My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 286: We’ve already solved everything

The world trembled.

The impact between the two was apocalyptic — the ground cracked like glass under a hammer, fissures exploding in every direction as the forest howled, ripped from its very foundations. The air folded in on itself, as if reality itself was trying to flee that moment.

Fist met blade. Flesh met root. Madness met balance.

Vergil laughed without pause… He didn't even seem like a demon anymore—he was fighting like a beast, unleashing animalistic, insane, ravenous howls.

His eyes were wide open, pupils trembling and glowing, as if his very soul was dancing inside him. His body moved like that of a creature in ecstasy, not with discipline, but with primal instinct.

"THIS IS THE TASTE!" he screamed mentally, spinning through the air. "THIS IS WHAT MAKES ME FEEL ALIVE! THE PAIN, THE SPEED, THE PUSHBACK! HE RESISTS! HE FIGHTS! HE—"

Vergil vanished. Reappeared above. Then to the left. A kick sliced through the air. An elbow crashed down. A spin followed by an impossible sweep.

"React, damn you! Show me more of that! GIVE ME EVERYTHING!" he demanded.

Across from him, Alex was the opposite. Serene on the outside, but inside… a storm of focus and emotion.

Every blow he blocked made his roots ache, each impact cracked not only the ground, but his very body. But he didn't step back.

'He's insane. Chaotic. But… there's rhythm. A broken pattern.'Alex studied him. He couldn't fight this being head-on.

'His attacks aren't random, despite appearances. It's all calculated. He's suffered through so many battles he's abandoned the fear of getting hurt…'

When Vergil came like a hurricane, arms wide, a bloody smile stretched across his face, Alex raised his hands and summoned the world. Vines erupted. Thorns shot like arrows. Stones rose into walls.

Vergil shattered them all with his fists.

"YOU CAN'T STOP THIS WITH FLOWERS!" he roared."GIVE ME A REAL FIGHT, YOU DAMN MUTT!!"

Then—CRACK!

A spinning kick collided with Alex's temple. The sound was that of compressed thunder. He staggered, his vision flickering for a moment.

But his roots held him to the ground. The wind circled him. The forest supported him.

"I… can't fall. Not yet." He raised his arms, and a typhoon of bladed petals tore through the sky.

Vergil laughed.

"CUTE!" he yelled, charging through the storm like a maddened bull. Gashes opened across his chest, blood trailing in fine lines. But he advanced, smiling."You trying to cut me with flowers? I LOVE IT!"

He struck Alex with a straight punch——but this time, Alex caught his fist mid-air.

Vergil froze for a second. Surprised.

Alex said nothing.

He simply invoked.

A living spear bloomed from his hand… golden sap pulsing as if made of blood and sunlight. He drove it straight into Vergil's abdomen.

"NGHHHAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"

Vergil arched his back, vomiting blood. But the smile—never left."YOU GOT ME... YOU BASTARD!"

And then, laughing like a maniac, he ripped the spear from his own body with a sickening squelch, tossing it aside like a useless twig.

"You pierced me… BUT IT CHANGES NOTHING!"Vergil leaned forward.

His body trembled. But not from pain... from anticipation.

"THE LONGER THIS GOES, THE STRONGER I BECOME!"

Alex took a deep breath.

The sky responded.

Not with thunder.

But with light.

Golden drops fell like the world's tears, touching the ground and turning despair into hope.

"Aid me… Rite of the First Rebirth."

The world bloomed.

In seconds, trees rose around them, forming a sacred grove. The wind stilled. Time itself seemed to slow. Everything breathed in harmony.

Vergil looked around. He panted. His body was covered in cuts, blood, and mud.But his eyes…

"Beautiful..." he said, almost calm. "I almost... cried." He mocked.

Alex stared at him. "This isn't the end. It's the beginning."

And then — the world moved.

The trees bent like hands, vines like starving serpents, roots trying to imprison the madness that was Vergil.

But Vergil... Vergil laughed.

He exploded out of the trap, tearing through trunks like living missiles, kicking branches as if they were spears, spinning through the air like a red tornado. Every strike now shattered the forest itself.

Alex held his ground. Nature responded to him with strength and pain. Each of his blows was infused with the soul of the earth. Every movement, a dance with the sacred.

They exchanged hundreds of blows in mere seconds.

Punch. Slash. Root. Impact. Throw.

All wrapped in light, fury, wind, leaves, and screams.

Then—

An uppercut to Vergil's jaw.

A knee to Alex's stomach.

Both were launched.

Vergil hit the ground on his back, chest heaving, eyes fixed on the sky that rained light.Blood dripped from his mouth. He laughed, spitting out a tooth to the side.

"He almost hurt me... HAH! Now we're getting somewhere."

Alex dropped to his knees, rooted once again. The forest wilted around him, healing him, keeping him alive. 'This man... is a demon... but he doesn't take holy damage? Or natural...? What the hell is he?'

When he looked at Vergil again... he saw a purple aura around him... as dark as the end of the world... A dense energy that screamed Death. He kept his gaze steady and clenched his teeth.

"I can't let him go on. If this continues... I'll lose..." he muttered, but then—

Vergil slumped down with a dull thud, breathing hard, arms behind him holding up his wounded body — but his eyes, burning with a primal fervor, never left Alex for a second.

"You..." he began, spitting more blood, "made me want to fight until there's nothing left of me."

His smile widened — a mix of exhaustion, ecstasy, and madness.

"It's rare... so rare... to use everything I have. Against Sapphire, I need focus, not fun. My mother? She just beats the shit out of me. They're monsters... each in their own way. They crush me just by looking."

Vergil laughed — a hoarse sound, half cackle, half sob.

"But you? Hah... you made me live this fight. I tasted the edge... and what's beyond it. You pushed me there... and I loved it."

He leaned forward, like a beast catching the scent of fresh blood, and rose with a short jump, cracking his neck side to side. His muscles trembled in frenzy, not from exhaustion — but from anticipation. From hunger.

"Let's finish this... okay?"

His voice came out low. Almost gentle. But what came next was anything but.

Vergil's aura exploded.

A whirlwind of pure killing intent swallowed the battlefield like war itself had taken form. Red and violet fused into chaotic spirals, like fire dancing with shadows. The ground trembled beneath his bare feet, the pressure so immense that small stones floated around him — only to be crushed mid-air as if by invisible hands.

Alex's eyes widened, his body reacting before his mind. For a brief, terrifying moment… he felt like he was facing an army.

Thousands of murderous presences. Silent screams of death. Echoes of countless warriors behind that lean, blood-covered frame. Vergil wasn't just an opponent anymore. He was war made flesh.

And he loved every second of it.

"That's the part no one understands," Vergil said, walking slowly toward Alex, his eyes glowing like embers. "I don't fight to win. Not for revenge, justice, or pride. I fight... to feel."

Every word hit like a punch.

"When it hurts, when it tears, when it bleeds — that's when I know I'm alive. And when you guys... when you fight back with everything you've got..."

He stretched his arms to the side, and his aura surged, responding like a storm feeding on its own rage.

"That's where I want to die." He twisted his wrist, taking a low, almost feline stance, ready to pounce.

"Come on, Alex... show me more. Show me everything. Because even if you bury me here, I'll die smiling."

Alex took a deep breath — one single, long and heavy inhale that seemed to pull the entire world into his lungs. His chest rose slowly... and then fell, taking with it all the fear, all hesitation, all the weight of the choice he was about to make.

The forest, more alive than ever, responded in silence. The trees, which had fought for him until now, began to withdraw. Branches curled back, leaves trembled. As if even nature itself recognized that what stood before them... was no longer human.

Vergil's aura warped the air, scorched the ground beneath his feet. And yet — Alex didn't take a single step back.

There was no more room for retreat.

He channeled everything he had left — every shard of mana, every drop of lifeforce, every memory of the reasons that kept him fighting. The energy inside him grew and condensed, pulsing with a serene, golden, almost sacred heat.

The earth beneath his feet glowed in green and amber. His inner roots reconnected with the world.

But when he assumed his battle stance — arms raised, legs rooted like the trunk of an ancient tree… it was with clenched fists.

No thorns.No spears.No vines.Just him.His flesh. His will.His restrained fury.

Because in that moment, he understood.

To fight Vergil with anything other than his own fists...Would be an insult.

"If that's what you want..." Alex murmured, eyes steady and calm like the break of dawn."...then let's finish this like men."

And his fists ignited with the light of the forest itself.

Sparks danced across his fingers. Roots coiled around his arms like ancestral gloves.But they weren't weapons.They were memories. Inherited strength. Legacy.

A distant thunderclap set the rhythm.

Vergil smiled, lowering his body like a beast ready to devour.

Alex exhaled one last time before the clash.

Two titans.Fists clenched.Souls bare.

BOOOOM!!!

They both launched from the ground at the same time — two living lightning bolts, charging in opposite directions only to collide at the center of the world.

The impact was absurd.

Fist against fist.

The air shattered like glass under pressure, shockwaves bursting in concentric rings, leveling trees, crushing stones, tilting the forest's axis like the planet itself had sneezed.

Vergil laughed — laughed loud — while his eyes burned red and violet, a manic dance of pleasure and madness. His punches came like cannon blasts: short, sharp, fast. Each strike carried an unthinkable dose of killing intent, as if the soul of an entire army was swinging with him.

"ENJOYING THIS, FOREST BOY?!" he howled, spinning mid-air and landing a hook that cracked Alex's teeth.

Alex spat blood, spun in the air, and came back with a straight punch to Vergil's stomach, burying his arm up to the elbow.

"Love seeing you bleed and smile at the same time, you crazy son of a—" CRACK!

Vergil answered with a headbutt so brutal that both of them were thrown back — yet they didn't fall — as if even gravity had frozen to witness the show.

They charged again.

A punch from Alex — split Vergil's jaw.

A hook from Vergil — dislocated Alex's shoulder.

But nothing stopped either of them.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The sequence of blows had become a primal symphony. Trees were pulverized without being touched, winds split in half, and every time their fists met, the earth trembled as if on the brink of collapse.

Vergil spun like a mad dancer, striking with elbows, knees, even his forehead.

"MORE!" he screamed through laughter. "MORE, DAMN IT!! I STILL HAVE BONES LEFT TO BREAK!!"

Alex said nothing.

His eyes were calm. His feet grounded. Every one of his strikes was like a mountain being hurled — slow, deliberate, unstoppable. He didn't try to match Vergil's insane speed. He endured. He countered. He punished.

Until a left hook slammed into Vergil's chest, launching him backward like a meteor.

But Vergil laughed even as he flew — bent mid-air, spun, and came charging back with both fists locked together like a warhammer.

Alex crossed his arms and took the hit.

CRRRRAAAACK!

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The ground gave in. A crater tore open, swallowing trees, stones, and creatures. The impact was so brutal, the entire forest went silent for three seconds.

Then Alex exploded from within the crater, his eyes glowing gold, and landed a perfect uppercut to Vergil's jaw, sending the lunatic flying for hundreds of meters.

But Vergil spun in the air, dug his feet into the ground — which shattered beneath him — and grinned.

"YES! YES, YOU BASTARD! THIS IS WHAT I NEED!" He gritted his teeth, blood trailing from his lips. "MAKE ME BLEED MORE! MAKE ME FEEL IT!"

Alex landed before him. The impact fractured the earth in perfect rings beneath his feet.

"No more words."

"THEN SPEAK WITH YOUR FISTS!!"

And the second round began.

This time, it was just pain.

Just fists. Just bones breaking. Just blood and burning breath.

Every punch was a confession.

Every block, a prayer.

Every advance, a testament of life.

Two men. Two philosophies.

Madness versus Balance.

Instinct versus Harmony.

Destruction versus Rebirth.

And when it ended… there was only the muffled sound of the wounded forest, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

Burning leaves fell slowly like red snow. The crater at the center of the battlefield still smoldered, and the ground pulsed like a wounded heart.

Alex was on the ground.

Collapsed.

Nearly dead.

His body barely breathed, each gasp a bloody miracle. His left arm was gone — torn off at some point in the fight he couldn't even recall. His right eye was an empty, blackened hole, and his face was smeared with cuts, blood, and dirt.

Unconscious, he looked more like a shattered statue than a man.

Silence.

Even the animals, once hidden, knew this was no mere fight. This had been a war between two broken gods.

And atop a nearby boulder, Vergil remained standing. Swaying. Chuckling faintly.

He bled from every pore. His body trembled. Fingers were broken. Ribs exposed in more than one spot. And still… he smiled.

"He held on…" he murmured, spitting blood. "Son of a bitch held on."

Vergil fell to his knees, arms hanging like dead weight.

He looked up at the sky — now entirely red, as if even the heavens had been tainted by his madness — and closed his eyes.

"I wanted to kill you… but…" Vergil's voice was a hoarse thread, nearly swallowed by the silence that reigned after the chaos. "It'd be a waste… I have to bring you back alive… to Alexa…"

His knees gave in, his body beginning to fall, drained of all strength.

But before his forehead could touch the ground, a gentle hand caught him — firm, elegant, almost as if his weight was too light to matter.

"That was beautiful to watch."The melodic voice sliced through the air like silk.

Sapphire.

She was there, wearing a red trench coat, her long hair braided and swaying in the mana-laden breeze. Her gaze was analytical, but behind the coldness… there was something more. A hint of pride, almost brotherly, almost affectionate.

"You could've just used your demon form and ended this in seconds, you know?" she said with a small, knowing smile, holding Vergil with unnerving ease.

Vergil scoffed, half-laughing, half-coughing up blood.

"What fun would that be…?" he murmured, breathless, his eyes still burning red like embers. "He made me remember what it means to really fight…"

Sapphire slipped her arm behind his back, helping him stay upright. She was warm to the touch — a strange contrast to the cold spreading through Vergil's wounds.

"I'm proud of you," she said sincerely. "You fought like a monster… and like a man. Honestly, it was kind of sexy."

Vergil chuckled faintly, leaning some of his weight against her.

"Says the woman wearing that gorgeous outfit on that phenomenal body."

Sapphire smiled with her eyes. But before she could reply, her gaze drifted toward the center of the crater, where Alex still lay motionless, breathing through sheer willpower.

"What are you going to do with him?" she asked.

Vergil squinted, trying to stay conscious."Take him to Alexa. I made a promise… you know how I am."He laughed weakly.

Sapphire nodded slowly, as if she already knew that. Then, she snapped her fingers. A magic circle opened on the ground beside them, glowing in shades of crimson.

"Let's go home," she said calmly. "We've done what we came here to do."

She didn't even notice—

Vergil had already fallen asleep.