Devil Slave (Satan system)



Things had happened fast. Too fast for even Lenny's trained eyes to see.

All he saw was quick, sharp movements and it was all over.

His muscles had not even been able to react on instinct.

Manta's speed was nothing like he had ever seen.

In his past life, he had been so fast that he had been able to predict the trajectory of bullets and dodge them in time.

Coming here, Most gladiators above C class could do that on a normal day.

After all, gladiators were a stronger breed from humans.

Many could touch speeds man only dreamt of.

However, it was different this time around.

At least if she had moved, he should have seen it, or at least a part of her body should have given her away, like her muscles contracting to apply incredible force to the ground.

Even if it had been her brows squinting to focus on him, it would have given him the hint that an attack was heading for him.

Even babies gave a sign before they cried.

But for Manta nothing! Absolutely nothing!!

She was still even in her casual conversation.

They was no killing Intent whatsoever.

It was like how one felt no killing Intent when stepping on an ant.

It was just pure coincidence of the kill.

Like stepping on the leaves in a forest. It was as easy as breathing.

Even disgust was not evident.

In her eyes, Lenny had not even been worthy of existing in the same room as them.

The only reason he had dodged the first attack before she gave it was because she went easy on him.

It was like pretending to clap in order to chase away a buzzing fly.

However, she suddenly thought of the fly to be annoying and therefore her attack.

This was a rank 5 Lesser Demon Half-born.

Her being a dwarf did not lessen the threat she possessed.

Coco on the other hand, watched the happenings with interest.

He WHISTLED loudly at the swift death that had been presented.

For a Devil that claimed to not like fighting, his yellow devil eyes told otherwise, showing their deep excitement for the spillage of blood.

He quickly took a sit to enjoy the front roll show.

Meanwhile, Lenny's eyes shut open in surprise.

Manta landed right on his chest, using her other hand to prop her short height up by his shoulders.

Lenny looked below.

Her hand was so deep in his chest that all he loooked at was her bicep and shoulder.

This showed that her hand had gone all the way through to the other side.

*Cough! Cough!! Cough!!!*

Lenny coughed up mouths full of blood again ana again.

He wanted to say something, but the blood rushing into his organs did not allow him.

She jumped down from his body, her hand stained with the red from his body.

It was bloody, sliding down her arm like sweat off a hard working athlete.

She waved her arm in the air splashing the blood stain to the ground.

She did not even give another look to the struggling Lenny as he fell to the ground.

"Now that the buzzing is out of the way, let us get to it!" She gave a menacing smile to Razor.

Just like she had done with Lenny, she moved again.

*BOOM!!!*

It might as well been the impact of a rocket hitting the ground.

Even Lenny's teammates outside the twin doors felt some of the impact.

Unlike Lenny, Razor had seen the attack coming.

Both fists met each other in the air.

The blast from their encounter pushed everything from their center aside.

In one attack, the beautiful bar had become a mess.

All of the bar had become a mess except where Coco sat.

Not even the white shirt that the devil wore had been touched by the wind from the blast, nor his Monocle stained by neither dirt nor dust.

Even though he was right in front of them, it was as if he was in a different world of his own, like a judge watching a play.

Manta frowned at this a bit.

She was of Rank 5 of the lesser demon rank and Razor was of Rank 4 but he was able to withstand her attack.

In fact, it was almost as if they were of the same strength level.

She hissed as she threw yet again another punch, and another punch.

Again and again.

Razor also did the same.

Their speed was like a machining gun spitting out bullets, but speeds extremely fast.

They was no fancy to their technique, no flashy special ability.

It was all brute force.

A show of strength.

Whether this was for pride or respect, it did not matter, but what two things were sure. Firstly, both of them wanted to beat each other with their bare fists.

Secondly, in this room, it might as well have been a tornedo.

The effects of their attacks were so strong that little cracks formed on the walls.

It would be better to note that these walls were not like the rest of the dungeon.

After all, these walls were the Boss Devil's space.

Having absorbed chaos magic from his body for a long time, they were extremely sturdy.

If Lenny had given punches to these walls, he wouldn't even leave a dent.

Their punches continued ceaselessly for a full minute before both of them jumped backwards.

Truly, the strength level of these half-borns was on another level.

Lenny was already at rank 3 lesser demon rank, but he might as well have been at the foot of a mountain sighing at the height of its peak where rank 5 was located.

The two of them separated from each other, barely taking sharp breaths for their recent exchange.

"Hehehehe!!!" Razor chuckled, "so this is what you get when you are self named. It is a good thing I waited for the favor of my master."

Hearing this made Manta carry an ugly expression.

By now, she too had realized it. The reason Razor could stand up to her was because of his NAME...

(Author's note: I'm hungry! I'll release the bonus chapter after my meal)