High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 225 - 149: The Curse from Behind_1

Chapter 225: Chapter 149: The Curse from Behind_1

The night at Lin Zhong Lake was eerily quiet.

There was no wind, no insect song, and even the colossal lake not far from here seemed to have fallen under a silencing spell, becoming deathly silent.

Zheng Qing leaned against a thick banyan tree, gasping for breath heavily. His arm, propped against the trunk, involuntarily trembled, causing the aerial roots of the banyan tree to sway with his tremors.

Fighting was exceedingly exhausting.

He couldn’t resist glancing at the Armour Horse tied to his leg. The runes drawn with cinnabar on the yellow paper hadn’t all blackened yet; a small section still flashed a bright red color.

From the start until now, not even five minutes had passed, but Zheng Qing already felt like a dead dog.

While a wizard doesn’t need to solve their opponent like a barbarian, swinging their fists, the continuous casting of spells had exhausted his mind. Even though his complexion was still rosy and his vitality was abundant, his body still felt as though it had been hollowed out.

He shook his head, desperately trying to maintain his focus.

Maybe only characters in comic books can punch the North Sea, kick the South Mountain, wage war for three thousand miles, and still have the strength to embrace their beloved girls. Zheng Qing’s mind was filled with wild thoughts.

Unfortunately, this was a school.

And he was just a little scholar without the strength of a chicken.

So he held his Law Book, leaning against the big tree, staring viciously at the stinky fishman opposite, hoping to kill it with his gaze.

In fact, the performance of the fishman on the other side wasn’t much better.

Due to prolonged exposure to air, the fishman’s normally glossy scales were covered in a sticky liquid, looking as though it had just rolled around in the mud. Its shimmering dorsal fin dried up from lack of water and lost its luster. Even its round, bulging eyes were filled with blood vessels from the continuous churning of its energy, looking terrifying.

Forcing a water creature to fight on land was a choice of great effort and little gain.

But Iseni had no other choice.

It had to topple this young and troublesome wizard before the other patrol members arrived and successfully sneak back to the bottom of the lake.

It mustn’t be caught by the patrol team. It reiterated this in its mind, then revitalized, squeezing the last bit of strength from between its scales.

"Hiss... The young man lacks experience, but he has decent talent." The fishman opened its large, cunning mouth, unabashedly showcasing its sharp teeth as it gave a smug review, "If you had hit me with one more spell just now, you could have been claiming credit from those old guys with me in tow right now."

Zheng Qing naturally wouldn’t admit that he was in Sage time.

"Since we’re fighting, it’s only right that we go back and forth." He looked at the fishman, whose spirit had returned, cleared his throat and managed a tough smile. He pulled out a stack of yellow talisman paper from his grey cloth bag.

The moonlight was quiet and muted in the forest.

The red cinnabar strokes on the yellow talisman paper were like fiery flames searing the fishman’s sight.

Iseni clenched its fists, contracted its dorsal fin, and slowly took a step back.

As one of the symbols of a wizard, the talisman, it had a particularly profound impression among the fishman’s inherited memories.

"...Hiss... Fighting with you wizards is always so unsatisfying." The fishman grumbled, shaking its joints. The crisp popping sounds once again broke the forest’s silence.

"I won’t hold back now." The tall fishman issued its final warning, "I can still smash you many more times with a fist like the one just now!"

Zheng Qing recalled the punch accompanied by the sound of crashing waves a few minutes ago, his mind somewhat dazed.

"With that said," he forced a smile, one hand pressing the Law book, and bared his teeth at the fishman, "If you can take this last strike from me, I’ll turn tail and run...I won’t stand in your way."

This proposal was very tempting.

Iseni, who initially planned to charge forward swinging punches again, was stunned by his words, and stopped in its tracks, curiosity in its eyes.

Then bring it on.

Zheng Qing read its intentions in its eyes.

The young funded student’s lips twitched up in a smirk, the Law book in his hand once again emanating a faint green glow.

"Talismans are strong, but they have a shortcoming."

"That is, their effective range is very limited."

"A weak talisman practitioner must approach the opponent to effectively utilize the function of the talisman... In most cases, it even needs to be released at close range."

Zheng Qing casually spoke, while scattering the pile of talisman papers in his hand into the air like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

Iseni was dumbfounded, watching the red robe wizard on the opposite side, unsure of what he was up to.

Even with his not very bright mind, he could judge that these floating talisman papers floating around the sky posed no threat to him.

Despite this, the naturally cautious young Fishman still stepped back to avoid the falling range of these talisman papers.

In case this was just another new trick developed by the wizard.

Iseni focused his energy and kept a watchful eye on these talisman papers, fearing that he might accidentally step into a trap.

"Ge Zhitianxi..."

Zheng Qing held the law book in his left hand and pressed down on the spell with his right hand, his eyes unfocused, seeming to see straight ahead, yet also seeming to see all directions.

A faint green halo rose from the law book, disappearing into the dark night around them.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of thin vines broke through the void, responding to the ancient pact, baring their teeth and claws to come into this world, floating in mid-air.

"Quick!"

Zheng Qing clenched his right hand into a fist.

The slender vines, like long snakes ready to strike, suddenly attacked, jabbing at the talisman papers that were originally swaying and preparing to slowly fall to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, these talisman papers were caught by the small tendrils on the vines and hung there.

The vines moved gently in the wind.

The talisman papers rubbed against the vine leaves, generating a rustling sound.

"Go!"

Zheng Qing’s eyes focused, his gaze falling on the Fishman opposite him.

The slender vines shot out one after another, like long whips, lashing at the tall Fishman.

Obviously, Iseni had not faced such an attack before, so before he could react, he was whipped by those swift vines.

The talisman papers, emitting green smoke, also bombarded the Fishman’s heavy scale armor one after another with the attack of the vines.

In a moment, the Fishman was on the brink of collapse.

Zheng Qing watched the suppression symbols that were about to fall, and a brilliant smile slowly appeared on his face.

It was almost over.

Was Uncle Ferna going to reward five or seven credits, he began to happily ponder this delightful issue.

"I’m a Dark Yellow Horse!"

A spell shot out from deep in the woods and hit the unsuspecting Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing felt as if he had released a dozen spells all at once, all his strength leaving his body. His vision, which had been clear a moment ago, blurred abruptly, obscuring everything.

"The road of a hundred miles ends in ninety-nine point nine nine nine nine," he thought as his body collapsed uncontrollably onto the ground.

He wanted to struggle, but he couldn’t even move a finger.

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