My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 728: Have I not yet created a supreme technique?

The sky above the coliseum had transformed into a living mass of red and black energy. Lightning bolts sliced ​​through the dense clouds like gigantic blades, and each thunderclap made the floating ruins vibrate as if space itself were being battered by unseen forces. At the center of that chaos, Vergil stood still, Yamato relaxed in his hand, while demonic energy continued to be produced in absurd quantities within his own body.

Dante watched with a wide smile, but his eyes no longer had their usual lightness. He could feel exactly what was happening. This wasn’t just a power surge. It was a continuous process, a living reactor growing every second.

Beside him, Angelo remained in absolute silence. His black armor reflected the scarlet lightning as his own aura began to slowly expand. He, too, understood what was happening.

If they waited too long, Vergil would simply continue to grow stronger.

Dante twirled Rebellion in his hand, stretching his shoulders like someone about to start a playful fight.

"So that’s it..."

He stepped forward, red demonic energy surging around his body.

"Let’s see how long you can last."

Vergil didn’t respond.

He merely moved Yamato slightly.

The world vanished.

The impact came before Dante realized it.

A slash crossed the space between them so fast that the air exploded in a bright blue line. Dante barely had time to lift Rebellion before the blow struck his defense.

The collision generated an explosion of energy that swept through half the coliseum.

Giant stones were ripped from the stands and hurled into the air as a shockwave swept across the battlefield.

Dante slid dozens of meters backward, his boots tearing the stone floor as he laughed.

"Oh!"

He raised his sword again.

"You really came for real."

But Vergil was no longer there.

He appeared behind Angelo.

Yamato descended in an impossible arc.

Angelo blocked with the colossal blade of his own weapon, and the clash between the two swords produced a blue and black flash that illuminated the entire coliseum.

The impact caused the ground beneath them to simply collapse.

Vergil spun his body in the air immediately after the block, creating a second slash that cut diagonally across space. Angelo dodged by a few centimeters, but the blow continued traveling across the battlefield and split an entire tower in two.

Dante reappeared amidst the explosion of rocks.

"Hey!"

He leaped, spinning in the air as he descended with Rebellion enveloped in condensed red energy.

The blade collided with Yamato.

The clash between the two swords generated an explosion so intense that the surrounding air simply vanished for an instant.

A gigantic crater opened in the center of the coliseum.

Vergil was thrown backward.

But he didn’t fall.

His body stabilized in the air while his aura continued to grow like an out-of-control wildfire.

Dante landed on the edge of the crater, grinning like a psychopath.

"Now that’s a fight."

Angelo wasted no time.

He raised his hand, and dozens of black magic circles appeared in the air behind him.

Energy spears began to fire.

Hundreds.

Thousands.

Vergil advanced.

His body became a blue blur as he cut through the storm of demonic projectiles. Each Yamato movement cut through multiple spears at once, creating energy patterns that tore through the surrounding space.

But Dante was already coming again.

Rebellion was enveloped by a vortex of infernal energy before descending like a meteor.

Vergil spun Yamato.

"Dimensional Sever."

The slash missed Dante.

It cut through the space around him.

The impact opened a rift in reality that deflected the entire attack to the side, sending the red explosion toward the horizon where it destroyed an entire chain of floating ruins.

Dante laughed mid-fall.

"Are you making things up now?"

Vergil responded immediately.

He disappeared.

And reappeared within Dante’s guard.

Yamato pierced through space again.

Dante blocked instinctively.

But the slash wasn’t coming from a common direction.

It was coming from three angles at once.

The blade ripped through Dante’s chest and hurled him through three consecutive walls of the coliseum.

Angelo charged forward like a titan.

His sword descended with brutal force enough to crush a mountain.

Vergil blocked. The impact created a shockwave so powerful that half the battlefield was vaporized.

Stones melted in the air.

Lightning struck all around.

But Vergil was smiling now.

His energy continued to grow.

Each second made his presence heavier.

Angelo noticed first.

He advanced again, executing a sequence of monstrous blows that shattered the ground with each impact.

Vergil began to move differently.

Not just with speed.

With technique.

He spun Yamato like a natural extension of his body, creating cutting patterns that resembled a new martial art born in the midst of battle. Each strike deflected Angelo’s force while redirecting energy into impossible attacks.

Dante returned.

He fell from the sky like a red comet.

"Jackpot!"

Rebellion descended enveloped in a spiral of demonic energy.

Vergil raised his free hand.

And grasped the blade.

The impact made the ground explode.

But the sword stopped.

Dante blinked.

"Okay... this is new."

Vergil spun his body.

Yamato appeared at Dante’s neck.

Dante teleported back at the last second.

Angelo tried to take advantage of the opening.

But Vergil was already waiting.

He spun Yamato in the air and created a new cut.

It wasn’t just a strike.

It was a technique that distorted the space around the blade.

"Void Guillotine."

The attack opened a gigantic rift in the battlefield that pierced Angelo and threw him hundreds of meters back.

Dante reappeared.

Now he was serious.

His demonic energy began to increase as well.

Six fragments of Lucifer within him reacted violently.

His aura grew darker.

Heavier.

"So that’s how it is..."

He raised Rebellion.

"Then let’s play for real."

He advanced alongside Angelo.

The two attacked simultaneously.

Vergil disappeared.

The battle transformed into a blur of energy.

Three monstrous presences crossed the battlefield at absurd speeds, colliding in mid-air, piercing structures, destroying towers, and opening gigantic craters with each impact.

Energy shocks illuminated the red sky.

Lightning struck continuously.

Vergil continued to grow stronger.

His demonic energy output had already surpassed absurd levels.

Dante noticed.

"Angelo!"

He advanced again.

The two synchronized their attacks.

A brutal combination of brute force and overwhelming demonic power rained down on Vergil from all sides.

But Vergil only smiled.

He spun Yamato.

And created something new.

Not a technique born at that exact moment, it was an enhancement of his Supreme Technique... After consuming so much demonic energy, Yamato, linked to his soul, had evolved thousands of times... So now, this was possible.

"Endless Judgement."

Hundreds of dimensional rifts appeared around him like petals of a demonic flower.

When Dante and Angelo’s attacks hit that zone, they were immediately torn apart by multiple spatial rifts that exploded simultaneously.

The resulting impact created a gigantic explosion that blotted out half the red sky for a second.

As the dust began to settle...

Vergil was still standing.

His aura now resembled a demonic sun.

And it was still growing.

The dust still hung in the air like a dense fog as the echoes of the explosion began to slowly fade. Giant fragments of stone continued to fall from the broken structures of the coliseum, crashing against the devastated ground with deep rumbles that reverberated through the ruins. The red sky above still seethed with black lightning that descended at irregular intervals, as if the atmosphere itself were being torn apart by the spiritual pressure that still dominated that place.

In the center of the colossal crater that had been opened by the previous explosion, Vergil stood still.

His blue cloak swayed slowly in the wind laden with demonic energy as Yamato rested relaxed in his right hand. The aura surrounding his body continued to pulse like a monstrous heart, expanding in visible waves that distorted the space around him.

His energy output had not diminished.

If anything, it had become even more stable.

Even denser.

Whole stones continued to levitate slowly around him, unable to resist the spiritual pressure emanating from his body.

For a few seconds, there was no movement.

Then, somewhere within the distant dust cloud, something stirred.

A red explosion ripped through the air.

Dante emerged from the rubble like a missile, swinging Rebellion on his shoulders as he coughed up a small amount of blood before spitting it onto the broken ground.

"Okay..."

He stretched his neck, making a small crack as his smile slowly returned.

"...that hurt."

His red jacket was partially torn, and a deep cut line ran across his chest, still glowing faintly with remnants of dimensional energy left by Yamato.

But he was alive.

Very much alive.

A few meters behind him, the ground cracked violently. Angelo emerged from the depths of the crater opened by the previous impact, slowly rising as fragments of rock slid from his black armor. The energy around him was more unstable now, but still overwhelming.

His helmet slowly turned towards Vergil.

The two were still standing.

Vergil observed this silently for a few seconds.

Then a small smile appeared on his face.

It wasn’t a wide smile like Dante’s.

It was something smaller.

Colder.

More analytical.

"Interesting."

His voice echoed across the devastated battlefield, perfectly calm despite the inferno of energy that still seethed around him.

He tilted his head slightly as he watched the two recover.

"It seems not even my ultimate technique was able to kill you."

Dante let out a small, hoarse laugh as he spun Rebellion again.

"Ah... so that was your ultimate technique?"

He wiped a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

"I was expecting something more frightening."

Vergil completely ignored the provocation.

His gaze remained fixed on the two, but his eyes now seemed... thoughtful.

Analytical.

Like a scientist examining the results of an experiment.

The demonic energy around him continued to grow slowly as he reflected.

"Curious."

He raised Yamato a few inches, observing the red reflection of the sky on the sword’s perfect blade.

"Perhaps I need to create something new."

Dante raised an eyebrow.

"Now?"

Vergil continued speaking as if he were simply reasoning aloud.

"Or perhaps..."

He slowly twirled the sword in his hand.

"...my technique hasn’t yet reached its supreme level."

The wind blew stronger at that instant.

A new wave of demonic energy surged from his body, spreading across the battlefield like an invisible earthquake.

The stones levitating around him began to vibrate violently.

The sky responded immediately.

Lightning began to strike more frequently now, tearing through the scarlet clouds in blinding bursts of black and blue light.

Dante frowned slightly.

He was beginning to understand something dangerous.

Vergil wasn’t just fighting.

He was evolving during the fight.

Creating techniques.

Testing limits.

Refining power.

All in real time.

Dante let out a small, amused sigh.

"You’ve always been a sword nerd..."

He raised Rebellion again.

"...but this is getting ridiculous."

Angelo stepped forward first.

The black giant crossed the distance between them in a single colossal leap, his sword descending with enough force to split a mountain in two.

Vergil didn’t move.

He simply raised Yamato.

The two blades collided.

The impact produced a shockwave so intense that the clouds above momentarily parted, opening a circular void in the red sky.

The ground beneath them simply vanished.

But Vergil didn’t retreat.

In fact, he was smiling now.

Demonic energy continued to swirl around his body like a living vortex.

Dante appeared on the left flank at that very instant.

Rebellion came in a brutal arc enveloped in condensed infernal energy.

Vergil spun Yamato.

The clash between the two swords created a blue and red flash that illuminated the entire ruined coliseum.

Three monsters collided again.

But now there was something different.

While blocking Dante’s blow and deflecting Angelo’s brutal force, Vergil’s eyes seemed to be observing something beyond the battle.

As if he were calculating.

Evaluating.

Building something new within his own mind.

He slid back a few meters, spinning Yamato once.

The blade emitted a crystalline sound.

Vergil raised his eyes again.

Now there was something different in his gaze.

A new idea.

A new possibility.

"Perhaps..."

He slowly raised Yamato, the energy around the sword beginning to concentrate into much denser patterns than before.

"...I really need to create a new one."

The air around the blade began to split into thin lines.

Microscopic dimensional cracks began to appear around the sword, opening and closing at absurd speeds.

Dante noticed immediately.

"Oh no."

He pointed at Rebellion.

"Don’t even think about it."