"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!"
Massive fiery explosions echoed across the forest, and huge trees several meters tall began to fall. One would think such a level of destruction would arise from the clash between two militant forces with a high level of explosive equipment and tanks, but the truth was it was just the aftermath of the battle between a man and a demon.
Vlad and the Abyssal were fighting with all they had. The battle had just started less than ten minutes ago, and they had already destroyed everything around them.
Arasbus was the most wounded of the duo, with dozens of new cuts appearing all over his body, but Vlad was not unscathed. While the young man had avoided all the direct blows, the club unleashed gales of scorching heat, causing burn wounds to appear all over his body.
Vlad found an opening after those dozens of clashes, and his sword flashed toward the neck of the Abyssal, but just as it was about to land, the demon opened his mouth and released a torrent of fire!
Those flames were hotter than any Vlad had ever felt before, and he immediately pushed his body down and rolled through the ground to avoid being incinerated by them.
Arasbus jumped forward and rammed his massive spiked metallic club down with all his strength. His target was none other than Vlad’s head, as he intended to burst it open like a melon!
Vlad’s eyes narrowed as he saw that strike, and he immediately rose from the ground, moving to the side, dodging the strike before aiming at the Abyssal’s armpit. Arasbus did not wear armor, but his muscles and skin were as strong as one, so Vlad needed to attack the soft spot to do any significant damage.
The white sword moved like a snake, fast and deadly, but before it could reach the demon’s armpit and disable the left arm, Arasbus raised the spiked metallic club from the ground and waved it to the side.
Vlad was forced to pull back unless he wanted to be sent flying away with all his bones broken by the spiked club. Even though the demon’s dominant arm was the right one, he could deploy excellent skills with the left one, showing just how high his martial talent was.
A sharp light appeared in Vlad’s eyes as he pulled back before flashing forward, striking one more time. Now, he did not aim at the left arm but instead at the crippled right one!
Arasbus’ eyes narrowed as he saw that sword attack, but he could not move the club in time, and a deep laceration appeared beneath the armpit of his right arm. A flash of pain appeared on the demon’s face as he saw the wound.
The demon’s right arm could not move, so there was no point in attacking it more, but Arasbus could see that the goal of that sword slash was not to cripple his right arm anymore but instead to produce severe bleeding, which it did.
"Hahaha, scheming bastard!" Arasbus burst into laughter as he realized that all of Vlad’s attacks had been aiming at points of his body where a high blood flow was needed. His vitality was so immense that he had not noticed it before, but he was already getting lightheaded.
Even if he were an Abyssal, a Champion demon with an immensely powerful constitution, if he lost too much of his blood, he would pass out, and by that point, it would be easy for the enemy to kill him. This essentially became a battle with a timer for the demon, but that only made his fighting spirit burst with more and more power.
Vlad was happy to see the profuse bleeding emerging from the Abyssal’s right arm, but he was shocked to see the demon smile. Before he could understand what was happening through Arasbus’ mind, the demon lunged forward and unleashed an even stronger and faster barrage of strikes.
Such wild attacking speed made the demon’s bleeding even worse, but it also pushed Vlad to the breaking point as he could not move fast enough to dodge all those attacks.
That barrage pushed Vlad to a death point in less than five minutes. He had just stepped to the side to dodge the spiked club, but then the weapon turned sharply to the left.
The downward strike was a feint!
Demons might not be the wisest, but when it comes to battle skills and instincts, they are second to none!
’Dammit!’ Vlad cursed in his mind as he saw the massive spiked club coming his way. His only path forward was to redirect as much of his Force into his arms and sword, using the weapon as a shield.
A thunderous blast echoed as the spiked club clashed with the sword, sending Vlad flying away. The force of the strike hurled him through the air for ten meters before he could regain control over his body.
Vlad felt his arms tremble due to the strike, and there was blood in his mouth due to the internal damage. He then turned to the sword that was bent in the middle by the strike, and cold sweat ran down his back as he imagined what would have happened if he had taken that blow head-on.
However, the young man was not the only one wounded, as Arasbus’s face was pale. That last barrage severely weakened his condition by exaggerating his bleeding, yet the demon only smiled as flames burst through his wounds!