Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 120 119: The Third Demon [3]

Both demons, Keika and Teisou stared at Seiya with eyes widened in shock—body frozen and locked in place.

"Kei," The male demon, Teisou, breathed out, still in shock. "Did this brat just shatter my full body statue that weigh tons with his bare hands?" He asked, eyes filled with disbelief.

Keika's lips slowly stretched into a wide exciting grin, goosebumps pricking her skin as she remained staring at Seiya. "Well, he's definitely strong, that's for sure," she remarked thoughtfully in a musing tone.

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Standing before Seiya again after regaining her head, she couldn't help the nervous thrill that coursed through her—standing in the presence of a worthy opponent.

Teisou got into a fighting stance, hands clasped together to weave his technique—ready for a fight. Turning to him, Keika exhaled a hot breath, "You don't have to fight, Tei. I know you already expended a lot of energy molding a head for me—and we both know you'd rather sit back to watch a fight than join in," she said.

"Further more, I'd have you rest now so you're able to mold me the parts I'm unable to regenerate when needed," she added.

"And as it appears," she continued. "He's not someone to hold back on," she added, teeth gritting. Her posture hunched slightly forward, veins bulging steadily as the short horns on the backs of her wrists extended to their full length, while her nails stretched into long, talon-like claws.

"So just sit back, I'll make it an interesting watch," she remarked boldly.

Without a word or any protest, Teisou leaped back, landing atop a tiled roof and sitting comfortably to watch the fight unfold.

Turning her attention back to Seiya, an exciting grin returned to her face. "You smell nothing but trouble," she mused softly. "But I like trouble," she stated before lunging forward at an impeccable speed, different and faster than her previous.

She appeared before Seiya in an instant, and without a moment wasted, her palm shot toward the side of Seiya's face, strings of sticky blood flowing from her fingers, aiming to wrap his face.

Seiya's hand snapped up quickly in defense, grabbing her wrist—fingers splayed over the tiny spacings of her horns to halt her. But even with her hand seized, the strings of sticky blood stretched thin and long, wrapping Seiya's face and neck, including the hand seizing her wrist, in a tight, constricting, double coil.

Before Seiya could react or counter with his free hand, the demon fiercely yanked her seized arm that was now bonded with Seiya's hand, backward, wrenching Seiya's head back.

Within the same instance, with her other hand, she clawed down on Seiya's exposed abdomen—shredding his cloth and tearing the flesh from his chest down to his belly.

Seiya dipped himself lower, backward and leaning close to the ground. Lifting a foot, he aimed to land a thrust down kick on the demon's shoulder from behind. However, before the kick could land, thick slimy blood spiraled from the ground like vines, coiling around Seiya's legs and bringing it back down before the vines of blood slithered all over him, binding his entire body.

The vines of blood wrapped around Seiya's body, keeping him propped up with only his legs and one hand touching the ground—like in a full wheel pose.

Seeing as he was bound with no means of wrenching free no matter how much he struggled—the demon poised and ready to land another brutal blow on him, Seiya commanded in a whisper, "come."

From where his sword had landed when it was slapped from his grip, it immediately spinned, shooting through the air with blistering speed. Seeing the incoming sword, the demon immediately leapt backward, putting a fair distance between her and Seiya.

She pulled along her thick slimy blood, unraveling them from Seiya and moving them along the ground toward her in a rapid motion.

Loose free, Seiya carried himself to his feet, pulling out his sword that had dug itself into the ground beside him. Blood dripped from his body, his shirt torn, face and neck a battered mess from the severe constriction.

"Not that sword of yours again," the demon sighed from afar, her tone dripping with edge.

Seiya merely gazed at her in silence, clueless how to respond.

"You must be very weak without your sword that you can't do without it," she taunted, her grin wide.

"…."

"Look the mess I turned you into in the few minutes you weren't with your sword, pathetic, I'd say," she continued. "We both know you wouldn't stand a chance if you keep aside your sword and decide to fight without it, ahaha," a piercing laugh echoed from her.

"Not that I'm saying I can't end you with your sword present, it's just annoying being unable to regenerate after being cut with that sword. Though I can have Teisou mold me the parts I lose but still….I'm just saying you're hopeless without the sword," she remarked mockingly.

Paying her no mind, Seiya swung his sword aside with a sharp swooshing sound, telling her he was ready.

"…." The demon gazed at Seiya with eyes of disbelief, a bit stunned that her taunt had no effect on him—that he was still shamelessly relying on the sword despite the jeering remarks she threw at him.

Noting her expression, Seiya spoke calmly. "I told you, didn't I?" He began. "That I alone decide what happens in my presence—so your pointless little taunts have no use," he declared with quiet authority.

"However," he continued, prompting the demon to listen intently. "If you beg me not to use it, I won't."

"Ok, please."

"…."

"…."

Seiya gazed at her in silence, exasperated and thrown off by her quick response while in return, she gazed back with eyes waiting for an answer—appearing as if they were in a staring contest.

"…."

"…."

"Okay." Seiya replied after several moments of heavy silence, turning.

He lifted his sword to shoulder height, holding it horizontally. With precise speed, he hurled it toward the wall, where it buried itself in the surface, sticking firmly in place.

Before Seiya could even turn, the demon was already at his back.

"Why the impatience?" Seiya asked as he tilted his head to glance back at her over his shoulder.

"These eyes of yours," she breathed, multiple rings of thick blood—like mini vortexes—floating around her. "They need to go," she declared, launching two blood arrows, sharpened like darts, straight toward his eyes.

"And I knew you would come for my ey—" Before Seiya could finish his words, the blood arrows stabbed into his eyes, cutting off his sentence and silencing him with shock.