors were left gasping for air, unable to breathe in, Osar still grabbed them and violently smashed them against the hard cliff wall, turning these brave elite warriors into battered rags.

It was evident that having been suppressed in a four-on-one fight for the entire battle, he had a considerable amount of pent-up rage.

"Vented enough?" Mervant landed beside Osar, flicked the blood off his sword, then sheathed it.

"Huff… I guess so." Osar exhaled deeply, casually pulling out a broken arrow stuck in his body. "I just moved a pile of logs before this, and I was running low on energy. Lucky for me, support from you guys came just in time."

"Yeah, I also misjudged a bit." Mervant looked at the charred fragments of shields on the ground far away. "Without Cali here, getting past their guards was tougher than I thought…"

"Ha, so Girunini was spot on?" Osar chuckled as he nudged Mervant. "Could it be that our invincible Lord Mervant has really been spoiled by Calidora?"

"Pfft, cut it out. That fellow could talk a bird out of a tree." Mervant dismissively brushed off Osar's arm.

"Yeah, she could probably talk a whole flock out." Osar sighed. "But honestly, it's quite lonely without her around."

"Yeah… you're right." Mervant gazed toward the vast wasteland. "I wonder how they are doing now.

"Stay safe, you guys…"

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