117 Demon Sage Sageras 3 (2/2)

Suddenly and silently, a handsome young man stepped forward. He was about Dyon's height, 1.9 meters tall, and was only a few years older. From the looks of it, he couldn't have been more than 20 now.

His long white hair flowed, as his shirtless torso and raggedy, hole filled brown pants swayed in the wind.

Suddenly, he crouched downwards. His muscles rippled and flexed as his eye trained on Dyon. To him, there was nothing else in the world but the boy in front of him.

Dyon's eyes narrowed as he felt the dense killing and demonic aura dripping from the young man and the thousands around him. However, none of the others seemed intent on moving…

'a test? For what?' Dyon knew he had no time to think, and he couldn't see through the young man in front of him, so he jumped to his most serious mode immediately. Dyon could risk it and try to kill them all, but then he would learn nothing. He would either end up dead, or he would kill them all with no one left to explain things.

BOOM!

Dyon's body immediately expanded to 2.5 meters tall, blasting his shirt into ashes. He had no time to call for his sword, but, something told him that didn't matter.

The eyes of the young man narrowed at the sight of Dyon.

A blood red aura rolled off of the both of them. Dyon stood tall, not an ounce of fear in his eyes.

BOOM!

The young man sprinted forward, leaving a deep crater behind him. Demonic will condensed in his hand, hardening his skin and amplifying his strength.

BOOM!

Dyon leaped forward, his massive body shaking the world with his every step. Celestial and wind will condensed at his arm, intent on slicing through the aura of the young man infront of him.

To Dyon, there was nothing other than murder in his thoughts. To destroy the young man in front of him with no remorse. No human kindness. No regret.

ROOOAAAARRR

The thousands behind them roared into the skies, stomping their feet and banging their chests.

Battle. Victory. Blood. Carnage. These were the things you would think of seeing this scene.

BOOM!

Their fists collided. A raging tempest of wind blasted between them.

Two young men with one goal. Neither willing to lose. Neither willing to give up.

Silence…

Dyon stood tall, his fists clenched against the young man's. His fist ached, his arm was partially fractured, and yet he felt the best he had in a while. The thrill of battle filled him with a feeling he found hard to describe, making his demonic battle path thrum with excitement.

But, just as Dyon was about to retract his arm to punch once again, his eyes widened in shock.

There, in front of him, the young man kneeled. His arm crossed his chest in a respectful manner, and his head was lowered in reverence.

”you are indeed the proper successor of His Lord Demon Sage Sargerus.”

The sounds of kneeling filled the once quiet atmosphere. Figure after figure bowed their heads to Dyon. The sea of white and black gave off a will that would make anyone's bloods boil.

Suddenly, the next words of the young man made Dyon tremble with even more shock than before. His thoughts unconsciously jumped to a sassy red-haired girl covered in short, tight red leather.

”Your servant, Arios Sicarius, at your service.”

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I have more questions than all of you, llmmaaoo. Why is Ava's brother alive? What was he doing to even end up in this situation? Why are prisoners somehow loyal to their captor? Why is Ri's aurora flame blue? Why did all their hair turn white?Will Dyon ever stop being a pervert? Who knows man, who knows...

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