What Blackblade’s master was doing was very obvious to Simon and to the powerhouses that were watching his battle.

’His master infused his demonic energy into the sword beforehand, and now he’s using that demonic energy to control the sword.’

’But this is against the rules of the academy. The academy does not allow outside interferences in Life and Death battles.’

’Would those powerhouses watch and allow him to blatantly break the rules?’

Simon’s expression was completely calm as he stared at the Sovereign ranked sword that was pointed at him.

The aura the Sovereign ranked sword was radiating was incomparably more powerful than what it was radiating in the hands of Blackblade.

Despite the fact that the current Sovereign ranked sword could kill him with ease, he calmly shifted his gaze and looked at Blackblade’s master.

Through Hollow Sky Eyes, he could see the master almost like he was standing before him.

He could see the chilling killing intent in the eyes of the master, and Simon calmly tilted his head slightly, his eyes flickering with amusement.

The Sovereign ranked sword trembled, reflecting the anger of the master, and it was about to take Simon’s head, but it suddenly stopped.

Simon narrowed his eyes when he saw Blackblade’s master look in a particular direction, and his gaze changed to one of frustration and even more anger.

He was about to look in the direction Blackblade’s master looked at, but he perceived a change in Blackblade’s aura and the sword, and his head snapped at Blackblade.

To his surprise, he saw that the sword was now in Blackblade’s hand, and the stored demonic energy of his master was being channeled into his body.

The aim of the master was to heal Blackblade’s body and for Blackblade to have enough energy to fight.

Simon amusedly raised a brow when he saw this.

’Instead of killing me directly, he wants to use his precious disciple so that he won’t be breaking the rules?’

’Not bad I guess.’

If Simon could scoff, he would because the main problem with Blackblade was not his physical injuries or lack of demonic energy.

It was his mind.

And the master did not plan for his disciple suffering severe mental injuries.

Although Simon knew that what Blackblade’s master was doing was not solving the root of the problem, he was not just going to stand there.

He coughed out a mouthful of blood as he forcefully channeled his demonic energy through his body.

A second later, his body blurred, and he instantly appeared in front of Blackblade.

Unsurprisingly to Simon, Blackblade swung the blade at him, intending on cutting him in two.

However, it was an extremely pathetic sword swing, and Simon calmly took a step to the side, dodging it.

One just had to look at Blackblade’s eyes to know why the sword swing was so pathetic.

’Controlling your disciple through your demonic energy and the sword would make your attacks to look pathetic, old man.’

Simon’s eyes flashed with a cold light, then he swung his claws at Blackblade’s sword holding arm.

A second later...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Blackblade’s scream tore through the air and through the noise of the Death Arena as his arm was sliced off by Simon.

The brows of many demons rose when they saw this, and a furious roar from Blackblade’s master tore through the arena.

"BASTARD!!!!!!"

However Simon could not hear it at all, though, he could feel the killing intent coming from Blackblade’s master.

He completely ignored the killing intent of the Supreme Greater Demon, and his gaze was on the arm he was holding.

In his right hand was Blackblade’s hand, and in Blackblade’s hand was the Sovereign ranked sword.

And in Simon’s eyes was the symbol of money.

’If I sell the sword, I’ll make a shit ton of money.’

This was one of Simon’s goal from the moment he realized that the sword was a Sovereign ranked sword.

After what the factions put him through in this battle, he would definitely take a chunk from them.

’Fortunately for me, the Chaos Wraps does not regard an arm as a weapon or I would have been seriously pissed off.’

’... Or maybe it’s because I’m not using it as a weapon?’

Simon shook his head and decided not to think about it for now.

He sent the arm and the sword into his spatial ring, and if not for the barrier around the arena, he would have heard the collective gasps of realization from many demons.

They finally understood why Simon severed Blackblade’s arm.

Simon finally shifted his attention back to Blackblade who was now a sorry figure.

He was on his knees, holding his severed arm, bleeding, and screaming in pain.

Simon took a step closer to him, then he bent to pick him up.

However, he coughed out a mouthful of blood the moment he bent down.

For the first time since he entered the eye of the flaming tornado, he looked at his naked body.

He finally saw the state of his body and the several bleeding holes in his body.

If he was not a demon, and if he had not used a high concentration of his demonic energy to protect his vitals, he would be dead.

’But I’m still dying.’

Cough

He coughed out another mouthful of blood as he began to feel dizzy.

He wanted to stand, but the adrenaline he had been using was dying out, and even his demonic energy was running out.

He fell on his knees, blood dripping on the floor, then he inhaled and exhaled deeply before the claws of his right hand extended and became coated with demonic energy.

"DON’T YOU DARE!!!!!"

Blackblade’s master roared in anger, but Simon could not hear him, and even if he could, he would not stop.

He held Blackblade’s shoulder, raised him up, then...

Puchi!

His claws pierced the heart of the kneeling Blackblade, and the light in his eyes slowly vanished.

Simon removed his claws a few seconds later, and Blackblade fell to the ground with a thud.

Everybody watched as Blackblade breathed his last.