SSS-Ranked Demon Hunter: The Prodigy-Chapter 111: The Supremacy Arc, Part 14

Both spears tore through the air.

Seojun barely managed to deflect one; the second struck his side with a violent thud. He cried out, not in pain, but in fury.

Slamming his clawed hand into the ground, he triggered a shockwave of force. The floor cracked beneath them, and both figures dropped, crashing down another level.

With each descent into the spiral prison’s depths, their battle grew fiercer. Now, in the very heart of the spiral, the walls were metallic, and the cells sealed with layers of bulletproof glass.

Seojun unleashed everything. His body bulked up, becoming wider, denser. His skin grew darker, rougher, almost like stone. His eyes burned white—irises vanished, swallowed by pure rage.

He lunged forward, striking relentlessly. Claws slashed, breath growled, body twisted in a dance of desperation and rage.

But then, something shifted. An alien surge rushed through him. Something new.

Was it the will to survive? Or a soul refusing to lose family again?

He couldn’t say. But he knew something inside him was changing.

From beneath his shoulders, the flesh writhed and split.

Two new arms erupted—muscular and clawed, as deadly as his original pair. It was no ordinary transformation.

This was mutation born of despair. Or perhaps hope. Maybe both.

With four arms, he became a whirlwind. Blow after blow, he hurled Jisun upward, never giving him a chance to land. Each strike sliced the air with force that cracked the walls around them.

But Jisun was impenetrable. His spears weren’t weapons—they were an extension of his will. He flowed between Seojun’s strikes, a deadly rhythm in motion. Every dodge was calculated. Every counterattack landed with surgical precision.

Seojun, panting, wiped blood from his chin.

"Tell me," he growled, "what is it you’re after?"

"Justice," Jisun replied without hesitation. "The kind you never had."

And with that, he flung both spears forward. They impaled Seojun’s chest with a sickening crunch. The demon was sent flying, crashing into the steel wall behind him. His vision cracked like glass.

But he didn’t fall.

Death Icon rose, breath labored, his thoughts a storm of agony. He tore the spears from his body, letting them clang against the metal floor.

His wings — ragged bone twisted into something divine — unfurled in the gloom, casting eerie shadows across the cell blocks.

Then, with a guttural roar, he launched himself forward. The impact was immediate. His fist met Jisun’s jaw with such force that the hunter flew backward, skidding across the ground. For the first time in their battle, Jisun lost his balance.

Seojun didn’t hesitate. He climbed to the upper level, where his brother’s cell awaited. His claws sliced through the iron bars, snapping the lock like paper.

"Seojun!" Haebin cried out, rushing into his arms.

Seojun held him tight, lifting him effortlessly.

"No time for tears, Haebin. Hold on tight."

Footsteps echoed behind them. Jisun was already back. Blood dripped from his lips, but his eyes were just as cold, just as deadly.

Seojun surged forward. With a roar, he shattered the nearest wall and bolted through the emergency tunnel, holding Haebin close to his chest.

The chase was on.

Jisun sprinted alongside, separated by concrete, his spears punching through wall after wall. Some passed just inches from Seojun’s body, shattering pipes and rebar.

Seojun gritted his teeth, roaring with effort. His veins bulged. Muscles screamed. His body was reaching its limit—but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

Finally, they reached the emergency shaft—the one Jisun had destroyed earlier.

Seojun didn’t slow down.

With a snarl, he grabbed hold of the air itself, ripping through space as though it were fabric, and launched upward.

Through concrete. Through steel.

Upward. Always upward.

A beast protecting his blood.

At the final stretch, he rammed into the ceiling. Steel beams and rebar snapped apart. They burst into the lower hallways of the Association’s headquarters.

Behind them, Jisun stopped at the bottom of the spiral. He stared upward, chest heaving. His spears, cracked and bloodied, dissolved into mist in his hands.

"No... don’t go... Where are you going?" he whispered. "I was supposed to bring justice..."

But he didn’t follow.

He stood there, wide-eyed.

Silence returned to the prison.

Only the sound of ruin—and fading footsteps—reminded the world that the monster had escaped once again.

But this time, he carried his little brother in his arms.

Haebin was alive.

And for him, Seojun was willing to die a hundred times over.

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A wide street, abandoned and buried in ruin. Not a single car. Not a soul. Just the gray sky above, dusted with the first falling snow, and a blinking yellow light at a silent intersection.

There, in the dead center—they stood.

Two silhouettes. Facing each other like statues before the storm.

Aruya, hands in the bomber’s pockets, gaze narrow, her posture relaxed to the point of arrogance. She looked less like a killer, more like someone waiting for a cigarette break.

Altair, rigid and controlled, expression unreadable. But in his eyes—anxiety. Not because of the girl. But because of the thing next to her.

A five-meter white tiger. It breathed heavily, and with every breath, the asphalt beneath it trembled.

"So it’s you," Altair finally spoke. "The vengeance chasing Dmitriy Volkov’s head. Still can’t catch him?"

Aruya smirked, her stare cutting like a blade.

"Don’t judge others when you wear a muzzle yourself," she said lazily. "That mask? You look like a mutt. Then again, I never expected more from a demon."

Altair sniffed, slowly narrowing his eyes.

"You’re a demon too. You summoned a beast from thought—impressive. But I’m guessing your defense is trash."

"I don’t need any defense, mate."

She raised her hands.

From her palms spilled streams of blood. They twisted, whirled, and solidified into two crimson katanas. The blades hummed as if singing with anticipation.

"So go ahead and die for me."

A gust of wind rustled their hair.

The sky overhead turned to lead.

Snow began to fall, slow and early. The first snow. The last tears of autumn.

A single flake drifted down and landed on Altair’s blade. He didn’t move, but for just a heartbeat, he seemed to remember something. Something warm. From long ago.

Katana vs katana. Who would survive this battle?!

Suddenly, high above, a figure appeared—glowing green atop a rooftop.

Mujin.

His eyes, green and glowing, flickered with urgency. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"Altair!" he shouted. "I need to keep moving!"

"I know!" Altair replied, not looking away from Aruya. "Go after Kihyun. I’ve got my own problems here."

Mujin glanced at the girl. She didn’t even blink.

"Got it," he nodded and disappeared into the rooftops. "I’m counting on you, Altair!"

"I believe in you too, Mujin," Altair muttered. "Finish what we started."

From the shadows and rooftops, more demons dropped down—cloaked, silent, taking position beside Altair.

Aruya grinned.

In her mind, a thought whispered:

"One bite from Yuma can devour 33% of a demon’s life. Three is enough to kill. But what if..."

She raised her fingers to her eyes.

"...I start with the strongest strike?"

CLICK.

Yuma vanished.

In that same instant—the ground beneath Altair trembled.

He didn’t have time to look down.

Right below him—an enormous maw.

The white tiger’s jaws stretched wide—an abyss ready to devour him whole.

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