Chapter 251 Dragonheart and Devilheart

Just as Asher leapt in on Amon’s right, midway through swinging his claymore which was infused with a dark force, and Yuna jumped to Amon’s left with her daggers primed on his neck—Amon vanished.

“—!”

With speed that was imperceptible in the moment, Amon reappeared, slamming both his fists into the two attackers’ guts. It was almost a surreal sight; Amon’s existence was like a blur, his entire body vibrating at a high frequency as he repelled Asher and Yuna.

“I’ve got you!” Emilio yelled, waving his staff.

As the two were flung back, the young mage conjured walls of water to catch Asher and Yuna, cushioning them and allowing them to recover quickly.

“Thanks,” Asher said, jumping up without missing a beat.

“Yeah, thanks!” Yuna dashed back in.

This time, Everett joined the two in their direct assault on Amon, though it was difficult to see how they’d hold up against the recruit killer as Amon blurred through the battlefield, attacking the three separately seemingly within the same instance.

“Ghh—! Damn this speed!” Everett kept his shield up.

It was difficult to keep up at all with how Amon moved; there was no linear movement, only distorted vanishing and reappearing before attacking.

“Wind Bore!”

Melisande tossed a bullet of wind forth in an attempt to catch Amon, though the vibrating figure vanished before it could touch his skin.

“Dammit...!” Melisande let out in frustration.

“Stay focused! He’s hard to hit, but it’s not impossible! Just pressure him!” Emilio guided her.

“Right...!” Melisande nodded,

While the three close-ranged fighters had to play on the defensive, blocking the instantaneous attacks from Amon, Emilio supported them with a constant flow of spells to press the recruit killer: manipulating the soil, sprouting thrashing vines and tossing arrows of water to seek Amon.

Asher huffed, flipping back as he sprouted horns from his head and a thin, black tail from his back.

[Devilheart System Activated]

[Current Stage: 2/10 | Nether Son]

Witnessing the shift in appearance and mana pressure, Emilio found himself curious by the fellow reincarnator’s transformation as Asher managed to dash forward and catch Amon amidst his blurred movement.

“Oh? You’re finally getting serious,” Amon smiled.

“I’m not even sweating yet,” Asher responded.

Even the amplification of the Devilheart hadn’t closed the gap quite yet as Amon vanished again from in front of Asher’s claymore, simultaneously evading an attempted strike from behind made by the silent-stepping rogue.

“Tch!” Yuna clicked her tongue.

Rushing in, Everett reared his shield back, waving it in the general direction where Amon flashed around in as he attempted to bash the elusive figure.

“Be careful! He’s even faster now!” Emilio warned the others.

A warning seemed unnecessary once seeing a flicker of what could only be assumed to be Amon zooming past Yuna, tossing her back and leaving a couple slashes on her thigh and shoulder.

“Ngh...!” Yuna winced.

Emilio was quick to summon a wall of mud between Amon and Yuna, blocking the killer from following up as Asher closed in on him from behind.

The lengthy claymore failed to meet the pale figure’s midsection as Amom blurred away, confronting Emilio directly as he etched a harsh slash through the young Dragonheart’s shoulder.

“Agh—” Emilio winced from the unexpected slash.

“Where’s that power of yours from last time?! That was amazing! You won’t stand a chance without it!” Amon taunted.

There was no chance for Emilio to get his sword out and begin defending himself, resulting in him failing to intercept the daggers with his broadsword before Amom slashed his body multiple times.

Blood fell onto the soil as Emilio stumbled back, catching himself as he felt a swirl of heat inside of him, beginning to push his Dragonheart to the next stage before being interrupted by another push by Amon.

I can’t access the third stage yet...! He’s too aggressive! Emilio thought.

Aiding him, Yuna slid in and kicked at Amon’s ankles, causing the man to stumble before he blurred away as Everett tried tackling him and Melisande attempted ensnaring him with wind.

“Gah! He’s so slippery!” Everett huffed, stomping down.

“Focus!” Emilio yelled.

There was no downtime as Amon bolted through the battlefield, rolling down the hill swiftly and lunging towards them.

“Emilio!” Asher yelled out.

As the two exchanged a look, with just that stare, Emilio seemed to understand what Asher was suggesting as they shared a nod.

...I get it. I need to go higher–but there’s no time to do it! I was wrong to call this an ‘adrenaline rush’–what Amon is doing is more like supercharging his entire mana pool–something like this would be suicide for a normal person! Emilio thought.

Amidst the high-octane combat in which Amon continued outpacing everybody, all at once, the speedy figure kicked Everett back before arriving in front of Melisande.

“Gah-!” Melisande flinched.

A brutal knee came, sinking into the gut of the silver-haired girl before she was flung back intensely.

“Melisande–!!!” Emilio yelled.

Though she managed to be caught by Yuna, who wasn’t in good shape herself, a burning rage ignited in the veins of the young Dragonheart.

There was no buildup needed; the scales sprouted over his skin into a full-set of draconic armor as azure flames roared around him. No greater ignition supplemented the Dragonheart force than rage itself, burning up from a steady temperature to unstable degrees in an instant.

[Current stage: 3/10 | Dragon Warrior]

At the same time, Asher allowed demonic, black skin that armored him with living gauntlets and boots, growing his horns further and thickening his tail as the pitch-black aura amplified with a shriek from Hell.

[Current stage: 3/10 | Hell Walker]

On both sides of the full-throttle recruit hunter, the Dragonheart and the Devilheart surrounded Amon, who stood there with a smile both nervous and welcome to the challenge.

“Well, well...looks like things are finally getting interesting,” Amon said.