Chapter 14
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Chapter 14: The Perfect Power of the Demon God
As an expert in cold weapons, the sword soul could wield all weapons used by other Demon Swordmen, including his unique weapon—the Lightsaber. The abilities of this Lightsaber depended on the demon god’s power within his left arm. Though ordinary-looking during their battle, Midi now confirmed this was a transparent sword as its outline vanished completely, leaving no bloodstains.
This simple feature made it deadly practical for real combat.
The chilling aura and chains wreathed in purple-black flames on the opponent’s left arm told Midi the level 35 sword soul had finally decided to take action seriously.
In an instant, the sword soul became an afterimage closing the five-meter distance between them.
Though murderous intent radiated from his enemy, Midi remained calm. Only when entering the transparent sword’s attack range did his own longsword finally move. Sparks erupted as steel met steel, their faces briefly illuminated. Midi absorbed the impact through a controlled retreat before pressing forward again silently.
Their duel unfolded at blinding speed—blades whistling, boots scraping, labored breaths and clashing metal forming the battle’s rhythm.
Within seconds, Midi bore seven wounds across his body: shoulders, arms, thighs, waist. Blood dripped from the black-haired boy like crimson petals.
Yet the attacker frowned slightly. Though brutal, none were fatal—a truth known to those familiar with death.
He’d unleashed his sharpest techniques without restraint. Against a mere level 19 opponent, even a talented one, this should have ended quickly.
The sword soul dismissed his doubts. Continuous assault would crush any trickery. Strength overwhelmed schemes—nothing else mattered!
Their figures blurred amid flashing blades, colliding like enraged bulls locked in endless duel.
Yet the hard clashes between level 35 and 19 persisted. Worse, Midi seemed to grow stronger.
Impossible! Maintaining fierce assault, the sword soul fought inner turmoil. Was this some Hamilton family expert disguised by secret techniques?
Meanwhile, Midi’s mind stayed clear.
The level difference reflected their human hosts, not their parasitic demon gods. Stronger hosts fed their demon gods more power, risking possession if control slipped. But the demon god’s inherent strength mattered most.
In 984 AW, before widespread mutations, few adventurers existed and fewer studied demon gods. Only the reclusive Mist Sorceress Alice possessed such knowledge.
But Midi, through reincarnation, understood how demon gods influenced these battles. Though physically overwhelmed, his demon god completely suppressed his opponent’s!
This invisible advantage was Midi’s calculated trump card. Countless past battles, the Mist Sorceress’ teachings, and his mysterious rebirth confirmed his demon god’s superiority.
Now fused perfectly without seals, their tacit cooperation amplified his power beyond ordinary demon gods.
Moreover, his enemy’s demon god remained shackled—like binding an already weak man. Had the sword soul used a normal Lightsaber, Midi might have fallen sooner. But employing the transparent sword technique through his restrained demon god backfired—reducing the attacker’s power, speed, and accuracy.
Combined with Midi’s level 25 physical attributes and level 30 combat experience from his past life, the battle dragged on.
Feeling his left arm’s restorative power and sensing their clashing auras, Midi’s confidence swelled—this fight would be his.
The perfectly fused demon god was indeed formidable. Not only did it show no signs of further erosion, but it also moved according to Midi’s will, granting him vision beyond human senses and even allowing him to perceive collisions between auras. This was true perfect fusion.
Old friend, in my previous life, you molded this half-hearted noble into a powerful Ghost Cry, made me part of the Hawk Brigade’s Iron Triangle alongside Queen of Magic and Mist Sorceress Alice, and ultimately gave me this chance at reincarnation. In this life, I swear to become a Demon Swordman worthy of your power!
Determination flashed in Midi’s eyes as he vowed this in his heart. He still had one opportunity left – a real chance to deal heavy injury to his opponent.
Apart from the initial demon slash that had struck true during their bloody exchange, Midi had spent most time on evasion and defense, barely surviving under the suppression of this higher-level foe. Now, aside from the bloodstain on his chest, the sword soul only bore four or five superficial wounds. This outcome was unacceptable.
Should he keep stalling using the demon god’s advantages until Fina arrived? Force the girl who’d already exhausted her magic defeating an assassin to face an even stronger opponent? How would that make him different from his past self?
Clang! The transparent blade’s attack was deflected again, Midi using the momentum to create distance. Then he adjusted his posture, lowering his center of gravity as his body tensed like a drawn bowstring before charging back.
"Going all out?" The assassin narrowed his eyes, immediately understanding Midi’s intent. A cold smirk appeared – he’d rather face this powerful assault than endless evasion. After brief stalemate, this brat dared counterattack? Did he think level 35 was just for display?
Time to end this! The sword soul surged forward. A guttural roar erupted from his throat as he unleashed full power – no defense, no retreat, all energy focused into the transparent blade that tore through air itself.
Midi’s pupils contracted. He’d seen countless desperate strikes, waiting precisely for this moment of reckless attack. His feet performed lightning-quick steps as demonic aura coalesced in his left arm, lashing out like invisible chains.
When the chains hit, the sword soul froze mid-action. "What did you do?!" he cried in panic. His left arm turned stone-numb, completely disconnected from his body while the embedded demon god began raging, gnawing at him with soul-deep agony. Worse still, needle-like pains caused full-body paralysis.
Demon god backlash? Impossible! The sword soul panicked. Unlike external wounds, this could cause Severe Injury or even Soul consumption with slightest mistake!
This was Midi’s secret technique from pre-trial research on perfect fusion – Shadowless, unpredictable, undefendable, dealing maximum damage to Demon Swordmen carrying demon gods.
Demonic Shock.
The instant it connected, Midi became a phantom. He scaled the ruins’ wall effortlessly, pivoted mid-air like a swallow, then kicked off the broken wall with sword glowing. He shot forward like a loosed arrow, blade descending with mountain-crushing force!
Mountain Shatter.
Even level 35 sword soul would be pulped by this strike. Forced to suppress the backlash through sheer will, the assassin roared and rolled aside awkwardly at last moment, escaping death but not Midi’s follow-up. The ordinary-looking longsword, now wreathed in sinister aura, bypassed defenses to strike like lightning.
Thunk! The blade bit deep into the sword soul’s back, tearing flesh with wet crunch to create bone-deep gash. "I’ll kill you, brat!" the assassin roared through pain-fear-rage mixture.
But Midi had already rolled clear. Behind him, crimson hair flared dozens of meters away. Before the sword soul could react, azure light exploded with thunderous roar, parting air itself as it streaked forward.
Fina had arrived.
