I Became an Evolving Lizard in a Martial Arts Novel-Chapter 284

I Succeeded.

Even though the Gae Gak Sect had grown stronger, I never thought I could definitely capture both of the Hyeon-Gyeong.

I had to defeat one, and my remaining disciples would have to take care of the other, but there were just too many variables.

So, I decided to borrow the power of another existence.

I made sure to stir things up, ignoring my own body and tearing at the wings of the mystical energy to draw Bihee's attention.

Just as Bihee arrived, intending to deal with me first instead of my disciples, I was already nearly at my limit.

There was no choice but to hand over my body.

To the entity inside me—Simma.

Even though Simma devoured my body, I wasn’t confident I could defeat masters and other powerful beings I couldn’t take down myself.

Sure, my combat ability would increase, but I doubted I could reach their level.

But I surpassed that level and even reached a point where I could overwhelm them.

I hid within my inner realm and observed.

To be more precise, it seemed like Simma opened something so I could clearly see.

With a single strike, both Hyeon-Gyeong were defeated, and a technique I had never seen before was unleashed.

It was a sight that left me in shock.

The body was mine, but the one using it was different. To see such a change was startling.

The strengthened body was likely due to something like the Protective Body Technique, and using an unknown magic to defeat them in one blow—it was shocking.

At the same time, a new goal formed.

After all, I showed that kind of ability with this body.

If that being could do it, what couldn't I?

Especially the breath it released was shocking.

To fire a destructive beam like the Gae Gak Death Beam while also firing off an indiscriminate blast of destructive energy—that was a terrifying sight.

Even from within my inner realm, it was clear that anyone facing that would lose all will to fight instantly.

But the entire Gae Gak Sect didn’t lose heart. On the contrary, their fighting spirit was ignited.

In the end, thanks to Soyeong's efforts, we managed to subdue Gomodo. There were injuries, like Docheol, but no one died, marking a flawless victory.

Everyone contributed, but it was clear that Soyeong's role was the most crucial.

How did that little thing, which was like a ping-pong ball, become a soccer ball?

...Why am I thinking this?

Did I just have a strange dream? It felt like an image I shouldn’t have been thinking of.

It was as though Soyeong had transformed into a higher version of herself, a middle or great version.

But Soyeong is Soyeong; she could never change that much, right?

Even though Simma was defeated, I still hadn’t fully regained my consciousness.

I guessed it was because of the injuries from the battle with Gung-Gi, which kept me from waking up completely.

Of course, I was still within my inner realm.

—Hmph.

I was there with that being, at the lake.

—Don’t get too cocky. I will take your body again whenever I please.

The red Spino-shaped Simma inside me.

Now I knew what its true identity was.

I had suspected it all along, but this was the former Gomodo.

Why was such a thing inside my body?

And did I evolve into Gomodo not by chance, but because of this being?

I had many questions.

But there was no time to ask them, and I knew Simma wouldn’t easily answer.

From its reactions, it seemed to dislike being around me.

But one thing was clear.

The former Gomodo wasn’t such a wicked spiritual being.

Unlike when I faced Gung-Gi and Bihee, it fought with less power against the followers of the Gae Gak Sect.

It showed me techniques and taught my disciples how to react in certain situations.

While my disciples probably thought it was a deadly battle, in reality, it was closer to a sparring session.

—You must be under some kind of delusion, but your thoughts are not the answer.

Simma growled, speaking to me.

No matter how much it pretended, I knew.

It was partly true that it wanted to take my body.

The former Gomodo, who controlled my body, was incredibly powerful.

If my disciples hadn’t stopped it, it might have headed to Kunlun and faced Jin-Long in a life-or-death struggle.

But I could tell that its desire to harm my disciples was an act.

Was it planning to take them in as its own and use them as an army?

No, there was definitely more it was hiding.

—And you’re still not fully awake. We’re just coexisting. When you wake, it may be me who does so.

Yeah.

I guess I need to resolve this first.

I need to drag it under the lake, and then I’ll wake up again.

I can think about it after I reclaim my body.

And anyway, it hasn’t changed the fact that it hurt my disciples.

—Hmph, you’re calling that hurt?

Simma chuckled.

Laugh while you can.

While you’ve been using my body, I’ve learned how to use this space.

—...Wait a minute.

Simma’s expression changed.

It seemed like it realized what I was about to do.

—Don’t do it. You mustn’t betray the last duty!

It was already too late.

You had your fun with my body, didn’t you?

And you even hurt my disciples?

—No! Not that attire, please!

Simma’s attitude, once arrogant and dismissive, instantly shifted.

The ancient spirit everyone feared now had to fear something.

Only I knew the forbidden knowledge.

Boom!

In an instant, Simma’s attire changed.

—Kraaack! How dare you... huh?

Simma, about to scream in rage, tilted its head.

—Hmph, what is this... it’s just... animal ears, isn’t it? There’s no heaven in it.

Yes. What Simma was wearing was a headband shaped like rabbit ears.

—It’s not a floating garment. You just put something weird on your head. What’s the...?

Simma’s words trailed off.

Seeing its red body, it stopped speaking as though it had seen something it shouldn’t.

Yes.

At first, it seemed like it was just wearing the headband.

But this was different.

—Gah! Kraaack!

Simma screamed in agony.

—W-What is this attire?!

When did it start thinking there was no heaven?

It was a reversal technique, a new attack.

A bizarre attire where there’s no fabric where there should be and fabric where there shouldn’t.

Reversal magic.

—Kraaaaack!

I was screaming too.

The pain felt like my eyes were being gouged out.

But it was okay.

Simma was suffering too.

Splash!

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It quickly dove deep into the lake to hide its appearance.

It was strange thinking that something like that was Gomodo, but actually, that form felt more familiar to me.

—You... you shouldn’t do this.

Simma entered the deep lake.

—You are... I...

I didn’t hear the last words, but it didn’t matter.

It was time to wake from my inner realm.

I could think about it after meeting my worried disciples.

*

I see something shimmering in front of me.

Two gigantic rice cakes are moving back and forth, and they seem strangely familiar.

...It's Tus and Pus, isn't it?

"Kyong!"

It looks like Tus and Pus, noticing that I opened my eyes, are shaking their little behinds excitedly.

Why have these guys grown so big?

"Kyeng!"

With their crimson tongues, they begin licking me all over.

"Ge-ehk."

I wonder if spiders even have crimson tongues, but since Tus and Pus have evolved into Anansea, it doesn't seem too strange.

"Kyeng-ying."

"Ing-ing-kyong."

That sounds like a familiar cry.

Now that I think about it, it's not that they've grown; it's that I've shrunk.

Just looking at these stubby front paws, I can tell.

Well, after using so much power, side effects were bound to happen.

"Ho, you’re awake."

A different voice comes from beside me.

Turning my head, I see Docheol, wrapped in bandages, lying down.

At least he's alive, so that's a relief.

"It's an honorable wound. Against that Gomodo..."

Breath! Watch out!

Isn’t he just complaining about getting hit while doing nothing?

With the expression that seemed to know everything, Docheol began to avert his gaze.

"Ge-ggeok."

"...Someone had to take a hit, so I sacrificed myself. After all, neither I nor Cho-Do could defeat Gomodo, so it's better for Cho-Do to distract him."

Seems like he had his troubles.

Though, in my mind, it will always be remembered as 'avoiding the dragon's breath.'

"Kyeng-ying? Could it be...!"

I hear Soyeong’s excited voice from outside.

"Everyone, come here! Great Sir has finally regained consciousness!"

As soon as she finishes, the sound of rushing footsteps fills the air.

If I were to exaggerate a bit, it would feel like an earthquake.

"Hahaha..."

Honestly, seeing the Igaksu (the wolves) running, it almost feels like there really was an earthquake.

Everyone rushed over, but since there was some distance, Soyeong managed to reach me first.

Soyeong is the one who deserves the most credit.

Because I trusted her, I allowed her to touch my vital points, and despite being injured herself, she managed to suppress Gomodo with a powerful technique.

Normally, Soyeong would seem clumsy and foolish, but I couldn't help but acknowledge her for what she did then.

The god of the Gae Gak Sect, Tang Soyeong.

I lifted my head to look at Soyeong.

Her brown hair.

Tied into a dumpling-like bun, with one side of her hair longer, covering her ear, and when you look closely, it could almost resemble a tail or antenna—her hair was rather unique.

Perhaps because she was part of the Tang Clan, unlike ordinary martial artists, her eyes had a green tint, similar to a spiritual being's.

Reluctantly, I had to admit it—she had a small face with delicate features, making her undeniably beautiful.

Looking at Soyeong like this.

I was about to praise her for this achievement and explain the situation, but my gaze landed on Soyeong's poison pouch.

"Ge-ehh..."

A cry of disappointment escaped me.

"What... what’s with that disappointed look?"

Well, it's because that poison pouch I briefly saw is completely gone.

Like a mirage in the middle of summer, everything I saw had vanished.

It wasn’t Gero-Rong, but I couldn’t even find the pouch that could be compared to a Gero-Rong.

With that disappointed look on my face, Soyeong’s antennae wiggled.

Her hands were flailing as she ran towards me.

"Hey, you lizard! How can you get up and act like this right away!"

Soyeong, unable to hold back her anger.

She raised her thick tail and swung it toward Soyeong's forehead.

Thock.

Of course, I wasn't a bad lizard who would strike Soyeong after all she’d been through.

I tapped her head as a sign of appreciation...

"Yip! Ugh...?"

"Ge-ehk!"

What the hell? Why are you biting my tail like a dog?

"Kyong..."

Tus, I wasn’t talking to you...

"Hehe... This is the taste of the Great Sir's tail..."

What kind of tail do you think this is, biting it like that?

I had struggled so much not to use the power of this tail.

I was about to let it slide, but I couldn’t anymore.

Crack!

"Ugh-kyah!"

Soyeong, clutching her forehead, collapsed.

As expected, Soyeong hadn’t changed a bit. She was still Tang Soyeong.