Psychic Parasite

Chapter 216: The Unconquerable Chasm
There was silence, the air suffused with muffled conversations. The students dared not make a move. Even the ones that were raring to have a go earlier were now as still as statues, their fighting spirits snuffed out.

”How are we supposed to kill that monster without any weapons?” A student looked at Madam Rizenne, raising a voice of complaint.

”Fine,” Madam Rizenne’s voice rang aloud, ”It will be better if I demonstrate it to you once.”

Madam Rizenne landed on the stage, five metres away from the Rigordile. Her hand pointed at Haesha, ”I’ll only be using the Esper abilities that she currently possesses.”

There wasn’t a hint of aura emanating from her, adding onto her slightly aged appearance, it painted her as a weak and helpless lady. Even though she stood before the Rigordile, it seemed the other party hadn’t detected her presence.

”Experience matters a lot, allowing you to beat stronger opponents with relative ease. The only way to get that is to experience a lot. Learn, think, develop, and progress to greater heights.” It seemed her voice had been dispersed around the surroundings, filtered, audible only to the students.

A faint change enveloped her; her presence was gradually detected by the Rigordile and the Floating Spider. The Floating Spider—having witnessed her figure before—flew back in alarm, apprehensive, its emotions enveloped by fear.

The Rigordile, on the other hand, was fearless, having never seen Madam Rizenne before, assuming her as a weak woman. In its vision, there was a middle-aged lady, gaining in on her years situated to its front, the Floating Spider that floated in the air to its back, and the carcasses of two creatures on its right.

It turned its head, gazing at the Floating Spider, retracting its gaze after a couple of seconds. It lifted its right leg, slow in its motion, akin to a tree branch moving about due to the wind. The moment its right leg touched the floor, its body shot to the front, accelerating in an instant, quickly closing in on its opponent.

It cast its arms wide, its body crouched forward, its jaws opening wide. It lunged at Madam Rizenne, using its larger frame to cover a lot of area, decreasing the paths feasible for Madam Rizenne’s dodging.

Madam Rizenne wriggled her body, bending towards the left. A psychic arm emerged from her head, visible to all the students present, looking weak, think, and spanning only 75 centimetres in length. The psychic arm hovered in her previous spot as her body flashed around, missing the arms that swept her way.

Her bend body curled inward, slipping on the floor, and entering the gap between its legs. The Rigordile’s sharp tail spiked at her face, the actions aimed in reflex. Carried along based on her head’s movement, Madam Rizenne’s psychic seeped into its groin area, pulling at a certain nerve.

The tail abruptly turned stiff. Using the chance before the Rigordile could react, she stacked a couple more attacks on its groin area, aiming at the nerves inside. Madam Rizenne slid on the floor, grabbing hold of the tail to prop herself up.

She bent backward, watching the sweep of the Rigordile’s left hand miss her by a hair’s breadth. Having been positioned in the path, the psychic arm seeped into its arm, pulling at a nerve.

Due to the sweep of the arm, and the resistance the cells within offered to her psychic energy, Madam Rizenne’s psychic arm dissipated. Upon bending backward, Madam Rizenne kicked on the floor using her legs, furthering her motion, sliding a couple of steps back.

She then made a roll, propping herself with her hands when they reached the ground, landing on the floor with her legs—her body crouched low. The Rigordile had made a horizontal sweep with its tail, actuated by rotating its body and making use of the force of rotation.

The sharp tip missed her knees by a centimetre. The Rigordile suddenly lost its balance; its body had turned stiff for a second. Thanks to that, it couldn’t steady itself while rotating, resulting in its eventual fall.

Even after falling on the floor, the resultant momentum of its earlier spin caused the Rigordile to roll on the floor a couple of times, arriving before Madam Rizenne. Madam Rizenne didn’t choose to attack, using her crouched posture to roll to the right.

Her psychic arm floated on her left, as if positioned for the head of the rolling Rigordile, having anticipated its mode of attack and its eventual fall. It seeped into its eyes, pulling out a couple of nerves, dissipating immediately due to the exerted force going beyond its limits, and also due to Madam Rizenne rolling out of range.

”Groor,” The Rigordile grunted, feeling pain all across its body, with the one from its right eye being the most painful. When it stopped rolling, its back faced up.

Madam Rizenne leaped; her body arched over its head, measured accurately beyond the reach of its tail. Already positioned below her, her psychic arm seeped into its head once again, affecting something, dissipating into psychic energy as she trailed past.

The Rigordile slapped the floor with its arms, getting up with a start. Its tail slapped the floor a couple of times in fury, making powerful whiplash sounds. It closed in on Madam Rizenne, its arms making a sweep, adjusting in reflex based on Madam Rizenne’s movement.

Its two hands slapped each other, failing to burrow into the flesh of its opponent. Madam Rizenne had crouched low once again, moving towards the left, and closing in on its right leg. Her psychic arm seeped into its groin once again, damaging a nerve.

The tail that arrived before her in reflex, aiming to skewer her, turned stiff. She raised her arm, grabbing hold of the tail beneath the sharp tip. Exerting force in her hands, she pulled, using her body weight by leaning backward.

Due to becoming stiff, the Rigordile was temporarily unable to control its tail. The sharp tip pierced its thigh, penetrating its scales without much trouble. In the meantime, her psychic arm pulled at another nerve; the tail moved forward in response, burrowing further into the thigh.

As Madam Rizenne rolled to her left, her psychic arm pulled at another nerve before dissipating, due to the force exerted beyond its limits. In response to the psychic arm’s action, the Rigordile’s tail moved up, getting entangled within a couple of nerves, cutting some along the way.

It was temporarily stuck in place, due to the surrounding muscles contracting upon it. After her roll, Madam Rizenne sprinted for almost ten metres, coming to a stop after that. She watched the Rigordile turn around, completely enraged, its actions a notch slower than before.

The Rigordile sprinted towards her; one of its hands pulled out the lodged tail with force, allowing blood to squirt with force. In the next instant, the moment its right leg landed on the floor, it buckled, losing balance. The Rigordile tumbled, slamming on the ground, sliding forward, carried by the momentum of its sprint.

”Gruuooo!” The Rigordile let out a rage-filled shout, shaking its head a couple of times. It slammed its hands on the floor, using the rebound of the force to push its body up. Its hands suddenly lost the strength in them, its body losing its support, falling once again.

At the next moment, when the Rigordile was about to get up again, blood gushed out of its eyes, blinding it. There was a faint swelling in its head, arms, and groin, with the swelling in the groin area being the largest.

Blood gushed out of its eyes without pause, while the swelling on the three places continued to become larger and larger. There was a faint plop that resounded in the area, originating from the three spots respectively.

After the plop, the three swellings disappeared. The only difference was the amount of blood leaking out of its eyes experiencing a short spike for a couple of seconds before trickling down to a crawl.

Madam Rizenne walked towards it, crouching down before its head, and seeping her psychic arm into it. Just like before, once she seeped the psychic arm into its head, she exerted a pulling action that was beyond its limits, causing the psychic arm to shatter.

The part of it beyond the Rigordile’s head dissipated into the surroundings. Soon, another swelling formed on its head; a plop sound resounded before the swelling vanished. Madam Rizenne repeated the action a couple more times, dusting her hands as she got up.

”Check its state,” Her voice resounded around the hall, echoing in the ears of everyone present. Even without her urging, all the Warriors had been observing the fight by having activated their Tier 1 Skills from the start.

”It is dead,” A student muttered in disbelief.

”That monster was killed so swiftly,” Another student placed a hand above his forehead, wiping off the sweat.

”Madam made it look like child’s play,” A student looked awestruck, unable to believe her eyes. Many students either pinched themselves or rubbed their eyes, trying to check whether what they had witnessed was an illusion or a reality.

”Monstrous,” Jyorta sighed in defeat, feeling the strength in him dissipate. He felt a sense of inferiority when he looked at Madam Rizenne, the gap between them insurmountable. He felt it was a wide chasm, the depth leading into the abyss, with the other side situated beyond what he could see.

The current him neither had the hopes of scaling such a gap nor could he perceive the path that would lead him to that point. Madam Rizenne’s actions were vivid, entrenched deep into their memories, unable to be forgotten so long as they lived.

’What manner of battles did she experience to grow to this extent?’ Jyorta didn’t feel envious of the skill level Madam Rizenne had displayed. Everything she showed was as she had said, stuff that Haesha was capable of.

It was the other fact that made Jyorta envision such a wide chasm.