Another World Trip: Journey with My Cat and an Otaku Loli Goddess Chapter 150 - Well This Is Awkward

Yer damn right he will.

Bam!

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“Ugh!”

The giant’s face twisted in pain as the sabre cut into his arm and continued onwards.

His bulwarked skin couldn’t stand up to the sabre intent, nor could it stand up to the Sixth Temper that surpassed the superimposed power of the Ninth Temper.

These factors spurred the sabre onwards until…

Pling!

The sabre met bone and a crunching sound rang out as the sabre ate into it.

“Forward!”

Long Di roared even as blood wet his robes from the injuries unleashing this attack imposed on him.

The sabre smashed into the giant’s arm, the free one that he put up reflexively to block the strike.

The somatic essence within was a raging river that roared with an ineffable will!

Crack!

A loud crack could be heard as the giant’s arm bone snapped and gave way under the weight of the sabre’s blow.

As soon as the sabre ripped through the skin of the giant’s chest, a mortal sense of death enveloped him.

Long Di’s emotionless eyes and apathetic expression terrified him. This boy didn’t care who he was, and this sabre left as is would sunder him unimpeded!

“No!”

The giant wasn’t resigned to this! His eyes narrowed as he clenched his teeth and spat out a single word in anger.

“Ignite!”

Vrrrm!

Rumble!

He ignited the somatic essence in his body, and its effects were immediately felt all around.

The ground beneath his feet trembled as a faint, almost invisible aura flared from him.

“Crapsickles…”

Long Di wasn’t sure what really happened, but he could extrapolate the current situation just from the word ignite and the giant’s almost instantaneous spike in power.

Shu!

The giant swung the cleaver that was in his other hand towards Long Di, but not before the latter twisted his body in a deft manner, barely dodging the jacked-up blade of the cleaver!

The manoeuvre flung his body in the air, leaving him open to attack.

“Wretched Edge!”

The cleaver in the giant’s hands shuddered for only a second before he threw it in Long Di’s direction.

Veeee!!!

A high-pitched ringing sound accompanied the flight of the cleaver before a daunting sight took place.

Physics permanently left the chat as the air cracked and splintered along the path it took towards Long Di.

It was as if the blade of the cleaver was an accursed thing. The air practically broke down as it barrelled towards Long Di. The edge was wretched because it no longer cut as a blade should.

It was barbaric in nature as it hacked its way towards Long Di. The somatic essence within it turned this weapon into a perverse thing with its goal focused on killing him.

‘Untempered Sixth Temper!’

Wasting no time, Long Di retaliated once more with the same attack that drove the giant to the edge!

The sabre became a blur, hitting nothing as the Tempers built themselves up. The cusp of an untempered Sixth Temper came to be at the exact moment of arrival of the Wretched Edge resulting in…

Boom!

Though the strikes met in midair, a resounding explosion went off that spread out for hundreds of metres!

Many tall stone pillars fell, adding to the intense rumble that was taking place all around.

A dense dust cloud kicked up amidst the chaos, enshrouding the scene from view!

Sometimes after, the dust settled, revealing a ruinous site. Within a fair distance, there were only two ‘pillars’ left standing.

One was half-kneeling as an extreme eruption of red steam escaped his body, whilst the other’s body was bloodied beyond recognition.

They both stood eyeing the other, waiting to see what moves the other had in store.

The atmosphere was tense between them. Long Di’s ragged breathing and bloodied appearance made it known that his consciousness was seriously being tested.

The same could be said for the giant. The crimson steam mostly hid his physical state, but the redness in the mist that enveloped him was a dead giveaway. It was obvious that he suffered injuries on both the inside and out.

“You just had to be the stereotypical dunderhead, didn’t you?” Long Di’s body was profusely dripping blood as he stared at the giant before him.

“S-Stereotypi… what?” His brows scrunched up in confusion as he stared at Long Di.

Suddenly, his vision blurred as he stared at the young man, who was currently responding.

“H-Hey, are you okay?” asked Long Di, who had just now noticed that the giant was swaying back and forth.

“Of course! G-Give me a minute and I’ll be ready for a—” but before he could get the last few words out, he…

Boom!

He collapsed to the ground with a resounding crash.

“Pant… pant…”

Long Di’s breathing was laborious. It was as if he couldn’t get enough oxygen in his lungs.

Once he steadied himself and he was sure this guy wasn’t going to move anymore, he stopped circulating his somatic essence completely. Immediately, his injuries flared up and blood ran down his body in rivers!

Whoosh!

Powerful spiritual fluctuations erupted from him and his cauldrons in all their glory.

His star cores and normal cores all shone magnificently, and he had the spiritual essence run through his body hungrily.

The passive regenerative abilities of his Core Flame Evocation realm got to work on healing his injuries.

Luckily, this brute was only a peak martial disciple, so his somatic essence wouldn’t be able to cause trouble for Long Di’s spiritual essence.

Nevertheless, the most severe injuries were the ones to his right arm.

As of now, it was a bloodied fleshy pulp. The skin was gone and the exposed muscle sinews and flesh was torn and ripped out resulting in a grotesque sight. Even the bone could be seen in some areas.

“Damn. A limit of one for the unrestrained Sixth Temper and two only for when there is no choice,” he said to himself after checking his external injuries.

He closed his eyes and checked his inner injuries and saw that there weren’t as many as he thought there would be.

There was definite scarring on some of his internal organs, but apart from that, there wasn’t much else to worry about. These would heal with time.

Because of the spiritual essence running through his body, he slightly recovered and his consciousness was no longer in danger of failing him.

He picked up the bronze sabre off the ground with his left arm, since his right arm was still too damaged for use.

Now he had to end this.

He dragged the heavy sabre on the ground as he etched ever closer to his defeated foe with great caution.

Long Di could sense that his opponent’s body was practically drained of all somatic essence, which was a great danger for any body cultivator. This was most likely connected to the state he invoked before his last attack.

He wasn’t sure of the details himself, but as a veteran cultivation novel reader; he was aware of the tropes of anything using the word ignition.

This was normally something that would allow a cultivator to, at the sacrifice of their essence blood or longevity, call upon greater strength. The increase differed from novel to novel, but it normally went from double the strength to several times the original.

Of course, the drawback was immense. This could range from being weakened for some time with a damaged foundation to being bedridden for several years.

The thing is, he had no idea what the requirements and drawbacks for such a thing were in this world.

He shook his head free of these distracting thoughts rather quickly and hefted the bronze sabre above the giant’s forehead and was just about to let it fall when the giant’s eyes flashed open, his gaze quickly focusing on Long Di.

The two stared at each other as Long Di was about to stab him in the head, killing him.

Yep, they just stared, they said nothing and a cool wind blew, but it didn’t help. Silence reigned and right on cue, it appeared.

Sha, sha, sha, sha, sha…

The trademark busy thrashing sound of the tumbleweed could be heard. It manoeuvred through the ruins of the fallen and broken stone slabs to circle Long Di twice before leaving in the way it came.

However, not even this caused Long Di to break eye contact with the giant as the latter stared into the depths of his very soul.

To dissuade the return of what he was sure was a plant-based dao, Long Di spoke.

“Well, this is awkward.”