I Can Level Up Infinitely

Chapter 125: Showdown

The battlefield froze.

Everyone felt the overwhelming power surging from where Leon was.

Noira turned toward him. So did the demon. A chill ran down its spine.

Leon slowly rose to his feet, his back straightening as he clenched his fist. "So... this is the Demon-Purging Aura."

He looked down at his hand. "It feels warm... yet destructive at the same time."

’Frost Monarch’s Blade.’ The sword instantly materialized in his hand. The moment his fingers wrapped around the hilt, the dense indigo aura surrounding his body flowed into the blade.

Its silver edge became shrouded in a mixture of silver and indigo light.

Leon’s gaze swept across the battlefield. The sight before him made his heart sink. Then his eyes fell upon Frenrir’s unconscious body lying in the distance. Something inside him snapped. He hadn’t known Frenrir for long. But the bond was unmistakable. And without Leon even knowing, he had started caring for both of his tamed beasts. Deeply.

An unfamiliar rage began welling up from the very core of his heart.

He started walking.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

"Ninth Form." His calm voice echoed across the silent battlefield. "Demon-Purging Aura."

The moment the final word left his mouth...

Whoosh!

His figure shot forward, leaving behind a streak of silver and indigo light.

The demon saw Leon charging straight toward it. To the demon, Leon’s speed was still slow. If it wanted to, it could easily dodge.

Yet...

The aura surrounding Leon had already crushed its will. The demon couldn’t even blink.

Much less move. Or defend itself. freewёbnoνel.com

Then...

Leon appeared before the demon and swung his sword. A trail of silver and indigo aura followed the blade as it cut through the air.

At the very last moment, the demon instinctively raised a hand to defend.

Schlk!

The blade struck its wrist. Then, it continued forward effortlessly. It was as though it were slicing through tofu. The demon’s hand was severed cleanly at the wrist and sent flying into the distance.

"ARGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

The demon let out a bloodcurdling scream and staggered backward.

The severed hand suddenly turned black. Then, before anyone’s eyes...

It crumbled into black ash and faded into the air.

Noira’s shoulders relaxed as the crimson aura surrounding her gradually faded.

"Master, I’ll go check on Frenrir’s condition."

With those words, she turned and left. The terror that had gripped the battlefield only moments ago no longer meant anything to her.

Leon simply nodded, his gaze never leaving the demon.

Instead of going straight to Frenrir, Noira first made her way to Hazel and crouched beside her. "Do you have any more of those healing pills?" She had seen Hazel hand over a golden pill to Stanley earlier.

Hazel tried to speak, but no words came out.

Instead, her eyes darted toward her waist, as if trying to tell Noira something.

Noira immediately understood. She quickly searched Hazel’s waist and found a small pouch hidden beneath her clothes.

Pulling it out, she opened it. Inside were seven or eight golden pills. Noira’s eyes lit up with joy. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Without wasting a second, she took out one of the pills and fed it to Hazel.

"Thank you."

She didn’t wait for a response.

Turning around, she immediately rushed toward Frenrir.

Frenrir was in terrible condition. His skin had withered, as though he had suddenly aged by more than twenty years. His eyes were dull and unfocused. Noira’s heart ached at the sight. She quickly took out another golden pill and placed it in Frenrir’s mouth.

The effects were immediate. Color gradually returned to his face. Although the signs of old age remained, his wounds rapidly healed, and the light returned to his eyes.

"You went too far, Frenrir," Noira said, her voice trembling.

Frenrir slowly turned his head toward Leon.

His gaze settled on the dense indigo aura enveloping the Frost Monarch’s Blade.

"Even if I had to die..." A faint smile appeared on his aged face. "It would have been worth it."

Noira didn’t argue. Because she had been prepared to do exactly the same.

Even so... Seeing her brother in such a state still filled her heart with pain.

Frenrir turned toward Noira. "Go help the others."

Noira remained silent for a moment before finally nodding.

She rose to her feet and hurried toward Stanley first. Taking out a golden pill, she quickly fed it to him.

Almost instantly, Stanley recovered.

Without wasting any time, Noira moved on to Archie, Jasper, and Oliver, feeding each of them a pill in turn.

One by one, they recovered and slowly rose to their feet. Every pair of eyes turned toward the center of the battlefield.

The white demon stood before Leon. Its entire body was trembling with fear. The demon staggered backward. Then, as if refusing to accept reality, it suddenly stopped and threw another punch.

Schlk!

The Frost Monarch’s Blade flashed once more.

The strike was precise. Effortless.

The demon’s remaining hand was severed cleanly at the wrist.

Just like before, the detached hand didn’t regenerate. The blood made no attempt to reconnect the severed limb. Or more accurately...

It no longer could.

"No..." The demon’s voice trembled. "You can’t be him. It should be impossible. He is supposed to be dead. You’re a fake.

A phony trying to imitate him!"

The demon roared as it staggered backward.

Its severed arm was raised toward Leon, pointing at him with uncontrollable trembling.

Leon didn’t bother responding. He simply took a step forward. Then another.

Each step was slow. Measured. And filled with an overwhelming sense of oppression.

The demon moved again, making one final desperate lunge at Leon. It thrust its leg forward.

Leon spun on his heel, sidestepping the kick with effortless precision. Before the demon could even react, the Frost Monarch’s Blade danced once more.

Silver and indigo streaked through the air.

Schlk!

One of the demon’s legs was severed cleanly and sent flying.

Before it could lose its balance and collapse...

Schlk!

Leon moved again. The remaining leg was cut off just as effortlessly.

Thud!

The demon’s limbless body crashed onto the ground.

"No... Wait..." The demon had finally lost all of its arrogance. Even its earlier fury had vanished. It was about to beg for mercy.

But...

Leon didn’t even bat an eye.

He slowly raised his sword. The tip of the blade pointed directly at the demon lying helplessly before him.

Then...

Schlk!

The blade descended without the slightest hesitation, piercing straight through the demon’s chest. Blood splattered on the ground.

Its body convulsed once.

Then...

It went still.

Silence descended upon the battered battlefield.