I Can Level Up Infinitely

Chapter 118: Demon Purging Aura

Like Noira, Frenrir flicked his fingers, his nails lengthening into sharp claws.

Slash!

He cut open his left palm.

Having already gone through the process once, Leon knew exactly what to do. Without hesitation, he used one of the Raging Inferno’s Wings to slice open his right palm.

Blood flowed from the wound. The two stepped closer and pressed their palms together. Their fingers intertwined.

"Bond."

They spoke in unison. The instant the word left their mouths, the blood connecting their hands began to hiss.

Sizzle!

The blood merged together before vanishing completely.

Unlike before, no dark clouds gathered overhead. No lightning descended from the sky.

Yet Leon could clearly feel it. A connection had formed. A bond.

At the same time, Frenrir could feel it too.

Power surged through his body.

’Martial Master Realm...’ A faint smile appeared on his face. ’It’s nothing compared to my peak strength, but it’ll do for now.’

Frenrir looked at Leon.

"Master." His expression became serious once more. "Noira and I will keep the demon occupied. We’ll also try to force it back inside the tower."

His gaze drifted toward the distant battlefield.

"We can’t kill it. But this much, we can do."

Then he looked back at Leon. "In the meantime, you need to comprehend Demon Purging Aura."

His voice carried a sense of urgency. "The faster you master it, the better it will be for everyone."

A brief silence followed. Then Frenrir nodded. "Good luck, Master."

The next moment...

"I’ll go help Noira." With that, he turned and shot toward the battlefield.

Whoosh!

Leon watched him leave. freewebnøvel.com

Then his gaze shifted toward the translucent panel floating before him.

[Congratulations, Host. You have successfully tamed another beast.]

[Soul Sanctuary: 2/5 Beasts]

’Status Bar.’ The moment the thought crossed his mind, more notifications popped up in the panel before him.

[Host: Leon Bale]

[Status Bar]

[Damage: 142

HP: 74

Perception: 35

Speed: 141

Mana: 198 M

Soul Strength: 10]

Leon stared at the numbers. A grin slowly formed on his face. "Damage 142..." His heart pounded slightly faster. "I just passed the threshold of becoming an A-class hunter. With the Frost Monarch’s Blade, my damage will be equivalent to a Disaster-Class hunter. Though beginner level, it will still be over peak S-Class."

A wave of excitement surged through him. Even in a situation as desperate as this one, he couldn’t completely suppress it. But the feeling quickly faded.

His gaze returned to the battlefield.

Stanley. Noira. Frenrir.

All three were desperately fighting the demon. The creature was being blown apart again and again. Yet each time, it regenerated.

Again.

And again.

Leon noticed something else as well. The demon wasn’t getting tired. Not even slightly.

Its movements remained as swift as ever. Its attacks remained just as powerful.

It was as if it possessed an endless supply of energy. An inexhaustible reserve of stamina.

The others weren’t as fortunate. Noira and Frenrir had only recently joined the battle. Stanley had yet to reveal the full extent of his power.

But there was one thing Leon was certain of. Unlike the demon, they didn’t possess limitless reserves of energy. The longer the battle dragged on, the more dangerous the situation would become for them.

"If this continues... They’re going to die. I have to do something." He fell silent.

’Ninth Form of Sword Art Breathing.’ He thought. Leon quickly retreated, putting more distance between himself and the battlefield.

The demon immediately noticed his movement. It abandoned its clash with the others and charged straight toward him.

But before it could get close...

Boom!

Stanley appeared in front of it at lightning-like speed and threw a punch. The impact was devastating. A portion of the demon’s shoulder exploded apart.

Yet the destroyed flesh regenerated almost instantly.

Stanley didn’t stop.

Another attack followed.

Then another.

Doing everything he could to keep the demon occupied.

Meanwhile, Leon exhaled slowly.

’I hope I can make it before it’s too late.’ He silently summoned the manual of Sword Art Breathing.

A booklet instantly appeared in his hand. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Without wasting a second, he flipped through the pages until he reached the ninth Chapter.

The moment his eyes landed on the title, they widened.

’Ninth Form: Demon-Purging Aura.’ Leon froze. "So I had this all along?"

Disbelief flashed across his face. Then he remembered the mysterious voice.

’But that voice...’ His brows furrowed. ’Where did it come from? And how did it know exactly what I needed?’

The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

One question after another surfaced in his mind.

But Leon quickly shook his head.

"Whatever. Now isn’t the time to think about that."

He lowered his eyes to the manual.

"First, I need to comprehend this."

His gaze drifted toward the battlefield where Stanley, Frenrir, and Noira were desperately holding back the demon.

"Then I’ll deal with that thing."

Meanwhile...

Far away from Delvan City.

Inside a secluded mountain valley.

A young woman, around twenty-five years old, stood beside a window. A phone was pressed against her ear.

"You’re saying a demon escaped from the Delvan Tower and you need my help?" Her expression gradually turned serious.

"Three eyes? Are you sure it has three eyes?"

A few moments passed.

Then she nodded.

"Alright. I’m coming."

The call ended.

Without wasting any time, she left her room and entered another nearby room.

Inside, a middle-aged man sat calmly in a wooden chair. Several manuals lay open across the table before him. He was reading through them attentively.

The woman stepped forward.

"Father."

The man didn’t even look up. "What is it?"

"I need to leave the mountain for a while."

The man calmly turned another page. "Did you complete your task?"

"No."

"Then you can’t leave."

His tone was flat. "Finish your task first. After that, you can go wherever you want."

"It can’t wait that long."

Only then did the man pause.

"A demon has appeared."

The room fell silent. The woman continued.

"And it’s strong. It might be a Rank 3 Demon."

For the first time, the man looked up.