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When Renaud was blocking Wolfe's attack, it gave Juin an opportunity to send a small flicker of his Soul Fireball into Renaud's body. It was too small to give Renaud much pain, but it would serve as a reminder to the young man that his body had been invaded by a foreign power and that he should be more vigilant.
Juin wanted to stress Renaud out. The more stressed out he was, the more likely it would be for him to make a mistake.
"Good job!" Juin praised Wolfe as they both looked at the man floating in midair.
"They are stronger than I thought…" Renaud murmured to himself. He glanced over to where his father was sitting, and a determined look soon appeared over his face. "I have to end this quickly…"
Ignoring the sharp pain in the back of his shoulder, he raised his weapon high. The branch-like markings on the back of his neck pulsed crazily in red, almost as if they were a reflection of his emotions at the moment.
…
"No… What is he thinking…" King Frederic, who had been sitting in a laidback manner, suddenly sat up straight when he saw the violent movement of the water-air around his son.
"What's wrong?" Presley, who was, as usual, seated next to him, asked.
"They do not deserve this…" King Frederic frowned. "This is just a friendly sparring contest. Why is he…"
"Your Majesty?" Presley looked at him with a feigned concerned look. "Are you alright?"
The king glanced at him apologetically as he said, "I'm sorry if your kids get injured badly, Presley. My son… He seems to have lost his mind."
"Injured?" Presley raised a brow. Yet in his mind, he was thinking, "I wonder who will be one getting injured in the end…"
He then glanced at Juin.
Juin's power did not go unnoticed. He had never seen him using that Soul Fireball technique before, and the fact that Juin was able to control them so precisely, to the point that he could even control hundreds of tiny flickers of the fireballs, sending only one into Renaud's body, meant that he had been practicing a lot.
Presley had heard of what Juin did the day he woke up. However, the rumors had been odd to him at that time. According to his source, a small flame appeared on Juin's hand, and he touched the slave trader's foot. The spectators there did not see anything on the slave trader's foot that could indicate the existence of an injury, yet the man was screaming his lungs off and was drenched in sweat, as if he was experiencing a terrible pain.
At that time, Presley had wrecked his mind trying to figure out what Juin used on that slave trader. But now he knew.
"A power that attacks the soul… A demon's gift…" Presley thought with a slight grin.
Humans, by right, should not be able to wield demonic powers. But a possessed human, in theory, was able to do so. However, anecdotal evidence suggested that these possessed humans could only use a small amount of demonic powers, if any, and that they usually had trouble controlling these powers.
Yet Juin was showing the exact opposite of what Presley knew. He had immense control over the demonic flame power. In fact, Juin's strength now was as if he had received years of training.
"That demon soul within him… That must be an interesting soul…" Presley thought as his eyes narrowed into crescent moons. He licked his lips lightly and touched his fangs with his tongue as he thought, "I wonder how they would taste like… One day…"
…
Meanwhile, on the battle stage,
"What is he doing?" Juin asked as he looked at the violent movement of air around Renaud.
"Whatever it is," Wolfe said, "I know that based on my years of reading manga, we shouldn't just stand still and wait for him to complete whatever it is he's trying to complete…"
Juin agreed. He glanced at Luca and asked, "Are you coming?"
Luca glanced at him briefly. He then placed his palms together. A purplish light glowed from his palms, before he pulled out his own weapon.
"The whip…" Juin mumbled as he looked at the purple whip that Luca took out from his Dimensional Pouch, and the unpleasant memory of Luca attacking him and Max in the gym flashed past his mind. He clenched his fists and told himself to look away and that it wasn't time to fight against him yet.
"Kill him… You want to, don't you?" a smooth voice suddenly appeared in his mind. And it wasn't Lucifer's voice.
"No…" Juin shook his head.
"I can feel it… Your anger…"
Juin ignored the voice and looked up at Renaud.
"Let's go!" Juin yelled as he crossed his hands at the wrists and uncrossed them again. When he uncrossed his wrists, two red spell diagrams appeared on his palms while the flames around him grew brighter and hotter.
"Get him!"
The three of them then jumped at Renaud, with their powers at the ready!
Yet when they were near Renaud, the aura around him seemed to come to life on their own, and three wh.i.p.s were formed, slashing out at the three teenagers.
"How the heck! Didn't you get rid of the water?!" Wolfe yelled as he dodged the whip that was attacking him.
"Yeah, but there's still some water molecules in air, you idiot!" Luca yelled as he attacked the water whip with Shadowmoon. "If you have paid attention in class instead of reading those kiddish stuff…" He dodged the water whip before continuing, "You would know!"
"F*ck off!" Wolfe yelled as he dodged the persistent whip. "I'm going straight in! Slash at me with your whip!"
Luca dodged the water whip and slashed down toward where he perceived Wolfe would land.
Wolfe's foot landed in midair, but it did not feel like he was stepping on air. Instead, it felt solid, like there was an invisible brick below his foot. Using it as a literal stepping stone, Wolfe moved toward Renaud at an incredible speed, dodging and twisting his body around to avoid the water wh.i.p.s that were coming at him.
Juin was the least bothered by the wh.i.p.s. He had increased his flames to Great Flame Body. Before the water wh.i.p.s could even touch him, they would start evaporating at a rate visible to the n.a.k.e.d eye.
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When Renaud was blocking Wolfe's attack, it gave Juin an opportunity to send a small flicker of his Soul Fireball into Renaud's body. It was too small to give Renaud much pain, but it would serve as a reminder to the young man that his body had been invaded by a foreign power and that he should be more vigilant.
Juin wanted to stress Renaud out. The more stressed out he was, the more likely it would be for him to make a mistake.
"Good job!" Juin praised Wolfe as they both looked at the man floating in midair.
"They are stronger than I thought…" Renaud murmured to himself. He glanced over to where his father was sitting, and a determined look soon appeared over his face. "I have to end this quickly…"
Ignoring the sharp pain in the back of his shoulder, he raised his weapon high. The branch-like markings on the back of his neck pulsed crazily in red, almost as if they were a reflection of his emotions at the moment.
…
"No… What is he thinking…" King Frederic, who had been sitting in a laidback manner, suddenly sat up straight when he saw the violent movement of the water-air around his son.
"What's wrong?" Presley, who was, as usual, seated next to him, asked.
"They do not deserve this…" King Frederic frowned. "This is just a friendly sparring contest. Why is he…"
"Your Majesty?" Presley looked at him with a feigned concerned look. "Are you alright?"
The king glanced at him apologetically as he said, "I'm sorry if your kids get injured badly, Presley. My son… He seems to have lost his mind."
"Injured?" Presley raised a brow. Yet in his mind, he was thinking, "I wonder who will be one getting injured in the end…"
He then glanced at Juin.
Juin's power did not go unnoticed. He had never seen him using that Soul Fireball technique before, and the fact that Juin was able to control them so precisely, to the point that he could even control hundreds of tiny flickers of the fireballs, sending only one into Renaud's body, meant that he had been practicing a lot.
Presley had heard of what Juin did the day he woke up. However, the rumors had been odd to him at that time. According to his source, a small flame appeared on Juin's hand, and he touched the slave trader's foot. The spectators there did not see anything on the slave trader's foot that could indicate the existence of an injury, yet the man was screaming his lungs off and was drenched in sweat, as if he was experiencing a terrible pain.
At that time, Presley had wrecked his mind trying to figure out what Juin used on that slave trader. But now he knew.
"A power that attacks the soul… A demon's gift…" Presley thought with a slight grin.
Humans, by right, should not be able to wield demonic powers. But a possessed human, in theory, was able to do so. However, anecdotal evidence suggested that these possessed humans could only use a small amount of demonic powers, if any, and that they usually had trouble controlling these powers.
Yet Juin was showing the exact opposite of what Presley knew. He had immense control over the demonic flame power. In fact, Juin's strength now was as if he had received years of training.
"That demon soul within him… That must be an interesting soul…" Presley thought as his eyes narrowed into crescent moons. He licked his lips lightly and touched his fangs with his tongue as he thought, "I wonder how they would taste like… One day…"
…
Meanwhile, on the battle stage,
"What is he doing?" Juin asked as he looked at the violent movement of air around Renaud.
"Whatever it is," Wolfe said, "I know that based on my years of reading manga, we shouldn't just stand still and wait for him to complete whatever it is he's trying to complete…"
Juin agreed. He glanced at Luca and asked, "Are you coming?"
Luca glanced at him briefly. He then placed his palms together. A purplish light glowed from his palms, before he pulled out his own weapon.
"The whip…" Juin mumbled as he looked at the purple whip that Luca took out from his Dimensional Pouch, and the unpleasant memory of Luca attacking him and Max in the gym flashed past his mind. He clenched his fists and told himself to look away and that it wasn't time to fight against him yet.
"Kill him… You want to, don't you?" a smooth voice suddenly appeared in his mind. And it wasn't Lucifer's voice.
"No…" Juin shook his head.
"I can feel it… Your anger…"
Juin ignored the voice and looked up at Renaud.
"Let's go!" Juin yelled as he crossed his hands at the wrists and uncrossed them again. When he uncrossed his wrists, two red spell diagrams appeared on his palms while the flames around him grew brighter and hotter.
"Get him!"
The three of them then jumped at Renaud, with their powers at the ready!
Yet when they were near Renaud, the aura around him seemed to come to life on their own, and three wh.i.p.s were formed, slashing out at the three teenagers.
"How the heck! Didn't you get rid of the water?!" Wolfe yelled as he dodged the whip that was attacking him.
"Yeah, but there's still some water molecules in air, you idiot!" Luca yelled as he attacked the water whip with Shadowmoon. "If you have paid attention in class instead of reading those kiddish stuff…" He dodged the water whip before continuing, "You would know!"
"F*ck off!" Wolfe yelled as he dodged the persistent whip. "I'm going straight in! Slash at me with your whip!"
Luca dodged the water whip and slashed down toward where he perceived Wolfe would land.
Wolfe's foot landed in midair, but it did not feel like he was stepping on air. Instead, it felt solid, like there was an invisible brick below his foot. Using it as a literal stepping stone, Wolfe moved toward Renaud at an incredible speed, dodging and twisting his body around to avoid the water wh.i.p.s that were coming at him.
Juin was the least bothered by the wh.i.p.s. He had increased his flames to Great Flame Body. Before the water wh.i.p.s could even touch him, they would start evaporating at a rate visible to the n.a.k.e.d eye.
When Renaud was blocking Wolfe's attack, it gave Juin an opportunity to send a small flicker of his Soul Fireball into Renaud's body. It was too small to give Renaud much pain, but it would serve as a reminder to the young man that his body had been invaded by a foreign power and that he should be more vigilant. Juin wanted to stress Renaud out. The more stressed out he was, the more likely it would be for him to make a mistake. "Good job!" Juin praised Wolfe as they both looked at the man floating in midair. "They are stronger than I thought" Renaud murmured to himself. He glanced over to where his father was sitting, and a determined look soon appeared over his face. "I have to end this quickly" Ignoring the sharp pain in the back of his shoulder, he raised his weapon high. The branch-like markings on the back of his neck pulsed crazily in red, almost as if they were a reflection of his emotions at the moment. "No What is he thinking" King Frederic, who had been sitting in a laidback manner, suddenly sat up straight when he saw the violent movement of the water-air around his son. "What's wrong?" Presley, who was, as usual, seated next to him, asked. "They do not deserve this" King Frederic frowned. "This is just a friendly sparring contest. Why is he" "Your Majesty?" Presley looked at him with a feigned concerned look. "Are you alright?" The king glanced at him apologetically as he said, "I'm sorry if your kids get injured badly, Presley. My son He seems to have lost his mind." "Injured?" Presley raised a brow. Yet in his mind, he was thinking, "I wonder who will be one getting injured in the end" He then glanced at Juin. Juin's power did not go unnoticed. He had never seen him using that Soul Fireball technique before, and the fact that Juin was able to control them so precisely, to the point that he could even control hundreds of tiny flickers of the fireballs, sending only one into Renaud's body, meant that he had been practicing a lot. Presley had heard of what Juin did the day he woke up. However, the rumors had been odd to him at that time. According to his source, a small flame appeared on Juin's hand, and he touched the slave trader's foot. The spectators there did not see anything on the slave trader's foot that could indicate the existence of an injury, yet the man was screaming his lungs off and was drenched in sweat, as if he was experiencing a terrible pain. At that time, Presley had wrecked his mind trying to figure out what Juin used on that slave trader. But now he knew. "A power that attacks the soul A demon's gift" Presley thought with a slight grin. Humans, by right, should not be able to wield demonic powers. But a possessed human, in theory, was able to do so. However, anecdotal evidence suggested that these possessed humans could only use a small amount of demonic powers, if any, and that they usually had trouble controlling these powers. Yet Juin was showing the exact opposite of what Presley knew. He had immense control over the demonic flame power. In fact, Juin's strength now was as if he had received years of training. "That demon soul within him That must be an interesting soul" Presley thought as his eyes narrowed into crescent moons. He licked his lips lightly and touched his fangs with his tongue as he thought, "I wonder how they would taste like One day" Meanwhile, on the battle stage, "What is he doing?" Juin asked as he looked at the violent movement of air around Renaud. "Whatever it is," Wolfe said, "I know that based on my years of reading manga, we shouldn't just stand still and wait for him to complete whatever it is he's trying to complete" Juin agreed. He glanced at Luca and asked, "Are you coming?" Luca glanced at him briefly. He then placed his palms together. A purplish light glowed from his palms, before he pulled out his own weapon. "The whip" Juin mumbled as he looked at the purple whip that Luca took out from his Dimensional Pouch, and the unpleasant memory of Luca attacking him and Max in the gym flashed past his mind. He clenched his fists and told himself to look away and that it wasn't time to fight against him yet. "Kill him You want to, don't you?" a smooth voice suddenly appeared in his mind. And it wasn't Lucifer's voice. "No" Juin shook his head. "I can feel it Your anger" Juin ignored the voice and looked up at Renaud. "Let's go!" Juin yelled as he crossed his hands at the wrists and uncrossed them again. When he uncrossed his wrists, two red spell diagrams appeared on his palms while the flames around him grew brighter and hotter. "Get him!" The three of them then jumped at Renaud, with their powers at the ready! Yet when they were near Renaud, the aura around him seemed to come to life on their own, and three wh.i.p.s were formed, slashing out at the three teenagers. "How the heck! Didn't you get rid of the water?!" Wolfe yelled as he dodged the whip that was attacking him. "Yeah, but there's still some water molecules in air, you idiot!" Luca yelled as he attacked the water whip with Shadowmoon. "If you have paid attention in class instead of reading those kiddish stuff" He dodged the water whip before continuing, "You would know!" "F*ck off!" Wolfe yelled as he dodged the persistent whip. "I'm going straight in! Slash at me with your whip!" Luca dodged the water whip and slashed down toward where he perceived Wolfe would land. Wolfe's foot landed in midair, but it did not feel like he was stepping on air. Instead, it felt solid, like there was an invisible brick below his foot. Using it as a literal stepping stone, Wolfe moved toward Renaud at an incredible speed, dodging and twisting his body around to avoid the water wh.i.p.s that were coming at him. Juin was the least bothered by the wh.i.p.s. He had increased his flames to Great Flame Body. Before the water wh.i.p.s could even touch him, they would start evaporating at a rate visible to the n.a.k.e.d eye.
