Devil Slave (Satan system)

The recent developments made Coco nodding his head in appreciation for a good fight.

After all, a true battle carried the essential element of all.

It was not just Skill, but also Luck, Wisdom, and an incredible application of knowledge.

Razor knew that regardless of possession of a True name, that his fight with Manta was not going to be an easy one.

Therefore, he decided to lure in his opponent with the satisfaction of Victory knowing fully well that her bad habit would take a hold of her when she was happy.

For him to achieve true victory, he actually allowed two of her attacks to smash into his chest.

Each one of them taking a good 25% of his life.

Another two more and he would die.

However, that was what it took to defeat someone like Manta.

Especially because she had underestimated her opponent.

Razor was very willing to fall in other for him to rise.

Coco nodded his head in acknowledgment of the Reptoid man’s sharp thinking.

Such dedication to the glory of winning was highly commendable.

“Hehehe,” Razor chuckled, “can you feel it?” He asked in his deep but ever eerie voice that had the capability of sending down shivers through one’s spine.

“Outside your body, there is only so much that my poison can do. Especially because of our difference in ranks. But that is a different issue when it is inside your body. As of this very moment, my poison courses through your veins, corrupting your blood stream. Weaking your organs. One step at a time, dragging you to my HELL.”

His words came like the declaration of her destined fate from the very heavens.

Every word sinking into her head like a thunderstorm in a desert.

This was the reason she felt as if her opponent had gotten faster.

It was not that he was faster. It was just that she had gotten much slower.

She looked to her hand.

It shook slightly.

This was evidence that the poison was truly causing destruction in her body.

If this was just normal poison, a person of her strength could result to forcing it out of her system.

Here laid another advantage of a True name.

The poison in her body was already deadly on its own.

However, the addition of a True name made it a force none in the Lesser demon ranks should mess with.

Manta frowned hard. She spat to the side, using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth.

She had errored because she was in higher spirits, letting the ecstasy of joy drain her of her self awareness.

However, this fight was not over yet.

Once she defeated him, she could still sit and concentrate on expelling the poison from her body.

Of course, that was easier said than done. Expelling the poison of a True name was going to take much from her.

But at this point, she had no other choice.

However for now, she had to first bring the slimy fellow to his knees.

Regardless of the poison, she held her weapon tight, biting down on her lips, blood flowed and then her body suddenly glowed in a dark but low purple color that had a taint of red to it.

It sweuled about her body like Maisma, slowly threatening to engolf her.

Razor frowned a bit at this.

With the True name poison in her veins, she should not be able to summon that much Darkline magic.

It could only mean one thing.

“You are burning your own blood!?” Razor asked however, he did not need an answer to this. He already knew what she was doing.

“Blood essence from my heart to be precis,” She replied.

“If you were willing to take on my hammer for the opportunity to entrap me using my own desire for victory. Then I should also be ready to punish myself for my stupidity and give my all to FUCK you up.”

“Hehehe! In that case, I welcome the challenge.”

*Crash!*

Razor also beat on his lower lips. He too was going to burn his Blood Essence from his heart to achieve his goal.

This action of theirs was not as easy as it looked to be.

In fact, it claimed much worse than what it stood to gain.

Burning the Blood Essence meant that they were burning both their past achievements and a possibility of growth in the future.

They were basically destroying their future potential.

And it was all to win. It was all to please their masters.

Human beings had always been capable of doing very crazy things.

However, Half-borns were even far worse. Inheriting the determination and toughness from their human side, and then stubbornness and bloodthirsty nature from their demon side.

Razor and Manta looked each other in the eyes.

Their gaze was focused and best of all, it was primal.

Both of them knew instinctively that this next move was going to be their last.

This was the final attack.

At this moment, Time seemed to stop as it isolated them from the world.

Even the drops of blood from their bleeding lips seemed to pause in the air.

Their breathing, blood flow in their veins and every fiber of their being focused solely on each other.

It was as if the air itself froze at the fixed attention of their gaze on on the other.

For this next move, no action was going to be let undone.

No movement no matter how little. Even if it meant the twitch of a pinky, was going to result in unfruitfulness.

Every muscle in their bodies compressed to pull out the best of their potentials.

All the deaths, fights and training they had been through.

It seemed like it was all for this moment.

Only one was going to survive.

Suddenly, both competitors moved.

Razor kicked against the ground as he split forth with incredible momentum.

Meanwhile Manta seemed to disappear and then appear where Razor was.

Razor attacked with his claws and tail while Manta with her hammer.

*Boom!*

Both of them only hit each other once.

And then separated.

Each one to the other side of the opponent… 𝗯𝐞𝗱𝐧𝐨𝘃𝐞𝐥.𝗼𝗿𝐠

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