Races: Online

Jilanya parted her lips, luscious red and plump and revealing tiny fangs to utter a reply to his statement, and then the Demon Lord slashed. One moment she smiled, and then she slashed her hand at him.

The Succubus moved so fast—Han Jing barely dodged out of her strike even with his Skill. She would have gotten his head in an instant and he couldn't have even noticed, defenseless and without a weapon in hand. Han Jing drew back on the rooftop, crossing several feet away, and raised his arms up in a guard.

He couldn't even check if the Wood Elf and the woman reappeared in a second. Han Jing ducked another blow and received a heavy blow to the stomach. His body staggered for a moment. She had kicked him, but paused.

"Is that all you can do?" she asked.

Her words might have stung more than the attack. He held a hand over his knee and panted. Making no move to attack immediately. If she thought he was weak, then it was better. He had [ Unarmed Combat ] didn't he?

But would she burst into flames or something if he attacked—he launched himself at her. There was no room for hesitation and he tackled her to the ground. Or at least he thought he did. Han Jing met the cement floor instead and quickly spun back to his feet. He dodged back from another blow and drew some distance between them.

And yet it was something she fixed in one movement—one step and she flashed in front of him. The Demon Lord only threw a punch at him and brushed it against his cheek. His Agility and Reflexes were active, but her speed was beyond him. And yet what was she doing here and fist-fighting with him?

There was no time for questions.

Han Jing threw an uppercut at her jaw and pain burst up his arm. She hardly blinked at that attack, but he side-stepped behind her and threw his elbow down her knee. A bruise would surely come. The demon's footing faltered for a moment. He grabbed that momentum and twisted his body and aimed, throwing a low kick at her calf.

She stumbled once, and then he threw more wild kicks at her.

Each strike landed on her, but whatever he was doing did nothing. Han Jing gritted his teeth and threw a look at the Wood Elf, "Do you have a wand or anything—"

And then she took him down in one strike. The Demon Lord kicked at his groin with one decisive blow and he crumpled to the ground. Jilanya kicked his side and then stomped on his back.

There were two concentrations of the agonizing pain in his body, one coursed through his back and the other at his lower regions. The Demon Lord was crushing him, and she stepped on his spine even further. No crack sounded at all, but for how long? Han Jing hissed and tried to move. And yet her weight was greater than her size. He trashed on the ground and aimed for her legs but couldn't reach it.

She stepped on him harder and he groaned.

How long would his [ Lesser Endurance ] protect him? There were no insults to his name or any outlandish remarks anymore. She simply dished out damage each second.

The silence made it all the more unnerving.

His fingers twitched by reflex—and she crushed it with another foot and elicited a sharp scream this time. He forced himself to quiet down, biting down on his tongue, and while he could lift his head, he saw the Wood Elf still standing where they left him. The box of donuts in hand, and then another in his mouth.

"Does the law of hospitality mean that I'll interfere with the problems of the host?" the Wood Elf asked himself aloud. There was a carefree manner in how he said it, and a smile on his face. He would not physically harm or be aggressive towards the host… but would he stop others from doing the same?

This was something that might have differed if the two were on better terms.

A searing hot pain flogged on his back, but the agony that rippled through his body was fading.

Or maybe his head was burning so much that he couldn't even feel it anymore? A hot-white vision with blood rushing in his brain kind of sensation. But there was something that he couldn't understand, at least right now, in this situation. He wheezed out a sentence, "Hey, I have a question."

Silence was once again what came as a reply.

He groaned and gave up trying to squeeze or even flip the situation over, his bones were going to crack and he didn't want to go to the hospital. He really couldn't afford to die—the payment, bills or anything like that at all. "You said you're going to kill me, right? Why haven't you done it yet?"

Something wet landed on the back of his head.

Han Jing froze, and his face twitched for a moment—she had spit on him. The nerve of the Demon Lord. But finally a reply came from her as she eased out her feet from his back and hand. "I could kill you now—but it's unsatisfying to do so in your pitiful state. What is there to gain if I do?"

… This woman!

He took a deep breath and managed a shrug, despite all of his muscles screaming that he didn't move for a bit. "So you'll be waiting for me to get stronger?" Her words now contradicted the ant-to-crush remark she had when they first chatted, but it wasn't like he was going to complain. Instead, Han Jing sent a sharp look at the Wood Elf who had just finished eating.

"Ah, I believe the situation is resolved now, isn't it?" A smile crossed the Wood Elf's lips. "Wonderful, I finished the donuts as well—it's not wrong to believe that the host will once again serve me a meal, wouldn't he? And this park you're talking about, let's go see it. This abode of yours has some pleasant air, but the materials are shoddy."

If the landlady could only hear that.

Han Jing rested his forehead on the cement floor again, once again his only reprieve in this situation. At least he was still alive. His fingers were crushed, but if he could still feel them, then it meant he could move them. The darkness in his vision was a soothing sensation, and yet he couldn't afford to pass out.

Who cared if he got curb-stomped right now? 

What mattered right now was that he got the two out of here—

.. .

"Yikes, the human passed out." the Wood Elf remarked and gave the Demon Lord a tsk. "The two of us were supposed to go somewhere, you know? You ruined it, Jilanya." He kept his tone light and conversational despite this Succubus ignoring him and going out of their way to visit Earth. And that was despite him trying to talk her out of it.

She narrowed her eyes at him, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Then why didn't you try to stop me? If you were so concerned about him, then you would have intervened."

"I'd rather not have it escalate to a gigantic scale." He smiled.

"You're out of your natural environment, that's why." She cooed at him. "Not even a single tree in sight. What would you have done to me? Throw a little gust of wind and let it tousle through my hair?"

"I just did."

She blinked and raised a hand to her cheek, and a clean cut was apparent. Blood flowed out dripping and she licked her palm. "Are you actually adhering to the so-called Alliance between the two of you?"

"I'm here to prevent any unnecessary bloodshed." the Wood Elf shrugged. "He's new, especially in our eyes, and I for one cannot understand how petty you are to come all the way here for a single man. Besides, what's with the excuse? You could have burnt him to a crisp if you were serious—and then I might have actually interfered. You were playing around."

She smiled, "Playing around? Even without me actually exerting any effort—I could have killed him."

"But you didn't."

"And you are right… but you made sense in your decision in not interfering. If I did anything, then things might escalate further, and the world would respond."

"It's just one Soul. You'd probably could have nabbed him and brought him to your realm."

She glared at him, "Are you trying to stop me or are you trying to entice me to do it?"

"Why, I'm not the tempting Demon here—you are. Steal his Soul and bring him with you, what's one Reaper? An Angel would be troublesome, but you'd probably outmaneuver them." the Wood Elf chuckled and waved a hand. "All in all, it's simply me wondering as well, and wouldn't you have given me an answer like how you gave one to him?"

Unlike when she was the Demon Lord Mursiel, the Succubus acted more feminine right now. If that was actually one way to phrase it. Perhaps the better term was how less hot-headed she could be. She lowered her gaze back at the passed out man and casually kicked his side. "He did manage to put up a fight... somewhat. At his state, he's weak—all humans are, of course. But he's weaker than the ones I met while visiting other continents."

"Oh, so that's how I got here first—you got lost."

"I did not."

"Still, that particular move you used to make him lose his footing... Well, since it's you, I guess it's not surprising."

"He should have guarded it. The only rule in combat is using everything to your advantage."