Chapter 19 new scene

Ive been struggling to write chapter 20 all day and i realized its because these words are actually just the end to chapter 19 and I ended it too early. Now onto chapter 20

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I stood in a burning city of ferocious monsters locked in a war in miniature. Tiny soldiers screamed and clashed with crude and malformed weaponry.

Killing the Chieftan made all the goblins around me stop for just a moment. It removed an enemy. It didn’t win the fight. There was a tense pause as I stared down the shamans and rock slingers in the back line of the enemy. None of the monsters moved to attack me. My breath came to me heavy, panting at the exertion. The raw power I had pulled through my dantian left part of me sore.

Black lightning danced along my sword. I made the first move, dancing forward through the sword-forms of my path, carving the monsters apart. I focused on what Stef had said; I wielded [One Cut, One Kill] with intent.

[One Cut, One Kill reached level 3!]

When my blade met an uninjured enemy, their flesh parted. It was more than cutting; it was like an invisible blade extended beyond the edge of my own and carved them apart. Practically the entire backline of goblins had fallen; none of them were armed or armored to fight hand to hand.

I stood over a field of corpses as I turned to look to the second troop of goblins. Without their backline, this troop of goblins had rapidly lost control of the ongoing fight raging in the center of the goblin city. Fire and acid bubbled where the two forces had met.

Then things grew quiet as the second troop of goblins stopped and stared at me. Twenty percent of my core had been exhausted by the fight.

A Hobgoblin in the back of the second tiny army shouted. Then he pushed through the ranks. He wore heavy metal armor, an ugly mismatch of pig iron spliced with human made armor and boiled leather.

[Varys, Level 21 Warrior Chieftan]

“Feng. Little Human.” The monster smiled, revealing rotting teeth in sharp rows. “Good honour fight.”

The monster lifted its sword in invitation of a duel. I was still panting after having carved through the monstrous backline of the other troop of goblins. Fighting them had been easy when their entire frontline was occupied. I looked behind the Hobgoblin. Hobgoblin shamans lifted staffs in my direction.

I cycled [Star Falling through the Void] as I lifted my sword at the monster.

Killing every last goblin here was possible. But I preferred not to do it all at once.

I took one step forward. The monsters smiled widened.

My second step carried me farther than a step should have. The third made me travel ten feet. My sword arrived at the Chieftan’s side, bouncing off the armor. The monster scream and turned to bring down it’s club at me, but my next step took me to the wall of the village. I turned as I broke the movement technique, spinning around just in time to stop a few feet from the wall.

A wave of fire smashed into me as I turned around. The reinforced robes I was wearing dissipated much of the heat, splashing off me and igniting the walls, but still seared at my skin. The Qi Condensation stage and opening of my meridians had tempered my body, but not enough to resist a burning flame.

I grunted as I cycled the Anti-Light movement technique once again, shooting out of the goblin village.

Fighting a horde of distracted enemies was completely different than voluntarily fighting an entire troop by myself.

I shot out of the camp and into the woods.