Free Web NovelChapter 70: Monster in Combat
Upon hearing those words, the little girl swallowed hard. She gave a slight nod, her rainbow-colored eyes shining in an almost magical way.
"What’s your name?" Priam asked calmly.
"L-Luvinah..." the little girl replied, her voice trembling, but hearing her own name seemed to restore a trace of dignity to her.
"Good. Just wait a little. I’ll take you home," Priam murmured as he turned around.
To Luvinah, those words sounded like a thunderclap of hope; no one had ever promised to take her back, only to use her.
A thunderous roar echoed furiously.
"Brat! My patience isn’t infinite! Hand her over..."
"Fuck off," Priam cut him off coldly, clenching his fists.
[Activate Power Rune?] [Yes / No]
’Yes.’
Deep within his soul, the small black rune pulsed violently, releasing a torrent of power that had been restrained until now.
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The gigantic demon leading the siege roared as he drew a colossal sword. He charged forward alone, confident that his strength would crush any resistance.
A dark green aura erupted around him. His body was like a falling mountain, and his sword a blade that seemed intent on splitting heaven and Earth in two.
At that moment, Priam gently pushed Luvinah behind him. The movement was protective, almost instinctive.
When he focused on the demon...
His pale eyes turned into an abyssal black, and his entire body began pulsing with a dark and oppressive light.
[Name: Varek Thorne]
[Race: Zarken]
[Magic Title: Physical Mage Disciple, Second Level]
[Karmic Title: Foolish Commander]
[Bloodline: 45]
[Anima: 20]
[Wheel of Fate: 65]
[Loyalty: Terrible]
Priam read the status quickly. Seeing the Anima and Bloodline values, he could already get a good idea of the enemy’s strength. A Bloodline above 50 meant the person possessed high-level techniques and mastery over powerful energies. A very high Anima spoke of skill, intelligence, and the ability to adapt to anything.
Fortunately, this demon seemed to be a complete idiot. Even his karmic title from a previous life made that obvious.
The only thing truly above average about him was his Wheel of Fate. No wonder he had been born into a powerful clan, possibly as the son of someone important. After all, despite looking young, everyone around him seemed to respect him.
Without hesitation, Priam advanced.
He released no aura. He simply...
His eyes shone in a terrifying way, like two dark abysses, empty and corrupted.
Luvinah and the horde of demons watched as the two figures moved dangerously closer to each other. The contrast between them was striking.
Priam was short, slender, and extremely feminine in appearance, delicate even by humanoid standards. The demon before him, on the other hand, was a mountain of muscle radiating overwhelming physical power.
Priam’s fists glowed with a black light, and then he attacked directly.
"Does he want to die?"
The surrounding demons burst into laughter, finding it ridiculous that the insect hadn’t even drawn a weapon. Was he really planning to use his bare fists? That was beyond stupid.
But...
*BOOOM!*
Priam’s direct punch collided head-on with the demon’s massive blade as it came down like an unstoppable guillotine.
The crack of the impact was deafening.
Everyone around them was stunned.
The impact pushed both sides several meters backward, and a shockwave of pure Ether spread fiercely in every direction.
Priam was only at the absolute peak of a Mage Acolyte. This demon, however, was a Second-Level Disciple. On paper, the gap between their realms should have been an insurmountable abyss.
But Priam quickly realized from the demon’s movements that his opponent was a young demon, sent only to lead the mission and gain military prestige through an easy victory.
He was far from the strongest demon among those surrounding him, and his arrogance seemed to make him want to handle everything personally...
In other words, this was Priam’s only opportunity.
To the demons around them, Priam was just a weak and insignificant young humanoid. However, the fact that he had paid four hundred million without hesitation, managed to fight head-on from the very first clash, and maintained such a cold and confident demeanor left the older demons uneasy.
They seriously feared that Priam might be the hidden descendant of some powerful sect from the Divine Plane. That was why they had tried negotiating first. And now, they were anxiously wondering how to resolve this matter without creating a major problem.
But...
The demonic "Young Master’s" patience had run out.
*Vush!*
The demon crossed ten meters in a fraction of a second. The tip of his colossal sword closed in on Priam’s chest once again.
"Blind fool, you’re courting death...!"
Priam merely snorted and moved.
His body twisted unnaturally at high speed, a hair’s-breadth dodge that seemed to defy physics, letting the blade cut through empty air.
"!"
To everyone watching, that movement was an absolutely impossible blur.
But he didn’t just dodge.
Using the momentum of his spin, he launched a counterattack with a punch moving at the same devastating speed.
His eyes pulsed with dense dark energy. The black aura finally erupted.
The triumphant expression on the young demon’s face vanished instantly.
Priam’s punch carried more than brute force. It came with a storm of overwhelming energy that compressed the surrounding air. The sudden pressure suffocated the young demon, freezing his lungs from the sheer density alone.
*BOOOOM!!*
The direct impact generated a shockwave that made the entire ground tremble slightly.
"What... what?!"
The demons watching lost their breath in shock.
What kind of monstrous strength was that?
Suddenly, the young demon spat out a thick mouthful of black blood and was launched backward like a ragdoll. He rolled heavily across the ground, coughing continuously, his face twisted by unbelievable agony.
"How is this possible?!"
While the army was still trying to process what had happened, cries of alarm echoed out.
Priam vanished from where he stood.
He appeared like a gray phantom in front of the fallen young demon. His fists glowed with condensed energy as he unleashed merciless blows, fast as meteors.
*BANG! BANG! BANG!*
The young demon retreated in panic, desperately trying to raise his arms to defend himself, but Priam’s speed was insane.
A precise and staggering strike landed directly on his hand. A loud crack rang out, and the colossal sword was sent flying, spinning through the air before burying itself deep into a distant boulder.
In one abrupt, continuous, and absurdly fluid motion, Priam twisted his hips and delivered a kick that launched his enemy straight into a nearby pile of rocks.
*RUMBLE!*
The stone structure collapsed into dust.
Despite his absolute dominance, Priam gritted his teeth, feeling the enemy’s resilience.
The difference between an Acolyte and a Disciple still mattered. Although he was far faster and far more skilled, the demon’s body was reinforced by an absurd amount of energy.
After all, he was a Physical Mage.
The impact against his hands felt like smashing a solid steel wall with a reinforced wooden sledgehammer. The collision happened, but the actual internal damage was nowhere near lethal.
*Crack*
The demon rose from the rubble and jerked his head upward.
The arrogance had completely disappeared, replaced by deep shock and disbelief that twisted his features. His right arm trembled violently, completely numb and unusable from the impact.
The crowd of demons had fallen utterly silent.
How was this small, young humanoid, who was clearly still nothing more than an Acolyte, winning a close-combat duel so overwhelmingly?
This went far beyond Magic Arts or simple battle experience.
It looked like an inexplicable gap in raw power.
"What was it you said before?" Priam asked slowly.
His voice came out icy cold, cutting through the silence.
He took slow, calculated steps.
Positioning himself strategically between the demon and Luvinah, he stood firm like an unbreakable barrier.
"You... you damn bastard!"
The demon’s expression twisted into insane fury.
As soon as the numbness in his arm eased even slightly, he roared and spat a mouthful of black blood into his hand.
The next second, the blood twisted strangely and ignited.
Black lightning appeared, writhing chaotically between his fingers.
At that moment, the surrounding demons snorted, their eyes shining.
Young Master was finally using his race’s Ancestral Art.
He had completely lost face after being humiliated in direct hand-to-hand combat.
But now, the game was over.
