Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 115 114: The Second Demon [2]

Another chorus of gasps erupted from the villagers, some running their hands up their mouths to muffle the shocked noises while they stared with trembling eyes.

The elderly man's aged legs wobbled, giving out and landing him on his butt. His eyes were trembling wide, breaths coming out huffed as raw fear tightened around him from the situation and having a demon blood sprayed on him.

The demon on the other hand, his eyes spread wide in shock, staring at Seiya, unblinking. For that brief moment, the speed and strength Seiya had used completely eluded him.

The blood that dropped steadily from the demon's stump, landing repeatedly near the elderly man who was struck numb and unable to move, ceased. Then slowly, the stump began to pulse as if boiling with life, and slowly, new bones, muscles, and veins formed, regenerating a fresh arm before their eyes.

Seiya's brow knitted slightly at this, studying the demon.

Sensing the change in the air around Seiya, a mocking grin spread across the demon's lips. "Don't tell me," he said with a wide, taunting smile. "You've never seen a demon regenerate?" he asked, tone laced with amusement.

The demon's question struck a nail on the head because Seiya had indeed never seen a foe regenerate. How could he? He had always wiped out his foes completely without giving them a chance to do or show anything—even when he eliminated high ranking monsters.

"Well, guess what?" The demon continued, his wide grin never wavering. "I can regenerate any part of my body," he cackled mockingly. "Do you think it's unfair?"

"Not really," Seiya replied calmly. "…because I don't care," Seiya said and instantly, he closed the distance, sword poised to strike down at the demon.

But mere inches away for the blade to connect with the demon's neck, the demon swiftly dipped, leaning backward out of reach. However, Seiya didn't let him escape.

Landing one hand on the demon's shoulder, Seiya firmly pressed him down, pinning him in place. With the other hand, he tossed the sword into the air, adjusting his grip mid-motion as it landed back in his grasp.

Seiya swung the blade across his body, ready to strike and decapitate the demon he held in place. As he swung the blade fiercely toward the demon's neck, the demon's eyes widened in sheer terror, thrusting his hands forward in a desperate attempt to stop the strike. But the sword cut mercilessly through his hands, continuing its deadly motion.

However, instead of striking the demon's neck, the blade instead met the demon's fang, which had dipped just in time to halt it—trapping it between his teeth with desperate determination.

The impact sent a shockwave through his mouth, slicing through both sides and tearing across his jaws.

The demon instantly rose on his feet, leaping backward out of harm's way with speed as swift as the wind itself.

He huffed, mouth agape and facing the ground as blood poured from his torn mouth, pooling onto the ground beneath him. The tear stretched wide to the corners of his lips, almost nearing the end and leaving a long, narrow, gaping wound.

"You," the demon began with a blood dripping mouth. "…are dangerous," he admitted.

The demon's hand hovered shakily over his mouth, expecting the blood to stop any moment and his wound to regenerate. However, the blood didn't stop, instead, it only slowed down—not regenerating either.

"What's happening?" He huffed, eyes slowly widening in confusion. "Why can't I heal?"

Hearing him, Seiya slightly raised his sword, casting his gaze down at it for a while, as if coming to terms with things in his head.

After a while of his gaze lingering on the sword, he lifted his gaze to the demon. "This is a sword of severance," he revealed. "Anything it severs cannot be restored."

At this, the demon's eyes flared with rage as he lifted his gaze up at Seiya, brows drawn tight together with twisted features.

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"You, are you kidding right now?!" He sneered, eyes wide open with searing rage as he glared at Seiya. "Well, not that it matters," he said, his contorted features loosening. "…because you'll be dead before that sword could touch me again," he declared confidently, his lower face messy and dripping with blood.

The demon further leaped backward, stretching the distance between him and Seiya. And every time he moved, a gust of wind always followed, making his movements appear swift like the wind's itself.

"Rise, and fend of he that threatens my peace," the demon commanded. Instantly, the elderly man, still seated on the floor from the overwhelming shock, sprang to his feet, his eyes burning red, as if steeped in blood.

Then, as if guided by an unseen force, he lunged toward Seiya. His arms swelled with thick veins, muscles building, fingers stiffened into claws, as he advanced with a terrifying determination to tear Seiya apart.

Unlike before when he appeared frail and shaky from old age, unable to even support his weight to stand upright, he now exuded strength, vibrant and full of unnatural energy, as if something far beyond blood surged through his veins.

Seiya dodged, taking retreating leaps as the old man advanced. He would've liked to strike down the old man without hesitation but the real reason and goal that had brought him here hadn't been forgotten—he was solely here for the demons.

And even though this turn of events proved to be getting in his way, Seiya decided to exercise patience.

"What now? Can't fight anymore?" The demon cackled, moving swiftly like breeze through the other villagers. As soon as he did and retreated, the others, just like the old man, lunged toward Seiya—their eyes the same as the old man's, body bulging with thick veins and muscles.

They grouped on Seiya, aiming to pounce on him but Seiya kept leaping out of their reach, studying them—aware that something the demon did was at play.

Could it be the blood? Seiya observed closely, contemplating whether it was the demon's blood that he was using to control the villagers. After all, the demon had moved through them like a gust of wind, and now they all seemed stained, some more, some less, with traces of his blood.

Noticing Seiya only retreating without fighting back at all, the demon erupted in laughter. "Are you trying to figure out my ability?" he asked, his cackle loud and rough.

Seiya, unbothered by the taunt, swiftly advanced, cutting through the villagers with fluid speed. He struck them down with calculated precision, using either a single blow or the handle of his sword—just enough to render them unconscious.

Seiya retreated, thinking he had managed to deal with the villagers. However, in just the blink of an eye, the villagers started rising to their feet yet again, still pumped and ready to fight.

The demon laughed out loud at this, mocking Seiya's efforts.

"You don't understand a thing, bahaha," he laughed, the sound harsh and grating. "They won't go down without accomplishing their mission—even if you strike them dead," the demon informed.

"So, do you think you can crack my ability?" He asked with an air of pride around him.

Without waiting for a response, he continued. "Well, what have you found?" He asked, moving swiftly around Seiya like the breeze itself. "Have you managed to come to a conclusion of what my ability might be?" He grinned, stopping just before Seiya where he had stood, away from the villagers—unmindful of his open wound.

The demon closed in on Seiya, leaning forward and looming over him but face-to-face with Seiya. "There's no way yo—"

Before another word could escape the demon, Seiya's hand shot forward, wrapping around his mouth and silencing him with a firm, suffocating grip.

Seiya leaned a bit closer, nearing the demon's face as he spoke. "It's your breath, isn't it?"