Chapter 293 - A Fire Demons Past (1/2)

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Ifrit slowly opened his eyes as he found himself inside a comfortable room within a large manor.

He was resting over a comfortable bed while having his entire body patched up, he remembered that he had gone so far into the fight that several of his bones broke and some of his muscles were even torn apart.

He was very strong… but these monsters were simply just as strong. Well, it was quite obvious that the technique he used also affected him negatively. The deadly technique of the Demonic Soul Flame wasn't something he had completely mastered, and it put a burden in the demon that used them.

Ifrit was born with a weak constitution and soul, although, thanks to Chaos' Miasma, he evolved and gained strength, alongside his cultivation rising through the help of the Universal Origin System, he still had yet to completely be able to gain enough power to use this technique to its full potential, and that's without even receiving the burden into his body.

”Hahh…”

Ifrit sighed a bit, as he realized he was most likely inside Abyss Divine Realm. She had set a large manor there, where everyone could go rest inside if they were feeling tired, this was the room he usually took.

It was more convenient to enter the divine realm of someone else and be carried by them while resting inside their divine realm than going inside one's divine realm and slowly move it across the spatial layers, as it was less taxing, and the person could just relax while the other moved.

”Did I fell unconscious…?” he wondered.

He looked at his side and found out there was Lilith sleeping at the side of the bed.

”Eh?!”

Ifrit was rather surprised, almost jumping out of the bed.

Lilith was sleeping soundly, and looked rather cute while doing so… She had been worried about her and brought him to be healed, and then she personally patched him up using special patches that enhanced natural healing of bones.

She was very worried about him…

”Lilith… What is she doing by sleeping at my side?” he sighed, as he smiled a bit at her, she looked way too cute.

He petted her head gently and then decided to walk out, but when he tried to stand, a large amount of pain rushed across his body, like a strong electricity rushing through every nerve.

”Aghhh…!”

Ifrit fell to his kneels as he gasped for air.

Sweat began to come out of his body as he gritted his teeth and looked down.

”Fuck… T-That pain was… My Pressure Points… I crushed them without realizing?!” he thought.

Pressure Points, a concept in many types of martial arts. Even in the depths of Hell where Demons dwelled, Martial Arts had been adapted in a myriad of forms specific for each Demon Race.

The Ifrit Demon Race was able to exceed in the power of flames, to naturally produce fire from their body through natural producing Demonic Energy and Fire-Attribute Mana and Qi. All these factors combined gave birth to their Flame Demon Martial Arts Techniques, and the secret technique of the Demonic Soul Flame Arts…

Of course, Pressure Points were important into their development, nourishing their bodies and producing Fire Qi was what helped them into using their techniques.

When Ifrit unleashed all his powers, he went out of his own limits… he should had limited himself to fire magic at the end… but he really wanted to use these techniques. It was clear that his physical strength was superior to his magical power…

He gripped his fists angrily as Ifrit's mind recalled his past abruptly.