Chapter 129: Abusing The Brawn

So, to my nonchalant rebellion, I pushed back the opposing force by rotationally lunging up and headbutting the almighty terrifying Qliphoth Entity with the edge of my pointy horns.There was a great hint of confusion and bewilderment on the Revenant's face as my deadpan face stared into his eyes, all while puncturing a pair of holes and numerous cracks on the surface of his tainted armor.

"Sup."

The clashing force of two powerful entities created enough shockwaves to turn the chaotic state of this sacred realm back into their calm and serene state.

As for the Revenant, he immediately created a distance once again.

But this time, I won't let him.

To make it clear that I won't be playing around anymore, I put my face directly in front of his face as I drilled a hole in him with my gaze. "Let's change the genre of the story for a while, shall we?"

The Revenant immediately jumped away like a cat that was suddenly introduced to a cucumber.

I found that quite adorable, and it made me want to have a pet in my bastion.

Now that I think about it, I already have Verina.

Yeah, a pet might be a little bit unnecessary.

"Distasteful!"

The Drowned Revenant leaped and then hovered in the sky, his massive harpoon sword swirling with dark energy, preparing to unleash another cataclysmic strike.

I, on the other hand, stood there watching, still lazily. His attacks, despite their world-splitting power, barely phased me now. In fact, most of my brain wasn't even paying attention to the fact that we were fighting—one half was focused on the weird things happening to my body, while the other half… Well, I'm not sure what it was doing.

Yeah, I somewhat lied when I said that I won't be playing around anymore.

I just want to rile up Mr. Seafarer to do something more exciting, since I began to fear that I might die out of boredom at this rate.

"Oh, I'm drowning," I noted absentmindedly as the sea rose up to my knees, even with my buoyancy spell still attached, as if the sea was commanded to bind me.

But I didn't care. I didn't feel the urge to move much at all, except when necessary.

I tilted my head back and sighed, staring up at the Revenant in the sky. He looked so determined up there, charging all of that ominous, spiraling energy into his harpoon. His focus was almost admirable, really. It was a pity I didn't feel the same kind of urgency.

"Huh, I feel a sense of de-ja-vu."

As the Revenant descended, his harpoon pointing straight at my head, the sea around me roared, spiraling with his every move. I just looked up, tilted my head a bit, and did the only thing that came naturally.

I punched it.

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The moment my fist collided with the tip of his harpoon, the ocean around us convulsed violently, waves and whirlpools spinning into the air. Sёarᴄh the Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

But nothing happened to me. My hand held, and the Revenant's almighty harpoon stopped mid-air, our collision freezing the chaos around us. The sea stilled, as if we had pressed pause on the entire battle.

"Maybe I should move," I muttered to myself.

Instead of retracting the punch, I sidestepped, letting the full momentum of his attack crash into the sea beside me, sending a tidal wave so massive it swallowed the horizon for a moment.

The Revenant looked stunned, his hulking frame hovering awkwardly as he tried to pull his harpoon out of the sinking sea below.

Bored, I leaped forward, launching myself with such force that the oily sea beneath me seemed to disappear for a second.

Filled with a sense of justice and jittery anxiety, I punched the Revenant right in the face. No magic, no technique, just a straight, clumsy fist to the jaw.

He staggered.

And I laughed.

Not because of some genius tactic, but because the whole situation was ridiculous. This towering, reality-bending monster of legend… and here I was, punching him like I was trying to swat a bug.

The Revenant snarled, trying to regain composure. He hurled another attack, dark tendrils of energy lashing from his harpoon, splitting the air like a hundred whips.

I should have dodged, I think. Or blocked. But no, I didn't do any of that. Instead, I stepped forward again and punched him in the stomach.

"Right in the gut!" I giggled to myself. "If only Sir Aethernet has a recording function…"

The Revenant keeled over slightly, his enormous frame shaking under the force of the blow.

He quickly recovered, of course, but roared in rage. His harpoon slashed through the air toward my head, spinning in a dark spiral. I ducked, almost as an afterthought, and grabbed the haft of the harpoon mid-swing.

"Nice weapon," I mumbled, feeling its weight in my hands. "It's mine now."

In an unexpected moment of absurdity, I tried to snatch away his signature weapon, only to end up swinging the Revenant himself by his harpoon like a hammer throw, spinning him around once, twice, before flinging him high into the sky after I let go of the harpoon.

He crashed into the oily sea in the distance with a resounding boom, sending waves so large they seemed to tear the white sky apart.

"Ah, sorry."

The Revenant, stubborn as ever, rose from the waves again, his armor dripping with that brackish, cursed water. His eyes—those haunting, glowing eyes—were filled with even more hatred. But I barely noticed. My brain was too busy trying to figure out how big my horns were now. They felt bigger, definitely pointier, too.

"I guess they are fully grown, now," I muttered, feeling the dark bony spikes from my skull.

The Revenant, clearly sick of me, began charging another deadly attack, his harpoon pulsing with energy. The sky cracked and split open as the air itself seemed to ripple with his power.

I began to question if the Revenant had any more variation with his arsenal of special moves. Then again, this benefits me since he didn't perform anymore of those bullshit magic and trickery.

I wonder if Kuzunoha was the reason.