Devil Slave (Satan system)

“You said your name is Lenny Tales, do you want that on your Grave stone?” The Magistri asked.

Lenny suddenly chuckled as he squat low. Seeing the Magistri gather up so much of his favourite colour had gotten him all pumped up, and he could feel his blood boil with excitement.

His eyes were locked on the Magistri, “You know, I was about to ask you the same thing. How does ‘The Fool that FUCKED with Lenny Tales’ sound?” 𝚋𝚎ｄｎｏｖ𝚎𝚕．𝚌ｏｍ

As Lenny said this, he rushed at the Magistri. Every kick he gave the earth under his feet was an expression of his willingness to battle.

Considering what Cuban did to the Magistri, it was not possible that he was going to be seeing Lenny and his teammates escape the Arena and still do nothing.

As Lenny rushed for the Magistri, he waved his hands and Katanas appeared.

White flame rushed in them.

However, as Lenny advanced, the wave of blood about the Magistri’s body rushed for him.

*Boom!*

A hard hit that Lenny managed to block with both swords.

Lenny frowned. He could clearly see it. He could see his efforts to reach the Magistri frustrated by this space in between them.

It was very apparent.

The Strength gap between him and the Magistri was just too much.

The Magistri was rank 6 while he was rank 4 of the Lesser demon realm.

The only reason that Lenny was still alive, was because of the quality of his power.

The power he got as a result of the Satan System was obviously of far better quality.

If not, he would have already become blood paste by now.

“Even with a True name, you are still too weak!” The Magistri clearly stated.

Lenny stood to his feet.

He actually agreed with what the Magistri had just said. He too believed that he was too weak.

What he needed to do was close that Gap between their power levels. That was the only way.

At the moment, it was not like he could gather the necessary amount of points needed to advance to the next rank, but lenny understood power in a different manner.

It was not just a rank. A whole bunch of other things contributed to what it was and the different forms it could take.

Since he could advance his Rank, then he was going to improve every other thing else.

Once more, Blood rushed at him. This time around, it formed a giant fist.

*Boom*

the Hit landed perfectly.

*Boom! Boom!! Boom!!!*

All hits landed squarely and Lenny was starting to cough out blood. He had obviously suffered internal injuries.

The Magistri frowned, ” You are not even worth it. WEAK… BUG!”

The Blood fist went high into the air.

It became bigger than it had ever been before, and then it rushed down.

A123 was watching this fight.

He knew that if that hit made it to Lenny, then Lenny was as good as over.

It was all going to be finished.

He wanted to act, but he knew that if Lenny could not do it, then they was no way that he could do it. That was not possible. Even with the Devil pill, the Magistri would just gobble him up like the bug he was.

Just when all hope looked to be lost and the Magistris grin was at its fullest, the most absurd thing happened.

Lenny looked up at the incoming attack and closed his eyes.

To the rest of the world, he had given up. And in this half a second when he was to be crushed, even the magistri thought it was so pitiful that Lenny gave up, and that he gave up so easily.

“NO!!!” A123 screamed.

It was too late. The landing blow had made a hit.

However, at that point the Giant Bloody fist was about to land on him, Lenny’s legs as if having consciousness of their own suddenly side stepped a little to the right and his head moved away from the impart of the blow.

*Boom!*

The Blood Punch hit the ground, and then like full glass under a rushing tap, the Blood rushed back upwards, Changing direction for Lenny.

However, still with his eyes closed, he dodged again and again.

Every time, it was as if the hit would almost happen and then his body would just suddenly move.

For the Magistri, it was very frustrating.

“Why won’t you Fucking die already!” He gritted his teeth hard.

Lenny, still with his eyes closed, Cracked a cocky smile.

What the Magistri did not know was that at this point, Lenny was using his ability: WILL.

WILL allowed him to focus on one task, and one task only, pulling the resources of his body to efficient execute that one task.

For WILL to work, Lenny did not need his eyes. His Perception ability was enough.

The reason he only dodged was that while WILL was activated, Lenny gave himself time to study the flow of energy about him and that of his opponent.

For an Assassin, Information and Knowledge was power.

In a fight, one must always observe and study not just the opponent’s moves, but also body language of varying degrees. Every muscle, bend of a finger, curve of the head.

All the subtle unconscious habits of the opponent that could neither be controlled nor avoided.

Everything equated to the rich possibility of a better win.

After which, there was also the environment and the advantage it could bring.

All this information was dissected and mended again and again in different incredible Scenarios in relation to the abilities, power level and remaining Magic points he had.

Just when the Magistri was getting frustrated, Lenny suddenly opened his eyes.

As he did, his feet and hands moved. It looked as if he was about to perform a dance.

It was neither fast nor slow. But it was done in such perfect rhythm and harmony of his body that it looked as if he was about to glide through the air.

This was it. This was the ‘O’ Gasume Stance…