Chapter 116: Burn mark

After the Sword Martial leaped into the air, it dove suddenly to the demon.

The Demon Yule turned to mincemeat after the attack successfully hit him.

It was a super strong technique that the user coagulated dense magical energies to the tip of its sword.

The gathered magical energy would be shot at the enemy. Although it seemed as though he dove and collided with the enemy, in truth, it was a long-ranged attack. He fired the dense coagulation of magical energy at the same time when he launched himself to the demon.

The smoke from the explosion was mixed with the dust from the debris of the floor, creating a cloud of smoke and dust.

But the surroundings immediately turned to normal and silence permitted the room.

Standing in the middle of the large pit was the Sword Martial himself. Still gripping the longsword in hand and was surrounded by pieces of meat.

Even though his nose was twitching at the awful smell of the burnt flesh, a smile was visible on Yeman's face.

He was amazed at the Sword Martial strength. It was the first time he saw such an attack. For some reason, he thought the Sword Martial was like the main character of a storybook or movie.

He on the other hand only had the Finger Bullet and the Stun Finger skill.

Also, he didn't know how to use conventional weapons. Rather, even if he knew how to use them, it would be useless if he was only able to manifest a single skill in each weapon.

With his unarmed main class, he could only use a one-handed weapon as a sub-weapon, while his other hand must remain empty-handed.

Yeman shook his head and walked towards the pit together with Night. "Congratulations, Oldman—!" He said when he neared the pit.

However, he noticed the Oldman wearing a shocked face. He also saw a frown on the Oldman's face.

A moment later, the pieces of flesh were twitching, then they suddenly gathered and started to combine.

"Damn it, be careful!" Suddenly warned the Oldman, then he leaped out from the pit, and fired magical energy to the gathering pieces of flesh.

It was followed by another explosion.

Yeman and Night used their arms to cover their faces and prevent the pressure that generates after the explosion.

Before the pressure could settle down, "Har har har!" They heard a familiar chuckling voice.

"What? He's alive!?" Yeman was surprised. They didn't waste a single second and they leaped behind them.

"My Lord?"

Night called out again.

He knew what she meant by calling his name. She was urging him to retreat. The enemy this time was just out of sense. Although Night was already at the peak of Golden Stage, she just breakthrough recently and did not learn yet some skill that could kill the demon.

"Ngh! Y-you two, get out of here!"

They heard the Oldman's pained voice. They glanced at him and saw his wound was opening once again. It was the wound he dealt with him on their duel.

"Gwarhar! No one! Can leave here without my permission!" Demon Yule said in an overbearing voice. Then he sprinted unsteadily towards the two youngsters.

Yeman noticed Night was out of gas. That time when the Oldman was under the hallucination effect of the miasma, she was engaging the Demon. Many times that she defeated the demon, however, it kept restoring its wounds and any injuries, and it almost had unlimited stamina that never got tired.

He shook his head towards the Sword Martial, "Let me try something," he whispered and tapped Night on her shoulder to stop her from stepping in front of him.

Night was a little surprise but when she saw her Lord's face, she followed without a slight hesitation. No matter what, she believed her lord.

"Young man! What are you doing!? It's not a creature that you can defeat with just strength alone!" He heard the Sword Martial shouted, but Yeman disregarded it.

The next second, he summoned his Window Interface and proceeded to the market section.

He scanned into it.

Seeing the young man tapping in the air, the demon sneered and thought the young man lost his mind in fear.

Herher! Laughed the demon as he increased his speed.

But then, 5 steps away from the young man, the demon noticed the young man was holding something in his hand. The next second, he noticed the young smiled briefly.

"Hehr!" He scoffed at the young man's struggle. No matter what the young man pulled, he believed that it could not kill him. "Become my food!" Said the demon while gaping his mouth.

He saw the young man spray something into his right hand, and from his hand, trailing red lights were shot towards him. He was hit at some parts of his body. But it was the same technique that the young man used recently. It could not kill him anyway, so why would he fear it?

The demon continued its advance. He didn't fear whatever the young man pulled from his sleeves. He was certain that it could not kill him.

Even the Sword Martial was wearing a scared expression. He wasn't scared of the enemy, he was scared at what would happen to the Young man and the girl beside him. For sure, the demon would devour them.

However, before the demon's hand could touch the young man, it suddenly stopped. In just an inch distance from his face, the demon weirdly stopped on his feet.

"!!" Yeman noticed something on the demon's forearm which caught his interest. 'Burn marks?!' He shouted in mind.

Nonetheless,

"Eh! What happened?" Asked the Sword Martial in wonder.

The demon suddenly stopped its advance! What was the reason?! The Oldman was puzzled. Even the demon himself was staring at the young man in wonder. His body suddenly froze and lost its strength. The next second, he felt weak and his body started to fall.

His vision was dimming and he felt a burning sensation all over his body. 

"?!"

With a dull sound, the demon fell back-first on the ground.

The Oldman was having an 'O' expression, while he was staring with wide eyes.

The demon twitched and groaned.

"What? What? WHAAARGH?!!" He was puzzled.

NOOOO, SOOO HOOOT!!! Aarrg!!!

A burning sensation invaded him. Then its body was starting to burn.

"Wha— di— you do—!! Bastarrrrd!!!"

Before the demon's body was fully burnt by fire, Sword Martial noticed a metallic glint caressed the demon's neck.

A head fell and caught in the hand of the young man.

"....."