The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 533 - 557 Fat Reduction

Chapter 533: Chapter 557: Fat Reduction Chapter 533: Chapter 557: Fat Reduction The impact wave generated by the Fireball Technique doesn’t distinguish between friend and foe, and Lancelot’s Wood Attribute Qingyuan Sword and Shield were not very effective against flames. This forced him to use a large amount of his True Yuan to resist the impact of the explosion. Fortunately, the massive body of the Fencer Matriarch absorbed most of the power of the explosion, causing Lancelot to only be pushed back several steps by the shockwave, and the ice that immediately appeared extinguished all the surrounding flames.

The corpulent female Fencer Troll roared and turned towards the source of the fireball. Her back, which had been bulging like a tortoise shell, now had a deep dent blasted into it, revealing her spine, ribs, and internal organs. Clearly, as Kalalin’s favorite, the Fireball Technique’s power was indeed extraordinary; even the Matriarch’s abnormally robust physique had suffered serious damage under the successive strikes of the fireball.

But Lancelot still noticed something unusual. Despite the ghastly state of the enemy, a crucial element was missing from the aftermath of her injury—blood. Although the Matriarch’s back was torn open, there was not a hint of red, only white fat. A closer inspection revealed a semi-transparent magic shield under the exposed skeleton, protecting the vital organs beneath from harm.

Lancelot realized that the opponent had previously caught his sword blade with her fist, yet acted as if she felt no pain. This might relate to her very unhealthy eating habits, but it also meant he needed to come up with some new moves.

He took a deep breath and once again rushed towards the Fencer Matriarch using a strange footwork technique.

The enemy was thrusting her palm forcefully toward the ground. The moment her corpulent fingers touched it, the originally hard ground turned into soft mud, which the Matriarch easily scooped up in large clumps. Once off the ground, the mound of dirt rapidly solidified into rocks, just about to be hurled like a cannonball at the Scholar who was drawing scrolls.

Luckily, Lancelot arrived just in time. His figure flickered indecisively like a shadow under candlelight. His speed didn’t seem very fast, but he instantly charged in front of the Matriarch and struck her wrist with his sword, causing the rock to drop to the ground.

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This was a footwork technique and Shadow Jump combination he had created based on the bamboo slips he learned from, called the Smoke Shadow Dance Steps. Compared to Master Han’s original version, Lancelot’s adaptation greatly enhanced evasion capabilities at the cost of ultimate speed. The original footwork technique was unbeatable in launching assaults—or escaping—but Lancelot’s Smoke Shadow Dance Steps suited close combat better and was more to his taste.

The Fencer Matriarch was completely taken aback that someone could still fight after taking a punch from her. She turned around and began flailing wildly with her fists in surprise. But though her punches were heavy and fast, they were completely erratic, unable to keep up with Lancelot’s rapidly changing movements, comically like trying to hit a shadow with a torch.

As he dodged, Lancelot kept swinging his longsword, not to defend against the punches but to whisk away as much of the enemy’s armor-like fat as possible. In just a few moments, he had completely stripped away all the fat from her arms, and the youngsters Isa and Reap also jumped in to help. With Lancelot attracting attention at the front, they could easily attack from the flank, slicing off chunks of fat the size of bread loaves from her waist and thighs.

With their combined efforts, in less than a minute, the originally corpulent Fencer Matriarch was nearly reduced to a skeleton, with only the area from her chest to her abdomen remaining intact. However, her movements seemed unaffected and even more ferocious than before, forcing the two Wanderers to withdraw from the melee, leaving Lancelot alone to contend with the enemy.

As his opponent grew increasingly impatient, Lancelot finally seized the opportunity to flash to his opponent’s side and stabbed the tip of Frostslash viciously into the enemy’s right ribcage.

Even with the enhancement of the Qingyuan Sword Technique, the enemy’s magic shield still posed significant resistance. The deeper Lancelot thrust, the greater the resistance he encountered, thick like magma about to solidify. Seeing his opponent’s fist about to smash into him again, he was forced to withdraw his longsword and quickly leaped backward a short distance to assess the damage inflicted by his strike.

The good news was, his sword had indeed been effective. For the first time, a pained expression appeared on the Fencer Matriarch’s face, her left hand tightly covering the fresh wound while crimson blood oozed slowly from between her fingers. The bad news was, though he had plunged over two feet of the sword blade into his opponent’s body, she seemed only slightly injured, as the wound quickly healed, and she lunged at him with another punch.

However, Lancelot was not fighting alone. The moment they disengaged, Kalalin and Alamir immediately launched their own attack spells. The Scholar conjured a magic dart made of concentrated acid, while the Elf Priest threw a ball filled with holy energy. Both spells hit the Fencer Matriarch almost simultaneously, causing her to stagger, but as the light cleared, they were disappointed to find that the enemy’s magic shield had absorbed most of the damage, leaving the Fencer Matriarch still full of vigor.

Lancelot’s heart sank. Since arriving in the Abyss, this was the first time he had encountered such a difficult to kill creature. Had he not inflicted some damage just now, he would have doubted whether his opponent was invincible.

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Fortunately, the vines blocking the entrance had not been attacked yet, giving him more time to duel with his enemy. Lancelot grimly determined that if it came down to it, he would invest extra effort into embedding a trace of Qingyuan Sword Qi into his every strike, thoroughly obliterating her internal organs, and see if she could still bounce back then.

Just as he was about to do so, a special fluctuation transmitted through his divine sense, and Lancelot, with a look of surprise, turned his head to glance at little Isha, connecting through their special psychic bond.

“Brother, throw me the Dimensional Bag!” little Isha cried out urgently, “The one with my bed in it!”

She was referring to the Dimensional Bag that Lancelot had first acquired when rescuing the Gray Dwarf mining team. Perhaps because it had been left inside a mud creature’s body for too long, this Dimensional Bag’s capacity was only a third of a normal one. Since acquiring another regular-sized Dimensional Bag hidden in a private place in the Magical Storage, Lancelot had rarely used this smaller one; it had become little Isha’s bedroom during travels, filled with her personal belongings.

Without overthinking, Lancelot removed the bag and tossed it towards the little girl, then swiftly moved away from his original position, dodging the furious strike from the Fencer Matriarch. He was about to swing Frostslash for a counterattack, but the Fencer Matriarch suddenly plunged forward violently, as if a giant hand had pressed her into the ground.