The Life of a Necromancer as a Swashbuckler

Chapter 33: Ake’s Attack

The figure in black entered the room just as Nameless and Yechacha were in the throes of passion. Unable to contain his rage, he shouted, “You shameless demoness!” and thrust his long sword toward Yechacha. Yechacha, battle-hardened and always on guard, saw the sword coming and suddenly flew sideways off Nameless’s body, landing on the bed right next to her. Her face flushed with embarrassment, and she let out a fierce, coquettish shriek, “Shameless!” Then she thrust her sword at Yechacha again with blinding speed—to Wuming, it was nothing more than a blur before her eyes. The man in black was fast, but the Yechacha was faster. Just as his sword reached the Yechacha, she vanished again, reappearing behind the man in black. With a swift sweep of her hand, she pulled his brocade robe off, exposing his white undershirt. Having seized the man’s brocade robe, Yechacha still refused to put it on, casually tossing it aside. Remaining completely naked, he looked at his opponent with a beaming smile. “Ooh, nice figure. Careful not to crush it.” Nameless knew the Yechacha well. The Yechacha must be furious right now, which is why she didn’t want to finish him off in an instant—instead, she intended to toy with him like a cat playing with a mouse. The intruder might be a member of the Martial Arts World, but in the face of the Yechacha, who had already broken through the bottleneck of the Xuan Nu Gong, he was nothing to speak of. The man in black clearly realized this as well and couldn’t help but grow tense. Seeing that his opponent seemed frightened, Yechacha found it even more amusing. “Oh, why are you shivering? Are you cold?” Yechacha said as he strolled leisurely, deliberately widening his stride to make it even more embarrassing for the other man to look him in the eye. “You’re just wearing too much. It’d be so much better if you were dressed like us.” With that, Yechacha darted forward again. This time, the man in black abandoned his defense, driven by a single thought: to protect his clothes, even at the cost of his life, rather than be stripped naked by Yechacha. Seeing the man’s reaction, Yechacha couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. His hands, which had been poised to strike upward, suddenly shifted downward. With a swift motion, he yanked the man’s pants down. The man in black hurriedly reached out to grab them, but in doing so, exposed his torso—Yechacha seized the moment to snatch the shirt away as well. In the blink of an eye, the man in black was stripped bare. Still not satisfied, Yechacha stood with her chest thrust out, circling her opponent, their naked bodies facing each other. She casually tossed all of his clothes onto the floor. As they hit the ground, something seemed to fall out, making a faint clink. Nameless, who had been hiding on the bed nearby, stared wide-eyed. He hadn’t expected the real Yechacha’s martial arts to be so formidable or her movements so swift, nor had he imagined he’d be so fortunate today to witness such a battle between two stunning beauties. While marveling at Yechacha’s martial arts, Nameless also couldn’t help but stare unabashedly at the newcomer. The woman in black had long, shapely legs and fair, smooth skin; her complexion was slightly darker than Yechacha’s, giving her a healthier glow—truly a rare beauty. As Nameless admired the beauty, he heard a faint “ting” sound on the floor. Following the sound, he saw something had fallen out, with just a corner peeking out—it seemed very familiar to him, and he couldn’t help but get out of bed to retrieve it. Meanwhile, Yechacha, seeing that the figure in black had finally been stripped bare, couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction. She extended a slender finger toward the newcomer’s chin and said with a cold laugh, “You’re quite a pretty little thing, aren’t you? It’s such a waste to keep you clothed.” The newcomer was furious as well. Clenching her teeth, she snapped at the Yechacha, “You demoness! If you’ve got the guts, just kill me! The Xiaoyao Sect won’t let you get away with this!” “Xiaoyao Sect!” Those three words seemed to hold a magical power, causing the Yechacha to pause. She stared blankly at her opponent, then turned to look at Nameless. By this time, Nameless had also gotten out of bed, found the dropped object, and was staring blankly at what he held in his hand—it was actually a Xiaoyao Sect token, inscribed with the character “Ke.”