Devil Slave (Satan system)



Their bodies had only kissed once. 

It was a swift and highly precise hit and then they switched positions. 

Unlike the previous times they attacked each other, they were no waves on either side. 

There were also no aggressive blasts of the such.

To the untrained eyes, one could assume that they only walked past each other like pedestrians on the sidewalk. 

However, in that moment they passed each other, a lot of things that determined life and death happened. 

Such was their speed and their dedication to their craft.

Slowly, manta turned about and looked at Razor, "Not bad! you did well."

She suddenly fell to her knees.

However, she fell no more than that. 

Razor also turned his head to her, "Hehehe!" he chuckled his usual eerie laugh, "I should be the one saying that. After all, you won!"

*Slash!*

A sharp outline of blood suddenly traced across his neck. It was only a very thin line, but from the moment it appeared, it was apparent who it was that won the fight.

"I get it now! I was wrong about you," Razor added, "Your hammer was never your only weapon. In fact, now that I think about it, it must be your entire body."

As he talked, a few other very straight bloody lines appeared all over his body. 

The lines long and thin appeared vertically all over his body. It was like a thin red thread had been used to trace along his height.

"You are not wrong!" Manta added. "From the very beginning, my entire body has always been my weapon. Like I told you, My Master always kept me a secret. It is the same reason she never gave me a True name. Do you know why?"

"Hehehe!!! I am already done. I doubt the reason could be of any use to me in HELL!"

Those were his last words as he fell to the ground in slices.

It was as if a giant invisible knife had diced him vertically, each part of his body fell like domino tiles. 

Each side fell before the other, revealing his cleanly Vertically cut insides. 

The Organs, flesh and bones had all been cut so symmetrically that it could have only been done by the hand of a very skilled butcher, one that was one with the blade. 

In this case, that statement went much more literally. 

Because at the moment, it was not a hammer in Manta's hand. Instead, it was a thick well sharpened bony blade. 

The Arm that was the hammer was somewhere on the ground. Manta had dropped it sometime when she was about to attack. 

In her hand right now, was her left Leg. 

Manta looked at the incredible work she had done on her Reptoid opponent. Slowly, his blood Pooled under his Corpse. 

"I was not given a True name because I don't need one!" she muttered lowly as if whispering to the ghost of the dead Razor the reason for her confidence and his untimely death.

Coco watched what had transpired so far and nodded his head.

The truth was that Manta only used her Hammer to Pull Razor's attention to it.

It was not only her arm that was a weapon. She only used the hammer to throw Razor's senses off.

With this, she had won the fight and was the last person standing. 

She turned to Devil Boss. Pointing at him with the Leg-Blade in her hand, she shopped towards him on one leg. 

However, she had only hopped twice before she coughed up a mouth full of blood. 

It was only now she realized that something was wrong. 

Behind her, a diced tail had its pointed end in her back. 

It would seem that Razor managed to make one final hit before he passed away.

This was effort that was worthy. However, he still died under her blade. 

She wiped the blood off her mouth with a hand as she hopped forward towards the Boss Devil. 

"The Feathers of the Fallen!" She muttered each word with difficulty. However, her eyes showed her fierce determination. 

She had gone through the first and second levels, hurrying as best as she could to this place. All to get the feathers of the fallen.

Her Arena master had made sure she was in a tournament below her class for this exact reason. 

However, when she arrived here, the persuasive skills of the Devil Boss had ensured that she sat and drank wine for a couple of hours waiting.

Now, she was done waiting. She was done holding back. 

Even at the moment, she could feel Razor's poison coursing through her veins. 

Snaking about her body like a Slither of snakes enjoying the passages of her veins like it was their hole in the ground. 

There was also the gaping injury that was at her side. 

Razor had consumed her meat like it was his lunch. The last lunch he ate before he died. 

She had forced the Muscles and Organs around that Region to tighten so as to not lose any more blood, but the effects of Demon Poison from a Half-born with a true name was not to be underestimated.

In her mind, she made a rough estimate of how much time she had. 

If she made it back to the Arena in time, without a doubt, her master would ensure a swift antidote.

She had won. All she had to do was persevere until that time. 

She could not relax for even a moment until she had done what needed to be done. 

The willpower she had trained for the longest time in her life was now to play its part. 

However, she was adamant. Nothing was going to hold her back now. Or so she thought.

"GIVE...ME...THE...FEATHERS!!!" Every word had come out through gritted teeth.

Coco the Boss Devil chuckled lightly. He waved his hand and the Box came to him. 

Then he presented it to her.

However, just When she reached for it, he pulled it back.

This made her frown, however, he continued as if he could not see her reaction. "Forgive me Please, but I have a question. Have you heard of this saying: A mantis Stalks a Cicada unaware of the Oriole behind!"

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