Chapter 143: The Crusade Against the Demon King
In the Demon King’s lair.
The brave George and the saintly maiden Jenna stood ready, while ahead of them, the Demon King Jima spread her wings and smiled, showing no signs of desperation despite being cornered.
Demon King Jima faced two challengers alone. The elf archer Eve Frostleaf from the expedition team had not come. She had said she was tired and wanted to sleep, and brave George nodded, not persuading her to stay.
Though the forces of justice had a numerical advantage, saintly maiden Jenna’s face was grave. She knew all too well that the Demon King Jima was unfathomable.
Demon King Jima had once disguised herself as Jenna’s teacher, attempting to corrupt her and turn her against brave George. Thanks to George’s efforts, Jima’s insidious plan had failed.
Jenna had to admit that as far as knowledge went, Demon King Jima was extremely well-versed, and her combat prowess was formidable. In several training sessions, Jenna had faced defeat, while Jima had handled herself effortlessly.
“Hehe, choosing to fight me is the biggest mistake you’ve made, George.” Demon King Jima pointed at George, her tail curling around her black sword, extending her long tongue to lick the blade’s tip. “I know your weakness is the sword of the tail.”
Jenna’s expression grew graver.
“Don’t be afraid, Jenna,” George said. “Before coming here, I read a book.”
“But you only read for less than an hour.”
“That’s enough.” George clenched his fists and crouched slightly.
Jenna hugged the holy sword tightly against her chest and asked, “Should I draw the sword directly?”
“No, dealing with a seasoned opponent like her requires more foreplay; we can’t just jump in swinging swords.”
Demon King Jima clapped her hands and laughed: “Congratulations on grasping such a simplistic idea! Hmph, it wouldn’t be interesting if you lost right away. And don’t beg for mercy later.”
With that, Demon King Jima also took a stance.
Without further ado, the fight began.
George stepped forward, throwing several punches towards Demon King Jima, who wielded her tail sword to coil, wrap, and evade, surprisingly holding her ground.
“Ah.”
Demon King Jima exposed an opening, and George landed a punch squarely on her chest, making her stagger back three steps. She steadied herself, her body flushed with rising energy, sweat pouring down and soaking the ground beneath her.
“‘Nine Yin True Classics’?!”
“That’s right.”
“You actually gave him the ‘Nine Yin True Classics’?”
Jenna nodded. “I left it in his room yesterday.”
“So you mean he only read for about an hour today.” Demon King Jima’s expression changed; someone could improve so significantly in just an hour—the boy’s talent was frightening.
If she didn’t resolve this swiftly, he would only grow stronger.
Demon King Jima opened her mouth, extending her pink tongue, agile as a snake, filled with venom, famously known in the underworld as the Soul-Consuming Snake. As the name suggests, once entangled, no matter how sturdy someone might be, they would find themselves weakened and helpless.
George stretched out his hand. “Give me the sword.”
“Okay.” Jenna’s warm hands brought the holy sword to George.
He pulled the sword from her grasp with a crisp sound, now holding the straight and shining holy sword, its tip pointed directly at the robust chest of Demon King Jima.
The sword was coated in a layer of white holy water, made by Jenna herself, containing strong positive energy—just the weapon needed to deal with Demon King Jima.
“Hehe, tonight, let’s see whether my Soul-Consuming Snake is stronger or your holy sword.”
George grabbed the sword firmly, employing half-sword techniques, essentially wielding the giant sword like a spear, charging straight toward Demon King Jima with Jenna’s blessing.
The two battled fiercely for a full fifteen minutes, venom splattering and sweat pouring down.
However, even surrounded by the two, Demon King Jima faced a humiliating defeat. Taking advantage, brave George pressed on, driving the sword straight into her mouth.
The holy sword radiated divine light, with scorching holy energy searing Demon King Jima’s insides.
“Mmm mmm mmm!” Demon King Jima tried to turn her head away.
But George held on tightly to her horn, refusing to let go, allowing the holy light to purify her wicked and dark soul.
She wanted to escape, but Jenna hugged her from behind, restraining her body.
Until the light of the holy sword dimmed, George withdrew the sword, droplets of liquid falling from it.
Although severely wounded and sweating profusely, Demon King Jima managed to break free, weakly smiling:
“Hehe, did you forget that I can’t be killed? My mouth is not my weakness, and you’re too young—you wasted too much holy light on my mouth.”
Only holy light could destroy the vile source of evil before them—the amalgamation of wickedness that was Demon King Jima.
“Try and see how much holy light I have.”
Without mercy, George thrust the holy sword at the severely injured Demon King Jima.
Jenna timed her move perfectly, stepping in to embrace Demon King Jima from behind, pushing her forward to open her defenses.
The holy sword pierced her abdomen.
Demon King Jima turned her head to the side: “Damn, you two work too well together.”
She gritted her teeth, attempting to resist with her inner strength, but under repeated strikes, she found it increasingly difficult to hold on.
“No… I can’t continue…”
Exhausted of her inner strength, her body softened, and she found herself on the verge of losing control, her entire being overheating.
“Stop, quick… Ah!!!”
The holy sword burst forth with divine light again, burning fiercely, causing the battle-harden
