979 Asuras Eye 3 (1/2)

Asyna immediately sensed Dyon's change in demeanor as well as his anger, but she didn't know what was wrong.

From the very beginning, Dyon had gone very easy on Asyna. Not only was she a beauty that he didn't have deep seeded anger against, she was also very young. The fact she wanted to kill Dyon was clearly not her own decision, but rather, the decision of someone else. Dyon wasn't so petty as to be angered for such a small matter, especially when she had no chance of beating him to begin with.

Even when he stepped into the very first stage of Demon Emperor's Will, it was for simple defensive measures. Because Dyon's demonic will was locked, this technique lost half of its effectiveness. So, what did it mean for Dyon to only use the first stage that was once a 2x multiplier at its peak? It meant that his strength wasn't multiplied at all, rather, it was only his defenses that increased.

Knowing this, to then say Dyon took it easy on Asyna might have been a complete understatement.

”You…” Asyna couldn't believe what was happening. ”How is your body so powerful?! Who are you really?!”

Dyon wasn't in the mood to talk anymore. Instead, he took a mighty step forward, allowing his foot to sink deep into the arena tiles as his Demon Emperor's Will shot to the third stage.

In that moment, Asyna felt an overwhelming kingly aura envelop her. It felt as though a demonic emperor had risen up, filled with endless rage and bloody intent, prepared to bring the world into chaos.

Dyon's upper robes burst apart as his Presence threatened to shatter Asyna's Divine Sense all together.

Golden veins coursed across Dyon's well sculpted body, captivating anyone who saw them. But, maybe the most shocking sight were the almost life-like angel wing tattoos on his back, boldly shining with white, black and gold lights.

”AH!” Asyna's voice screamed outward as Dyon's fist blasted into her belly.

Rings of air blasted from her back while she vomited blood, the shockwaves from Dyon's violent punch almost tearing a hole in her abdomen.

Asyna fell to the ground in a heap, violently coughing up blood and holding her delicate hand to her stomach, unable to move.

At that moment, she had lost her murderous intent. She looked like nothing more that a teenage girl, gravely hurt by a towering man. It was a scene that elicited waves of pity and almost scorn at Dyon's actions. How could he be so heavy handed with a lady?

Dyon turned a sharp gaze toward Lilith in the stands, his eyes filled with intent to kill.

He had long since analyzed this dome. Because his energy cultivation talent was poor, and sealed, it had taken him a while to notice. In fact, had it not been for how proficient he was with arrays, he wouldn't have noticed at all until it was too late.