Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

Chapter 1661 - 990: It’s Not Strange to Fight the Dancing Lady at the Start

How could such a huge creature have been hanging on the ceiling without me noticing!?In that moment, Leon doubted his own perception, wondering if he was useless, otherwise how could he not detect the enemy’s presence?

Especially since the aura emanating from this creature was significantly stronger than Bordeaux, how could it be missed!

The large doors of the cathedral were closed, symbolizing a fight to the death as white mist crept across the walls, making it impossible to leave until he either defeated the enemy or was defeated himself.

As the massive body of the Dancing Lady of the Cold Valley, even larger than Bordeaux from the Cold Valley, slowly rose from the ground, radiating a deadly menace in a manner akin to a wild animal’s crouching and preparing to strike, Leon felt oppression once again, reminiscent of not being the Ember King, Great Rune holder, King’s Soul bearer, or a known Boss Monster.

The weakening of pure physical strength made even the usual white mist appear more eerie than ever before.

The doors were tightly shut, isolating all outside light; only weak firelight remained here, along with the cold light emitting from the Dancing Lady of the Cold Valley.

She — perhaps it’s more fitting to describe her as her, using a more humanistic term — was draped in an Yilushier-style alien armor, which emitted an overflowing chill reminiscent of the eternally hanging full moon above Yilushier.

Even before engaging with the Dancing Lady, merely approaching her brought the chill of Yilushier, with icy crystals forming in the air from the surrounding cold, sparkling with starlight and complemented by the soft veil of the gentle air.

This briefly rendered the Lady’s grotesque and large form somewhat elegant, blending the eerie and mysterious, blurring the lines between the two.

"Buzz—" "Boom—"

Dark magic and fiery blaze appeared on the curved swords in her hands, dark magic in the right hand, blazing fire in the left.

This familiar scene reminded Leon of Shalivan, as that Pope’s weapon also held these two enchantments, though reversed; Shalivan wielded fire in the right hand and dark magic in the left, almost like opposites.

[Paired Dancing Lady Magic Swords]

[Paired Magic Swords bestowed by Pope Shalivan upon the Dancing Lady of the Cold Valley]

[This serves as proof of her vow to become the Dancing Lady, the right sword infused with dark magic, and the left with fire, an exact reversal of the Pope’s own swords]

Regardless, each of these details made the Dancing Lady appear even more formidable to Leon. Creatures associated with Shalivan are seldom weak, exemplified by the Flame Witch of Yilushier and other monsters that once tormented them mercilessly.

"Roar—"

The Dancing Lady let out an inhuman howl, charging forward with a beast-like hunting stance, her weapons dragging long trails of differing colors through the air.

"Damn, there’s no choice but to fight!"

Leon gritted his teeth and bravely rushed forward.

At this moment, there seemed no alternative but to courageously charge in.

Can my improved skills bridge the numerical gap between the Dancing Lady and me?

As the gap between the two closed indefinitely, the Dancing Lady suddenly spun her body, then swiftly executed a swirling slash on Leon, the simplicity of the move rendered elegant as if dancing.

Leon immediately opted for stability, utilizing Hound Step to traverse the gap formed by slashes before him.

This was indeed steady, as the improvement on movement technique by Hound Step was legendary, but the problem was, his current magic power reserve was low.

Using combat skills ten-odd times would likely leave him drained on the spot!

"Bang!"

Leon promptly struck the back of the Dancing Lady’s knee with the reverse sword, where the joint was defensively vulnerable, as the entire body was clad in cold armor, with only chain armor for joint protection.

The collision of the blade and steel erupted into dazzling sparks, instantly he felt violent recoil through his hand.

"So hard!"

The reverse sword merely sliced through the surface of the chain armor, failing to even completely sever it, not even harming the flesh beneath.

Leon expected the armor to be tough, but hadn’t anticipated this level of hardness, or rather, hadn’t realized his strength was so diminished.

At this moment, frantically casting beneficial magic might struggle to shatter the enemy’s armor, and after stacking such magic his magic power would be nearly depleted, gains seeming lesser than pure combat.

Now it’s troublesome, a way to pry open the opponent’s can needs to be found.

This thought was indeed correct, but...

Leon instinctively desired to find teammates to cooperate, yet now he was alone, with no one to collaborate with.

Must solely rely on the reverse swords in hand to pry open the can, living up to the lifestyle.

"!"

The sound of sharp objects slicing through the air resonated from all directions, Leon instantly sensed tremendous threat, sprinting away to the outside with all his might.

At this point, the Dancing Lady of the Cold Valley plunged the curved sword imbued with dark magic into the ground, black magic rapidly spilling outward from the sword’s core, exploding in an instant.

Leon’s silhouette appeared above the Dancing Lady amidst the erupting smoke, forcing him to use Hidden Mist Fierce Bird to dodge, utilizing the residual strength of combat skills, he swung a slashing attack downward again.