62 The Cavalry (1/2)
Seeing the situation turn grim; Yang Guang did not fell into despair, he never once did. The rattan pole in his hands was raised up and towards the Burning Death Monarch, then he laughed at the damn creature.
”Merely a rank 9 and you dare to face me?”
”Even Ryageroo can't kill me, so tell me what can you do?”
Dust rose and Yang Guang disappeared from his spot; the rattan pole then swung down onto the Burning Death Monarch, the strike pushed the damn creature into the ground.
Swoosh
Before any of the Combusting Skulls can react to Yang Guang's attack, he had already swung the rattan pole to the side of the Burning Death Monarch.
The Burning Death Monarch then tumbled away from Yang Guang, who is now dashing back towards the gate.
A few Combusting Skulls decided to sneak through the gate while their leader is dealing with Yang Guang.
Fear Lock
Just like the Burning Death Monarch, those Combusting Skulls froze on the spot and with a swing from the Natural Bo Staff all of them dispersed into nothingness.
”Don't come at me…”
”Because I will come to you!”
Moving his arms in a frenzied manner, Yang Guang took out groups of Combusting Skull with each attack but it was not good enough as the Burning Death Monarch rammed into his body.
The sound of flesh sizzling would usually invoke the image of meat being cook, yet all Yang Guang could think of is the anger from hearing his body being cooked alive.
”Fuck off.”
Yang Guang rammed his fist into the Burning Death Monarch's face, the punch pushed back the both of them but the onslaught from Yang Guang did not stop there.
BAM
BAM
BAM
Yang Guang kept on striking the head of the Burning Death Monarch, once, twice, thrice, he did not stop for a second until he ended it all with a kick that sends the damn creature flying far.
Dragging his battered body back to the front gate, Yang Guang stabbed his rattan pole into the ground to make a stance.
Although the Combusting Skulls are afraid of Yang Guang they still inched forward towards the gate, they knew it is the end of the road for the young hunter.
'Damn it… I think I just might die.'
”Dear spirit, be cleanse from malevolent intent.”