Supreme Paragon Reborn: Humanity's Rise To Galactic Supremacy-Chapter 310: Blind Terror

Although Devil took great care to not utter a single word, that didn’t mean he was forbidden from making noise.

The two claws on his hands scraped against the hard ground, producing an unpleasant screeching noise, accompanied by faint sparks.

"S—Shit!" Julia muttered under her breath, a shiver running down her spine. It was rare for her to find herself defenseless, considering her realm.

Even more alarming, Devil bore no presence... At least, not the kind cultivators were accustomed to sensing when fighting humans. It was no surprise that a creeping horror began to settle in Lord Julia’s heart.

In her moment of blindness, an enemy she couldn’t detect was drawing nearer!

"Whoever you are, I will make you regret your choices!" She bellowed.

Given that there could be no equal among the ranks of the Indomitable Alliance, she charged forward, convinced that this was merely one of Michael’s unremarkable teammates trying to appear intimidating.

Devil’s grin widened to impossible levels.

’When did I become so popular that women began to chase me blindly?’

Trying not to laugh at his own joke, he moved to the side. Ever so gracefully tripping Julia.

’Sadly, I will have to refuse your advances, wretch. I am only interested in the beautiful women you see...’

Devil thought mockingly, his claw blurring in the air.

Swosh!

"Ugh!"

A pained groan escaped Julia’s lips. The tables had turned. She had intended to torture Michael, only to find herself the one hurt instead.

"I will kill you!" She swore. The castle’s lower level shuddered, threatening to come undone under her sudden rampage.

Devil knew his time was running out. It wouldn’t be long before one of the drones emerged from the cracks the woman had created.

His job was to inflict the maximum amount of pain and suffering while the Lord was disoriented. The moment there was any sign of compromise, he would return to Michael’s soul, not daring to risk exposure.

With a devilish grin he danced between her strikes, inflicting deep wounds on her limbs, torso, and face.

"AHHHH!"

Her pained screams were akin to music to Devil’s ears, fueling him further.

One thing was for certain. Even long after the battle had concluded, Julia would be tormented by traumatic episodes every time she found herself in darkness.

Meanwhile, atop the castle’s shattered backyard, Michael fought against the two Lords.

It was quite the struggle considering that Troy and Gregory wielded powerful swords and employed distinct battle styles, while Michael relied on hand-to-hand combat. Summoning Heaven’s Judgment only when he spotted a blind spot.

"Why did you suddenly get quiet? Did you get scared?!" Troy shouted in a desperate attempt to recover a part of his pride. Completely forgetting that he was ganging up with another Lord against a lone Grandmaster in front of the whole world.

As for Michael, his face remained devoid of expression, his crimson eyes turning cold, utterly focused on their strikes.

It would have been reckless to attack without thought. Instead, his hands moved in perfect sync with the Lords’ swords, redirecting each strike off course and away from his body.

Though it only prolonged the battle, with Michael still at a massive disadvantage and countless wounds marring his hands, it at least caused tension to rise within the Lord.

"Let’s see how you’ll react to this!" Troy declared, his eyes turning bloodshot.

Instantly, Michael’s eyes narrowed. He had used Parallel Sight to predict Troy’s potential moves and prepare accordingly. But suddenly, five perfect replicas of Troy appeared, each slashing into different arcs!

Since Michael’s other hand had been busy dealing with Gregory, he was left with no way to retaliate!

Slash!

"!!!"

It happened in a heartbeat. One moment Michael had been defending. The next thing he saw was his cleanly severed arm flying away from his body.

"Don’t forget about me!" Gregory declared, capitalizing on the opportunity. He materialized several holographic swords behind Michael and sent them hurtling toward him like arrows!

Stab!

Fortunately, Michael was able to detect them with Perfect Senses. However, he wasn’t able to dodge quickly enough, three of the blades burying dangerously deep in his back.

An involuntary gasp escaped his lips, blood starting to seep from his mouth. Yet, despite the pain, he remained unfazed.

Ducking low, he created some distance between himself and the Lords.

"Running away now?!" Gregory laughed tiredly. Seeing Michael’s struggle, he could tell he had spent all of his energy.

Forgetting all caution, he dashed forward. Michael had truly gotten on his nerves, and he wanted to kill him!

He had been certain Michael was fleeing, so Gregory’s shock was all the more intense when Michael suddenly charged toward him instead.

Devil had been keeping Lord Julia busy all this time, but inevitably, the sword had returned to its owner’s soul.

"Wai—"

Before Gregory could utter a plea, Michael’s arm slashed, Devil reappearing in his grip. The Mythic weapon cleaved through the man effortlessly, splitting him in two and killing him instantly.

Gregory’s body fell lifelessly to the ground. At the same time, the drones located Julia in the castle’s basement, where she was weeping. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Fighting against Michael had rendered one Lord dead, another defenseless, and the third heavily exhausted.

An achievement that will be dominating headlines for a long time, etching a place in the course of history.

But... everything had its limits.

As Gregory’s two halves split apart, Michael’s eyes locked onto a sword that had been hurled straight at his chest.

Unable to reach in time, the blade pierced his heart and pinned him against the wall behind.

Huff... Huff... Huff...

Breathing heavily, Lord Troy neared, his gaze unfocused due to the strain.

"Why... even now your face doesn’t change." The man muttered, watching Michael’s cold expression.

He should have been writhing in agony! Yet he didn’t seem even the least bit affected.

Troy never received an answer. Michael drew his last breath, dying on the spot. What lingered in its place was nothing more than an illusion of his lifeless body. While in reality, he was transported away from the battlefield.

"It doesn’t matter... HAHAHA!" Troy threw his hands upwards and began to laugh maniacally.

"We won! I won!" He shouted joyfully, his eyes settling on the drones who drew closer to record his voice.

"Eternal Blade won! The Indomitable Alliance is indomitable no more!" Troy proclaimed in triumph, though his limbs began to feel heavy.

He waited... A tense silence stretched on. The wind swept through the trees, carrying a false sense of calmness.

"Why... Why is the game still going on?"

Troy paled, a shudder running down his spine as a dreadful realization crept in.

"Could it be that the person they assigned as their leader... wasn’t Michael?"