Chapter 182: Beaten to a Pulp
Since Yuliya verified that the BOSS would level down if it left the area, her entire goal shifted to luring it out of the enhanced domain.
But this Nightmare God clearly belonged to the type that wouldn’t step out voluntarily.
You could see that back when it was still possessing the Undead King; even after being beaten up for an entire hour, it didn’t budge an inch.
Well, if you won’t come out on your own, I’ll just have to drag you out!
She powered through a piercing pain in her palm that almost made her heart stop, reducing her health to a mere twenty percent.
But no worries, mission accomplished!
Even a clay figure has its temper when chased around, ducking and dodging like a headless chicken.
Finally, the day for revenge had arrived.
I, Yuliya, never hold a grudge; I strike back right then and there!
Using her last two bl**d gems to restore her health, she had saved these for just this moment because they barely consumed any time to activate.
Now back to eighty percent health and half her mana, she had basically regained all her combat power.
Meanwhile, the Nightmare God, Yekis, finally realized it was in deep trouble.
It wasn’t because it was scared of this little guy from the Golden Tribe, but the diminishing power made it pretty irritated.
Snapping back from its raging fury, it set off towards the BOSS area without a second thought.
Just as it climbed over the wall and hadn’t fully steadied itself, a crisp and mocking voice rang in its ears.
“Thinking you can waltz past here? That would totally ruin my reputation!”
The next moment, its abdomen tightened, and it was sent flying back.
Yuliya retracted her legs, standing triumphantly on the city wall, leaving a nice little footprint.
“I’ll say this once: if you can get past here, I’ll write my name backwards!”
The Nightmare God flipped in the air, then half-knelt and slid a distance before finally stopping.
Its crimson eyes glared fiercely at Yuliya as the suppressed rage erupted once more.
Likewise, Yuliya was bursting with her own pent-up fury, drawing her sword and glaring at the Nightmare God.
Someone’s getting schooled today!
In an instant, both sprang forward, swords clashing.
Their speed was lightning quick; the distance vanished in a heartbeat, and just as the afterimages faded, the sounds of clashing metal filled the air.
Using her high position to her advantage, Yuliya forced the Nightmare God to stumble back a few steps.
One step back—and voilà, momentum lost!
Seizing the opportunity, Yuliya unleashed a flurry of strikes, each one swirling with gusts of wind, her blows becoming increasingly ferocious.
To her surprise, the Nightmare God started retreating, step by step.
In the end, Yuliya delivered an upward thrust, exposing a massive opening.
Then, spinning in mid-air, she executed a powerful whip kick directly to its chest, sending it flying far away again.
This time, it landed almost a hundred meters from the wall.
Yuliya flicked her sword and looked down at the rolling Nightmare God, now finally stopped: “Was that me going easy on you? Did you really think you were the hottest thing around?”
When the Nightmare God left the Nightmare Domain, its overall stats had already decreased by twenty percent, and it was about to drop two more levels on top of that.
At this point, its stats were pretty much on par with Yuliya’s, with only its tier-three level superiority and absurd health left to rely on.
Speaking of health, putting that aside, let’s address the tier-three level advantage.
Sure, that’s impressive.
But Yuliya’s Golden Law damage ignored all damage reduction, her mobility was unmatched, and her Golden Eyes could see right through everything.
In this battle, with the panel stats not being an absolute suppression, my attacks would still land while yours would be utterly useless.
So, prepare for the beatdown!
After a brief scuffle atop that giant tree, Yuliya had already realized that without the domain’s boosts, this BOSS was just a punching bag waiting to happen.
She’d gone easy on it back then due to the inconvenient place and the flying factor, but now? There’s no going back! Just wait to be smacked around!
Yuliya approached with sword in hand, while the Nightmare God rose again.
Its health wasn’t significantly different, but it looked pretty ragged.
And that was something the Nightmare God couldn’t stand.
How could a divine being like it be made to look this pitiful by a little girl from the Golden Tribe?
A surge of bl**d-red light enveloped it, darkness mixed with deep crimson, producing wisps of faint red mist.
Seeing this, Yuliya merely shook her head: “You guys really love this trick, don’t you?”
Raging, huh? Seen it a hundred times—nothing new there.
In fact, a rage mode is even better; it’s going to bleed continuously!
The next moment, Yuliya vanished, reappearing above the Nightmare God with her sword raised for a downward slash.
The Nightmare God met her attack with its own sword.
Locking eyes for just a brief moment, the air filled with dazzling sword strikes and shimmering afterimages.
Once the battle truly started, both commentators had already zipped their lips.
This fast-paced combat couldn’t be explained; it was too quick to even properly perceive, all one could do was feel it deep down.
And that feeling boiled down to one thought—Powerful!
Very powerful!
Whether it was the BOSS or the Wind God, this up-close sword duel had a tension and ferocity unmatched even in movies or TV shows.
“We know that in the game ‘Otherworld,’ swordsmen gain sword mastery skills, which is pretty much like getting a year’s worth of sword training instantly.”
“But the Wind God’s level isn’t something you can just reach in one year; it must have taken at least ten or twenty!”
“And it’s worth noting that the Wind God isn’t even using skills—her mana bar hasn’t dipped at all! This is just basic attacks! This is basically basic attacks!”
An entire sequence of basic attacks put her skills to shame—such a violation of game balance!
With a loud crash, the flurry of blades shattered, sending one shadow flying.
Guess who? The Nightmare God! And Yuliya remained standing right where she was.
Even in rage mode, with a slight stat increase, the Nightmare God still couldn’t hold its ground in a direct confrontation.
Yuliya’s combat experience was off the charts; she didn’t even know where it came from—pure instinct, really.
In terms of swordplay, even the bl**d Elves were no match for humans.
After all, this weapon was invented by humans, and the bl**d Elves were merely learners much later.
The Nightmare God realized this as it stood up.
Its rage still brimming but now its gaze was serious.
Right in front of it was a member of the Golden Tribe—humans’ last and strongest lineage.
And her talent might also be among the top in the Golden Tribe. Even as a little punk, she was still tough to deal with.
This couldn’t drag on.
The Nightmare God raised its sword and began muttering something.
Yuliya blinked.
What’s it doing? Reading a spell right in front of me? Such nerve!
The next moment, she was right in front of the Nightmare God: “Who said you could read?!”
With a rising dragon punch, she smashed her fist into the Nightmare God’s chin, sending it flying high into the air.
