Chapter 137 - Defeating the Demon-Lady

In reaction to this, Sunday pulled back, replicating the same move that she did. As he did that, he felt his body leer over the edge of the building. Any slip and he was going to fall. If he fell, there was no certainty that the Demoness would think twice over destroying the parchment scroll.

However, if he could land one hit on her. Even if he was going to fall, he was sure going to capitalize on that to land a combo before falling or trying to prevent that.

His mind flashed and his body reacted in that same split second. He lifted his leg up, the left leg and swung it upwards. From the leaning position of the demon, there was no way he was going to miss.

His leg reached up and slammed into her upper torso that was leaned forward to him, his feet ramming into the undersides of her h.i.p.s. 

The Demoness scowled and growled as the pain racked through her frame. Instantly, Sunday used that got to push his upper body up just as the demon tried to hold the underside of her h.i.p.s in pain. 

Following immediately, he launched a punch into her face, his Imole Mo burning up her face just abit. a twisted his body to the left in the bid to launch another attack, his left leg slamming into her upper c.h.e.s.t and pushing her backwards.

"Aaaghhh!" The demon cried out, staggering backwards. 

However because of his unbalanced stance with which he had attacked, Sunday tipped over, his back falling. He acted quickly, however, rather than just falling over, he pushed his weight in, twisting his body to turn the fall into a flip.

"Yooooou..." The demon lady snarled assume looked over the edge.

But then if was too late for her. Sunday hefted himself up, giving enough space between himself and the building to allow his legs pass through neatly, cleaving right into the jaws of the Demoness.

"Aaaaghh!" The Demoness cried out again, staggering back as the uppercut from the kick rammed into her.

Just then, Sunday did another somersault, this time bending his legs as he moved his body into a roll such that his legs landed down again, back on the edge of the decking and he unfolded his upper body.

The Demoness screeched. Sunday summoned his light daggers, feeling the surge of energy form within his hands. He lowered his body, dashing into the demon.

And then, one, two, he hit her with a combo of both hands, slashing a curve to the outside, all hits homing in.

"Aaaghhhhhhhhhhhh!" She yelled in pain.

But Sunday was not done. He let the light dagger in his right hand diffuse into nothingness, reaching for the Demoness who was still wailing. Swiftly, he dragged the arm and then reversed their positions.

Once reversed, he heaved, summoning both daggers into his hands and then went for multiple combo, all over her body.

"Aaagahh."

Two.

"Damnit!"

Three...

The yells of the demon rent the air as Sunday kept slashing in and out, not giving her enough time to gnash her teeth over the initial cuts as he continued. Eventually, he butchered through her skin, his speed gaining a notable increase in speed as his rage boiled.

Over and over, he slashed. The demon cried out in pain. And when her body was about to tip over, he would reach forward and stab into her arm, skin, c.h.e.s.t or legs and exert energy to drag her back in. But even at that, he never dragged her in to where she could have stability of her feet in the ground.

He slashed up and down with both hands and twisted around, slashing over her lower legs. The demon cried out, trying to desperately landing a hit on him but he leapt back before lowering his body and attacking her b.a.r.e feet. 

She staggered , swaying her hands by her side so as not to fly as he r face controted in rage. 

"Curse you, Irunmole." She cursed.

"I will feast on your... Aaagh!" She cried out again as Sunday reached out, stabbing both t.h.i.g.hs with his daggers and exerting energy to pull her towards him.

As he did, this time, her body tilted towards him by the lower body while the upper body was still leaning over, greatly unbalanced by gravity. She grimaced, feeling the pain sear deeper just as Sunday ripped his daggers up and then launched an elbow into her stomach.

At this , a spasm of pain racked through her, momentarily blacking her out. She regained herself in the next only to find that Sunday had adjusted her body from the edge. 

It was a foolish move, she thought as she opened her large eyes to watch just as Sunday jumped down on her.

His daggers digging into her skull and cracking it open.

Weak and dying, the Demon's weight shifted as she leered over the edge, falling. Sunday landed and heaved, dusting his hands. As he turned his back to the butchery, the demon exploded into bits of dark energy just as Bane looked at him coldly.

"What?" He shrugged, picking up the parchment scroll, the daggers vanishing from existence. "It seems as if I am getting powerful over here on Earth."

'Dont be an idiot, boy! That demon was a low level one which was why you easily beat her up.' Bane chided him.

"Easily?" Sunday c.o.c.ked an eyebrow at Bane.

"That was not anything easy. I had to use my instincts and environment to deal the finishing hits."

'Well, that was because you are weak!' Bane replied him mentally.

"What?" Sunday glared.

Just how dare Bane say that? 

He shook his head, sighing at the beast. He did not have time for it as he perused the scroll once again, finally locating the details on how to find this Bolu.

And that was it. Now was time to complete the mission.

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