My eyes widened as the smoke began to clear.
'That Basterd...'
There was deep wound on his left side of shoulder but the demon before me was fine.
He was still standing on his two feets.
"I have to say, That really hurt bad." The demon muttered under his breath as plucked out the arrow from his left chest and threw on the ground.
Then he glanced at me and grinned.
"Is that it? Look's like you are going to die, Hahaha."
I gritted my teeth and glaired at him but soon enough I took a deep breath and calmed myself down.
There was no need to act rashley, I know his strong way stronger then I am, I couldn't hope to defeat him with the current strength of mine.
But what about after I raised my all over strengt?
I think then this situation would turned around in my favour.
"I think I should started to take this seriously too."
As soon as he said that, he closed her eyes and his body started convulsing violently as bones cracked and shifted under his skin.
His muscles bulged and his skin stretched, making way for the emerging monstrous form.
His hands contorted, and long, razor-sharp claws burst out from her fingertips. His skin became as dark as night.
He cheeks sank in, and his eyes turned an eerie shade of red as his pupils grew vertical, giving his a predatory gaze.
The air around him grew heavy with an overwhelming sense of danger.
He then opened his mouth and spoke in a horrific demonic voice, "This my level 2 Demonic Transformation."
"Damn," Lucas shrugged his shoulders.
"Look's it's my turn to power up too."
Without a moment's hesitation, the boy stepped back, creating a bit of distance between them. He took a deep breath, centring himself for the upcoming spar.
As he summoned the energy within, the air around him shimmered with a faint azure glow. His golden hair seemed to dance with a hint of mana, a stark contrast to the worn-out appearance he bore just moments ago.
The Demon tried blocking the incoming attack by raising her claws, but Lucas' sword easily sliced through his reinforced skin, severing his right hand with a fast blur.
Thud, Thud—!!
As the dismembered limb fell to the ground, Lucas landed before baldy demon, ready to deliver another fierce blow.
Wasting no time, he pulled his sword back with mana spiraling around it and slash it forward at his face with all his might, intending to cut of his skull.
Swish—!!
But before Lucas' attack could connect, baldy demon swiftly ducked down, dodging the spear thrust with his remaining claw pulled back.
"For someone who talked so big, you were easy to kill!" he taunted, his voice filled with contempt as he lunged forward at the golden-haired boy with breakneck speed.
Lucas could only widen his eyes as the demon closed the distance and straightened his claw into a sword-like manner before thrusting it into his abdomen with incredible force.
Thrust—!
"Aghhh!"
The pain was excruciating as Lucas felt the sharp claws pierce through his body, tearing through flesh and muscle with ease. He gritted his teeth against the agony, refusing to cry out as he struggled to maintain his focus.
With a surge of determination, Lucas summoned every ounce of strength within him, channeling it into a powerful counterattack. With a swift motion, he raised his sword and aimed for the demon's neck, his movements fueled by sheer willpower and determination.
Despite the pain and fatigue weighing heavily upon him, Lucas refused to give up. With a fierce cry, he unleashed his attack with all the strength he could muster, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision.
The demon's eyes widened in shock as Lucas' sword connected, the blade biting deep into his flesh with a sickening crunch. With a roar of pain, the demon stumbled backwards, blood gushing from the wound as he clutched at his neck in agony.
But Lucas wasn't done yet. Summoning the last reserves of his strength, he pressed his advantage, unleashing a flurry of rapid strikes upon the demon's weakened form.
Slash, slash, slash—!!
Each blow landed with devastating force, driving the demon back further and further until he was on the brink of collapse. With one final, decisive strike, Lucas delivered the finishing blow, his sword slicing through the air with unparalleled speed and precision.
The demon let out a strangled cry as Lucas' sword pierced through his chest, its blade impaling him with lethal accuracy. With a shudder, the demon's body went limp, his eyes glazing over as life fled from his form.
Breathing heavily, Lucas staggered backwards, his body trembling with exhaustion as he struggled to remain standing.
But despite the pain and fatigue that threatened to overwhelm him, he refused to yield, his spirit unbroken as he stood victorious against his formidable foe.
With one final, triumphant cry, Lucas raised his sword high above his head, a symbol of his hard-won victory against impossible odds.
As he looked upon the fallen demon before him, he felt a surge of pride and satisfaction, knowing that he had overcome even the greatest of challenges through sheer determination and strength of will.
With the battle won and his enemy defeated, Lucas allowed himself a moment of respite, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he savored the sweet taste of victory.