Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 140 - 139: The 10th Demon | Kiriza [3]

The demon leaped back with Ibyu pulsing so hard in the his grasp. He gazed at it with twisted excitement. Meanwhile, Seiya was struck frozen, nervous that the demon might crush Ibyu there and then.

As the demon's hand close in around Ibyu, Seiya, as fast as he could, called out to Ibyu using the previous demon, Denga's ability. Before the demon could comprehend what was going on, Ibyu flew out of his grasp, shooting straight at Seiya at an intense speed.

The demon's eyes widened at this, shocked by the ability Seiya had used.

Not waiting for Ibyu to reach him, Seiya materialized multiple thick, woven layers of woven rattan, structuring them into a ball that enclosed Ibyu within it mid-air before flinging it afar.

The demon remained still in place, eyes wide as he watched Seiya. "I may be mistaken, but was that not two of my kindred's abilities you just used?" He asked, gaze fixed intently on Seiya.

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Still on his knees, Seiya's chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, soft pants escaping him. A gaping wound marred his torso, blood trailing down to pool upon the ground.

The toll of the previous battles had started to weigh on his body, his eyes had been strained beyond mere say that he couldn't even make out the shadows he had been seeing—just complete darkness.

Because his eyes had been the ones to register abilities used against him, and because they weren't in any favourable condition, it took a lot to register and use the abilities already registered. The eyes that were slowly healing themselves had now worsened, gathering blood inside it.

In his current state, Seiya could no longer see or attempt to register any more abilities used against him—neither could he command back his staff. He was on the loosing end of the battle.

The cold wind howled through Seiya's gaping wound, whistling through with a sharp sting that chided his bones.

"I'll take your silence as a yes," the demon's steady voice pierced the stillness of the night. "So, do you wield an ability that allows you to copy the powers of others? Or perhaps one that steals them entirely, leaving its victims stripped of their strength?" His posture remained relaxed, exuding an unsettling calm.

Seiya merely focused on breathing and calming his head, offering no response to the demon's query.

"Do you somehow now possess my ability as well?" The demon pressed on. He raised a foot to step forward but before that foot could meet the ground, Seiya moved in a blur of motion, appearing instantly before him—a destructive punch drawn tight in place.

The demon reflexively leaned back, eyes widening in brief shock before a small smile played on his lips. His eyes shone with admiration as Seiya's punch cut through the air, coming for him.

"You really lack patience," he remarked, and in a blur of motion faster than that of Seiya's, the demon drove up a hammering blow into Seiya's outstretched arm that was coming with the blow, ramming his elbow from below. The impact knocked Seiya's elbow upward, twisting it and dislocating his arm.

Not giving Seiya any moment of respite, the demon instantly drew up another punch brimming with explosive power. He drove it forward with intensity, aiming for the gaping wound on Seiya's chest. But Seiya countered with more speed, knocking aside the blow with the back of his arm before driving an equal or more explosive power-filled punch into the demon's neck from the side.

The impact erupted the demon's flesh and bones, bursting a hole in his neck and almost severing his head. The demon's head remained attached only by the thin string of muscles that held it in place, causing it to dangle loosely to one side—blood dripping down his body and pattering to the ground.

"Such power packed punch," the demon commented from his mouth that dangled oddly with his full head.

Seiya prepared to drive another powerful punch into the demon's chest, aiming to shatter his hearts. But in an instant, the demon's half-severed head snapped back into place, mending itself in the blink of an eye. It was a regeneration faster than that of any demon Seiya had encountered up to that point.

The demon caught Seiya's incoming punch in an iron grip, the sheer force behind it sending a ripple of wind that stirred his white hair that was now stained with blood.

He countered swiftly, driving his fist forward while keeping Seiya firmly in his grasp. With one arm broken and the other seized, Seiya had no means to block. Instead, he leapt backward, creating distance between himself and the demon.

Maintaining his balance, Seiya swiftly kicked his leg upward with tremendous force, meeting the demon's outstretched arm mid-swing. The brutal impact snapped the demon's arm upward, the sheer force severing it from the demon's shoulder. The detached arm flew through the air, flinging droplets of blood about. A steady stream poured from the demon's stump, pooling darkly on the ground below.

The demon's eyes were struck wide with yet another shock, astonished at Seiya's persistent counter. "Just what is your body made of? Iron?"

From the demon's stump, fibers, muscles, and bones regenerated in a swift, seamless motion, flesh weaving over them as a new hand took form.

Before the hand could grow to its full length, Seiya wasted no second in twisting his own hand that had been seized by the demon, twisting the demon's hand along with it.

The motion caused the demon's grip to loosen, and Seiya immediately yanked back his arm, and prepared to leap back, in hopes to lengthen the distance, to keep himself briefly away from harm. But the demon was unrelenting.

He snapped forward his hand that had loosened from Seiya, seizing Seiya tightly by the throat. Seiya shot forward his available hand to counter but the demon's other hand had regenerated completely, intercepting and trapping Seiya's hand in a firm grip before twisting it, and dislocating his bones.

The demon yanked Seiya downward by the neck, forcing his feet firmly into the ground, then stomped on them with crushing force, pinning him in place. Their bodies pressed so close it felt as though they might merge.

Already towering over Seiya, the demon loomed even larger as he stood atop Seiya's feet. He curved down, his hair cascading over Seiya, hiding him in shadow as his wide eyes bored into him, his grip still tight around Seiya's neck as he forced Seiya's face upward to meet his gaze.

Leaning in so close that their faces were mere inches apart, the demon's breath brushed against Seiya's face with each exhale.

"I cannot afford to let you leave here alive," he murmured, his voice cold and steady. "Not when you possess two things I desire."