I Became an Evolving Lizard in a Martial Arts Novel-Chapter 309

The Serpent Queen and Master really did look suspiciously alike.

Of course, if you looked closely, you’d notice the differences.

Their eye colors were different, and while both kept neutral expressions, Master gave off a far more stoic, solid aura.

The Serpent Queen’s expression could falter if she ate honey from the Jade Hive or if I acted a little cutesy—but Master? Never.

She didn’t express emotion beyond the tiniest curve of her lips.

So yes, there were clearly differences—if you were paying attention.

But if you looked even closer, you’d find some uncanny similarities too.

The comfort level inside their internal energy pouches was nearly identical.

The Serpent Queen’s was slightly bigger, Master’s a little warmer.

But in terms of overall stability, they were evenly matched.

Even for a Gerorong connoisseur like me, it was hard to tell them apart just by that alone.

If their body temperatures had matched perfectly, I probably wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference at all.

Was that really just a coincidence?

I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve sampled a lot of Gerorongs.

Even Cho-Do and So-Yeong could feel the difference.

Which meant that for these two to be so suspiciously similar, there had to be some kind of connection.

Maybe—just maybe—Master’s mother and the Serpent Queen’s teacher were the same person.

...So what would that make our family tree?

“Geeeeek...”

This was getting way too complicated.

No lizard brain could untangle this.

“Ppiyak!”

Whatever. It’s not like anything’s been confirmed yet. I’ll just stick to petting cute little Shik-Shik for now.

I’ll decide what to do after Master and the Serpent Queen meet face-to-face.

Shik-Shik wagged her tail gently.

She seemed genuinely excited about going on a family outing for the first time in a while.

Shik-Shik—our adorable daughter.

The Serpent Queen—her mother.

Which would make me...?

Well, I guess that makes me the dad. Whether I like it or not.

“...Ppiyak?”

Of course, the Serpent Queen has said some wild things before.

Like how Shik-Shik apparently thinks of me as a younger lizard, and that her occasional tongue flicks meant, “Hey, lil’ gek-gek! Big sis is here to heal you!”

“Hiiiiek.”

Look at those pure, innocent eyes.

No way those belong to an older sister.

She’s clearly just our sweet, baby Shik-Shik.

“Anyway, I must say—it’s curious that you’re using a wyvern as a mount.”

The three of us, a family of reptiles, were riding a wyvern toward the Heavenly Demon Cult.

The Serpent Queen seemed to be seeing a wyvern for the first time.

There were some flying beasts like pteranodons in the jungle, but they looked very different from wyverns.

“Kraaa...”

Look at this thing.

Wait—there’s a carrot tied to its left wing?

Where did you even get that?

And why are you shaking it around like that?

“Gegek.”

“Ah—no, no, nothing, ma’am!”

Right, let’s all behave.

They gave us a high-end transport, even prepared a place to sleep—what more could you ask for?

“Hmm...”

I turned to glance at the Serpent Queen.

She was dressed neatly for once.

I’d gotten used to it by now, but normally, the Serpent Queen barely wore any clothes at all.

Even when a few strategically placed scales covered her up, one wrong head tilt and... well, something might show.

She was the kind of creature who could shatter chastity five times over and still keep going.

There’s no denying that my current... condition had a lot to do with her influence.

Which is exactly why I couldn’t let others see her as I did.

Just imagining other people looking at the Serpent Queen the way I did made something burn in my chest.

So I had no choice but to wrap her up tightly.

“It’s stifling, but I suppose I must respect my partner’s wishes.”

“Ppiyak!”

I even dressed Shik-Shik in clothes.

She didn’t need them, technically, but it was a matter of taste.

A cute snake in cute clothes? That’s peak adorableness squared.

“But why can’t we wear the Meidubok? We have them, don’t we?”

“Gegek!”

Absolutely not!

That outfit is dangerous on every level.

Whether the Serpent Queen wears it, or Shik-Shik—same result.

“Hmm... Well, I did hear that the Skoolmiz outfit should be completed soon, so I suppose it doesn’t matter.”

“...Ge—geeeeeek?”

What did I just hear?

I’d known the snake ladies and Master were up to something suspicious.

I’d overheard something about recreating the Skoolmiz uniform.

Still, I didn’t worry too much.

Even if you could make a maid outfit, a school swimsuit was impossible to replicate with the materials of this world—or so I thought.

But then again... Master is a Transcendent.

Exaggerating slightly, she could probably move mountains with a flick of her finger.

What’s stopping her from making a Skoolmiz?

Normally, a martial master wouldn’t waste time crafting school swimsuits.

But Master was anything but normal.

This must be stopped.

Snake ladies in Skoolmiz... that’s—

“Gerorong.”

...Actually, it might not be so bad?

—

While the good Gomodo and the bad Gomodo were wrestling inside my head, we arrived safely at the Heavenly Demon Cult.

There was a brief commotion when the Serpent Queen appeared out of thin air—understandable, considering her level.

But come on, who am I?

A disciple of Baek Yeon-yeong, cult leader of the Heavenly Demon Cult.

After a few polite coughs and saying I needed to see my Master, people rushed off to deliver the news, and the Serpent Queen’s audience was approved.

Even without me, they’d have informed the cult leader—after all, the Serpent Queen was one of our allied pillars.

And let’s not forget, she’d recently been attacked by an unknown faction. Yet instead of retaliating, she chose to evacuate the followers first.

Public opinion on her had to be sky-high.

Of course, that evacuation was more about clearing out obstacles that might get caught in her counterattack—but no one needed to know that.

So, Fasir and Shik-Shik went in to meet Master.

I was going to wait and hope the conversation went well, but—

“Oh my, Lord Hee!”

“Lord Hee!”

A crowd began to form around me.

It wasn’t unusual for people to gather when I was in human form.

After all, I was the cult leader’s only disciple—it made sense they’d be curious.

But today was different.

There were way more people than usual.

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And unlike before—when it was overwhelmingly women—now it was about fifty-fifty.

It was the kind of moment that made me want to let out a big “GEEEEEK,” but in human form, that was a no-go.

If I opened my mouth and let out a gegegek or gerorong, my dignity would evaporate on the spot.

Not that I normally cared about dignity, but as Master’s disciple, I had to behave.

Yes, yes, got it. Understood.

I kept quiet and maintained the air of a stoic expert.

That’s when it happened.

Step.

A group of men in blue robes approached me.

I had no interest in them, but they were making it clear they wanted me to take interest in them.

To be precise, they weren’t bothering to hide their displeasure toward me.

I turned my head to face them.

Not bad for humans.

There were six of them in total—five appeared to be peak-level fighters.

And the one leading them... he’d already reached the transcendent peak.

You might say, “What’s the big deal?”—but this guy looked really young.

A little younger than Tang Mu-yeong, and hitting the peak at that age was no small feat.

Of course, I’m a lizard who reached the Flower Realm by age two, but hey—comparing people to me is never fair.

Just as I was thinking, “Impressive for a human,” the man stepped forward.

“Lord Кo Hui. I am Ma Hwi, sub-commander of the Honor Guard.”

Ah, so your name is Ma Hwi.

Nice to meet you. I’m Кo Hui.

I wanted to say that, but right now I was roleplaying as a quiet martial master.

“Is that so?”

I glanced at him and replied flatly.

Easy enough—just had to copy Master’s usual expression.

“I can’t express how glad I am to see you again. You’re the cult leader’s only disciple. Do you know what that means?”

“I do.”

“The other followers are also very curious about you.”

“Understood.”

Yes. Got it. Understood.

I busted out the invincible triple-response combo again.

I kept listening without much thought.

Why is he talking to me so much?

Even those curious about me usually backed off out of respect for my status.

“...And so, I would humbly request the chance to witness a bit of your martial arts.”

Ah, so that’s what he wanted.

A light request, really.

He wanted to see a bit of the martial arts I’d learned.

He wrapped it up in flowery language about how it would benefit the other followers, but he didn’t really need to.

I didn’t mind showing off a little martial arts.

So that’s why he kept talking.

As Master’s only disciple, it was natural for people to be curious about what techniques I used.

I understood that.

Whenever I saw a powerful fighter, I’d get excited about how they might fight, too.

So, I decided to give them a little demonstration.

I assumed the stance—

...Wait, do I even have any techniques I can use right now?

All the martial arts I’ve learned were designed for a lizard’s body...

Eh, I’ll figure it out somehow.

*

Ma Hwi smirked to himself.

He was a once-in-a-generation genius who had reached the transcendent peak in his early twenties.

Naturally, he had always believed he would become the cult leader’s disciple—and eventually rise to take her place.

But that dream was shattered.

By that silver-haired man who suddenly came out of nowhere.

There was no way Ma Hwi could like him.

He wasn’t even a proper follower of the Heavenly Demon Cult—how could he be the cult leader’s disciple?

Sure, there were rumors that his martial prowess was extraordinary.

But logically, it didn’t make sense.

How could a mere human hunt down a Transcendent-grade spirit beast?

It had to be thanks to that spirit beast from the Mount Hwa region, the one they called the Dragon of Hwasan.

That creature probably did the hunting, and this guy just took the credit. The others had clearly been fooled.

That was the only explanation that made sense.

He might’ve been pretending to be stoic, but Ma Hwi had seen it with his own eyes.

Those unfeeling blue eyes constantly shifting.

Lingering just a bit too long on certain parts of the women’s bodies.

What kind of lofty martial artist looked at women like that?

He was no different from some street pervert obsessed with women.

Ma Hwi had tried exposing him, but no one believed him.

Worse yet, some even seemed to enjoy the idea.

The cult leader’s disciple glanced at my chest? Oh my!

Women began wearing tight, low-cut outfits completely out of season.

Which only made Ma Hwi even angrier.

And he wasn’t alone.

The other men felt the same.

What does he have that we don’t?

So what if his martial arts are top-tier, °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° his voice is nice, his skin is flawless, he’s ridiculously handsome, tall, has just the right amount of muscle on his frame, and those thick forearms are kind of amazing, and he’s the cult leader’s one and only disciple with a golden future ahead of him—but besides all that, how are we any worse?

That was why Ma Hwi decided to take him down a peg.

Right now, Кo Hui was surrounded by hype.

There had to be something inflated about him.

His inner energy didn’t feel particularly impressive. And look at that snow-white skin.

How could someone with that level of power have such untouched skin?

It looked like he’d never even been out in the sun—like a pampered scholar.

And that right hand—what’s up with that?

A beautifully shaped hand, in perfect harmony with his thick, muscular forearms.

There’s no way that’s the hand of a martial artist.

He was definitely faking it.

Ma Hwi even felt a kind of duty rise within him.

He would uncover the truth—for the peace of the Heavenly Demon Cult.

Which led to this moment.

Кo Hui’s expression flickered with hesitation at the mention of a martial arts demonstration.

He couldn’t even begin to show anything.

Ma Hwi’s lips curled up in satisfaction.

Just a showy fake, nothing more.

Should he challenge him to a duel and crush him in front of everyone?

Maybe even humiliate him so badly he’d never dare open his mouth again?

Crack.

Ma Hwi’s fist tensed.

And then Ko Hui moved.

He walked slowly toward a nearby lake.

The onlooking disciples all held their breath as they watched.

After all, this was the cult leader’s disciple demonstrating his martial arts.

Ma Hwi suspected the man might stage some kind of accident—maybe fall into the water to shift the situation.

And then—

The disciples gasped in awe.

“...Waterstride!”

Ko Hui stepped onto the water—but his ankles didn’t get wet.

He was literally standing on the surface.

Waterstride—also known as Flat Step on a Calm Lake, a rare footwork technique.

Ma Hwi clicked his tongue.

That level of movement meant the guy wasn’t entirely a fake.

But still—it didn’t prove anything.

Maybe he’d just focused solely on agility and lightness techniques.

Besides, Ma Hwi could pull off that level of footwork easily.

He narrowed his eyes, preparing to watch more closely.

“...H-Huh?!” “What kind of sorcery is this?!”

Gasps and cries echoed all around.

Walking on water was difficult, sure—but not impossible.

But what was Ko Hui doing now?

He stood perfectly still on the surface of the water.

Walked forward slowly... then stopped.

Checked the crowd’s reaction... then walked again.

Waterstride was meant to be used like light-step movement—a brief technique to dash across a surface using bursts of focused force and momentum.

But this guy?

He was just... floating there. Like it was nothing.

The disciples were practically fainting.

But Ko Hui’s bizarre display wasn’t over yet.

Apparently pleased by the reaction, he began performing a footwork technique utterly incomprehensible to this era.

“H-He’s...” “No... it can’t be...!” “Meeeeeyoooooooong!”

Ma Hwi’s pupils dilated.

He couldn’t believe it.

How could this be possible?

Was that even a human movement?

“He’s... he’s walking backwards! Backwards!!” “But he was just—how is he still facing us?!”

Some of the spectators actually fainted.

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That’s how shocking it was.

It was a technique beyond comprehension.

Heavenly Demon Moonstep.

In Ko Hui’s original world, it had a different name.

They called it the Moonwalk.