Myriad Devils-Chapter 208: Damaging Daemon Battle Art

Anon slowly rose to his feet.

Whilst his hair seemingly floated behind his head, he stared into the palms of his hands and said in a daze, "The core of true mastery is more of an enlightenment to the battle spirit."

"The martial body is a weapon just as much as a blade might be. To fully awaken the battle spirit is to have the will to forsake all other means and kill with only this weapon. It is a deadly risk."

"The risk of death, however, has prevented me from being enlightened. I am not afraid of death itself, but to seek out death is idiotic."

"Using the body as a killing weapon... it isn’t seeking out death, it is unraveling a truth."

"To have the will to forsake all weapons is not the same as forsaking all weapons. If one weapon does not have the means to defeat an enemy, then use another. So, in this way, one can wield multiple weapons."

"However, to completely abandon the weapon known as the martial body, for another... how can one then truly master this abandoned weapon!"

Anon’s words, spoken in an enlightened daze, could be interpreted differently by other individuals.

He inhaled deeply, reveling in this newfound state. His eyes were closed, and yet, he felt that his vision was clearer than ever before.

His left palm faced upward, and his right palm faced down. There was a small space between the two palms where black and white lightning began crackling with intensity.

Slowly, he entered a battle stance.

Opening his eyes, Anon stared at the bald fool and suddenly found him not so displeasing anymore.

It was thanks to this traitorous human’s help that he attained the core of true mastery. For this, his traitorous acts could be forgiven.

"Congratulations on your awakening," The flaming daemon smirked. "I hope you don’t run away from me again."

"Hah! You need not worry." Anon grinned before his eyes flashed with coldness. His voice was deep and contained a ruthless intent.

"Damaging Daemon Battle Art!"

Black and white lightning intertwined. For a time, Anon completely forsook the sword. At the very least, in this battle, he would defeat the flaming daemon with his own body.

Flesh versus flesh, only the stronger martial body would claim victory.

With such a will, Anon’s aura intensified even more, causing the flaming daemon to frown slightly.

Thereafter, his smirk grew into a depraved grin, "It seems that I’ve nurtured a hornet’s nest. How beautiful!"

"Undying State, Warring Art!"

The flaming daemon growled and assumed a battle stance. An ever-growing ring of flame manifested in his surroundings and swiftly expanded.

At a moment’s notice, the entire battle cloud was covered.

Immediately, the weight of a sky-piercing mountain pressed down on Anon’s figure. The daemon, now a humanoid giant, swallowed in emerald flames, appeared before Anon’s figure like a bullet train crashing into a mortal body.

The collision sent turbulent winds in all directions. Only if a mortal were here, no, even a third worlder would face obliteration from the sheer force carried within the winds. Fourth and fifth worlders would find themselves completely suppressed by the rampant auras of the two.

And still, Anon accepted the entire attack with open arms. He was sent flying back due to the intense momentum contained within that collision, but his feet never left the clouds.

Black and white lightning crackled and intertwined in his surroundings. The chaotic forces collided against the oppressive force that originated from the ring of flames. The combined lightning burst out of his body, leaving scars on space.

Due to the immense pressure that filled the entire battle cloud, Anon’s figure, which was still stuck in the first layer of speed completely shattered. He appeared several meters away from the flaming daemon, and the two exchanged another wild barrage of fists.

Fast!

Anon’s fists contained the mysteries of absolute speed contained within the glowing patterns back then. This speed manifested in the form of white lightning, and it was seamlessly merged into his martial techniques now.

Overwhelming!

And at the same time, his every punch and every kick, behind each elbow, and from each shoulder barge, an oppressive momentum and an overwhelming force escaped his body. The mysteries behind the black lightning had also melded seamlessly into his martial techniques.

Both mysteries had formed a completely new martial technique: Damaging Daemon Battle Art!

Anon’s damaging daemon battle art confronted the daemon’s undying state warring art.

Both were forged upon the awakening of the battle spirit, and one was even amplified by the power of an Antigod; however, the one that dominated this battle was the art that perfectly merged two aspects of a principle power!

Anon’s arms were mangled and ruined, yet his laughter shook the entire battle cloud. He sprinted across the cloud, pursuing the titanic daemon engulfed in emerald flames, while his own figure was consumed by chaotic bursts of black and white lightning

"Arghhhh!"

Emerald flames swallowed the entire battle cloud, and the heat it released only intensified in reaction to the crazed war cry!

The daemon’s figure was reduced to a pathetic state when compared to before this final confrontation. However, from his many wounds littering his body, and from his skin that had not been wounded yet, flames darker than ever before began rising from his body.

His six monstrous arms rose to the earth above as if to hold up the heavens, and his eyes lost their pupils as a massive, indescribable rune appeared above his head. This runic character was covered in dark flames that ruthlessly charred the space around it.

The emerald flames that raged across the battle cloud, and even the flames that burned in the air above the ancestor cloud, began transforming. The emerald color deteriorated into a vile, dark, repulsive fire. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Anon’s figure, doused in chaotic lightning, instantly retreated to spaces within the bounds of the battlefield wherein this fire was not present; however, such spaces were constantly shrinking.

Staring at the transforming flames, Anon felt a deep apprehension in the depths of his heart.

Once again, he was placed in a position of doubt. To hamper the power up or to wait? This time, Anon did not desire to wait and see. The power oozing from these flames released waves of heat that caused sparks of dark flames to flicker all around him.

If not for his damaging daemon battle art, his body would’ve likely been lit ablaze already.

Anon stepped forward and grasped at the figure of a six-armed daemon that seemed to be holding up the entire universe... What its six arms held was only a single symbol, but from this single glyph, endlessly powerful flames spurted out.

Anon appeared before the rune and the six-armed daemon. Between the two, he decisively chose to attack the daemonic and unholy rune. But just then, his six senses were momentarily obliterated by a light that blinded the world.

This light was not bright, nowhere near bright enough to cause the entire world to lose its color; however, it released an unknown force that burned the world’s color. This force burned one’s perception, sight, and the rest of the six senses!

As the light faded, Anon felt the earth and the crimson heaven switch places...

His head was cleaved from his shoulders!

Standing some distance away, the six-armed daemon stood with two arms folded across its chest, and two more folded across its back. One of its arms rested on its waist, and another was outstretched, having obliterated Anon’s neck.

Whether it be in his brain and hair follicles, or the cells in his torso, arms, and legs, they all churned with the mysteries of blood magic and transformed into rivers of blood that appeared on the edge of the battle cloud where a single longsword stood.

Anon leaped out of the blood river, swallowed in dark fire that had not extinguished, and landed unstably, falling to one knee.

His breathing was haggard, and each time he exhaled, sparks of dark fire escaped his mouth. Anon weakly propped himself against his longsword.

Gnashing his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed onto the hilt of his sword.

"My..." Anon inhaled deeply.

His soul was utterly exhausted, and his body was on the verge of collapse. At the same time, his cells battled against a dark fire that ran rampantly inside and outside his body.

Still, he spoke with a pale, confident smile, "My body has only recently reached the pinnacle, and those battle arts are still incomplete; however, this sword has touched upon the ceiling for the greater part of a century."

The daemon was covered in searing dark fire, and on its forehead was that same rune brimming with endless destructive fire.

Hearing Anon’s words, the daemon’s pupilless eyes, blacker than the darkest abyss, focused on the swarthy-skinned youth.

"Let me see then, this sword that has arrived at the pinnacle!" This was a voice unlike anything before. It was a voice dipped in the purity of royal antiquity and ancientness, utterly incomparable.

The daemon continued, "I will reveal to you the power of the Antigod’s Champion!"