CHAPTER 389: MO NING (1/2)

The moment I agreed to the deathmatch and the other two Overlords agreed to be witnesses, the shadowy Nightmare Steed called out that name.

A moment later, a shapely Purgatory Warhorse trotted out from the pack. Each step she took was neither too wide nor too narrow -just an average step you would expect from a horse. Yet for some strange reason, they seemed elegant like a catwalk.

This particular Warhorse had an alluring figure, one more beautiful than any other Warhorse I had seen so far. One that was slender yet bursting with strength. While I wasn’t too sure why the word alluring popped into my head when describing her, it just felt fitting.

Most Purgatory Warhorses had black fur with some odd streaks of red here and there. Yet this Mo Ning was fully red. With each step she took, it seemed like a blazing ball of fire was approaching me.

“Greetings, clan heads. As well as the two Overlords from outside the clan.” As she said that, she bowed towards the three Overlords from her clan then greeted the Overlord Purgatory Shadowcat and the Overlord Cerberus.

From start to end, she never once turned to look at me… was I unnecessary here? Still, that voice was definitely a female’s.

“Mo Ning, we just came to an agreement. This will be your opponent.” The shadowy Nightmare Steed turned towards me then. “Devil, she will be your opponent. Mo Ning.”

“She’s a Five-star?” Normally, one could gauge a Purgatory creature’s strength by their body size. This Mo Ning was definitely larger than an average Purgatory Warhorse, but only by a little. Her strength shouldn’t be too high. Perhaps a Four-star instead?

“I know your real strength is only at the level of a Four-star, so we won’t bully you either. Mo Ning here is a Five-star.” Having said that, the corporeal Nightmare Steed’s mouth cracked open to reveal a toothy grin as if he was mocking me. “If you can defeat her, we’ll give you the right to freely recruit within our clan.”

‘What do you mean you won’t bully me…you already know I’m a Four-star yet you still got a Five-star to come fight me. You horses are just as shameless as that blasted cat!’

Even so, I wasn’t all too worried. I still had the Devil King Idol, after all. I just had to step on her.

“Fine. Let’s begin then.”

With that declaration, the curtain on this battle was raised. I turned around to try and enter my Devil King Idol. Yet just as I was about to do so, a black silhouette flashed before my eyes. There stood an upright, oversized cat Overlord blocking my way. Initially, I thought it would be the corporeal Nightmare Steed who would try and hinder me. I even prepared a whole speech about how a good horse doesn’t get in the way. Thankfully, I stopped myself right in the nick of time.

The Overlord cat didn’t answer me directly. Instead, he asked an unexpected question, “And where do you plan on going exactly?”

“To the Devil King Idol, of course.” I pointed at the twenty meter tall golem nearby. “I still have a fight to win, after all. Since they are bringing out a Five-star, I have to bring out my trump cards as well.”

At that point, the Overlord cat sighed and gave me that knowing smile as if he knew this would happen. “You can’t.”

Seeing that, my heart froze. “What do you mean I can’t?”

“Because that golem you call Devil King Idol is a machine of war.” The Hellhounds’ clan head patiently explained. “Deathmatches are sacred fights. You are only permitted to use whatever weapons or armors you possess, but not tools like machines of war. Also, you can’t use consumables.”

“So you mean I can’t use anything other than normal weaponry and armor?”

“That’s right.” The Hellhounds’ clan head and the Overlord cat both agreed at the same time.

‘Fishcakes…you two traitors! Aren’t we supposed to be on the same side? Those Warhorses over there didn’t even make a sound when I walked towards the Devil King Idol, and you two actually… I swear!’

Now, we had a problem. Without the Devil King Idol, could I even beat a Five-star Purgatory Warhorse? I was confident I could put up a fight, but I wasn’t all that confident about winning. Strictly speaking, ever since I evolved into a Fallen Angel, I had only personally taken part in one battle -that fight with the Demonic Fire Sprite and that giant fish.

However, because of that fight, I was able to discover several interesting battle tactics.

Up till now, I had always wanted to fight a suitable opponent that wasn’t too weak or too strong. Unfortunately, all the opponents I faced up till now fell into one of those two categories. Thanks to that, I either had no interest or dared not hold any interest in fighting them. This deathmatch could be said to be a test for my new self.

Speaking of which, to think I was actually hindered by the experts I brought over myself… such an embarrassment.