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-unknown Territory, Beast Realm-
"who the hell are you?!"
A man stepped back, holding a sword in one hand as he stared at the scene in front of him. Over a dozen of his companions were strewn across the ground, with various injuries. Some were unconscious, some dead.
The boy who had done all this stood in the middle of the courtyard, barehanded as he coldly looked around, not even a flicker of expression on his face as he stared at everyone around him.
"Me? You're not qualified to hear my name." he sneered.
"How dare you! Men! Attack him! Don't hold anything back!" The man raised his sword and pointed it towards the boy. At his shout, the gates behind him swung open and a swarm of people rushed. They were all dressed in the attire of monks, each of them carrying carved wooden staffs in their hands as they rushed towards the boy.
A glow emitted from their staffs, rushing towards the boy and engulfing him. "Seal!"
Percy smirked, and ran forward, rushing towards the crowd by himself. His eyes shifted, glancing in succession at all the people around him. And in that single glance, he finished seeing through everything, from their weapons to their position and speed of movement. In an instant, his eyes flashed and his killing intent exploded.
His fist swung upwards, catching the nearest monk under his chin and sending him flipping into the air. He pivoted n his heel, smashing the next monk in the face with his foot. He smirked and grabbed towards the right, just as the monk there tried lunging at him. Grabbing his collar, he spun the man around and threw him into the nearest monk, sending the two of them flying. Then both his arms flashed towards his sides, fists smashing right into the faces of two monks who were trying to pincer him.
"W-what?" the man with the sword was stupefied. He had already seen this happening once before. It was almost as if… As if the boy knew what they were going to do, even before they themselves could guess!
And without a doubt, the result was the same as the last battle, with the entire group of warriors being knocked unconscious or killed.
Clap… clap…
Claps sounded out and one old monk waked out of the building, his eyes expressionless as he smiled at Percy.
"Impressive… very impressive. This old man has been impressed… Successor of the Sword Master"
Percy tilted his head and stared at the old monk. "So, you finally show yourself. Aren't you going to run away if you know who I am?"
The old man smiled and raised both arms as he mimicked Percy's stance. "Oh no… this old man ad always wanted to experience this sword technique. Why would I run away now?"
Percy shifted and blurred, suddenly arriving before the old monk as he punched out. The old monk ducked, easily dodging Percy's fist before swivelling to the right, dodging the follow up as well. He lifted on hand, blocking Percy's kick and pushing Percy away, twisting through the air as he continued to dodge and bock Percy's attacks with a smile. "So, this is the technique of the fames Sword Master? Pathetic. I expected much better. If this was all, I could have defeated that useless mike myse- Guaaahhh!"
Percy's eyes were cold as ever, and his face was expressionless as his fist penetrated through the old monk's chest. "You aren't worthy of taking his name with that filthy tongue" he whispered, and the old monk's eyes widened as a ferocious killing aura rushed at him. The old man gave a sorrowful shriek and then convulsed as his body exploded in a spray of blood mist.
Percy shook his arm and then turned his eyes back towards the mansion. In that instant, all the gathered warriors kneeled as a wave of weakness swept through them. Percy gave a single demonic smile." Let your blood feed my sword today."
Screams erupted and the entire city trembled, and just like the time the first sword master had arrived here with mike all those years ago, the ground of the city was dyed with the blood of its inhabitants. And this time, there were no survivors.
Percy slowly walked out of the city, heading out, leaving nothing but a blood drenched silence behind himself. He by himself had almost exterminated the entire organisation that had once threatened Beast City. Now only remained, the one who Percy was truly searching for. Chrysaor.
-Beast City-
Michelle stood on the wall of the Beast Capital City, overlooking towards the edge of the forest that stretched out towards the distance. It had been almost a year ever since Mike had sacrificed his life to Drive away the Enhancer's as well as kill their God and leader Chrysaor. But the last words he had left behind during his death haunted them even now. With the death of mike, as well as her brother Drake, not only had she lost the people closest to her heart, the two strongest warriors of the city had also been killed by Chrysaor in a single stroke as well.
Now, she the Level Eight City Lord was the strongest warrior left to protect the city. But if what Chrysaor had said that day was true, and he truly had a way to return… then there was no one left with the strength to fend him off this time. The first time, Mike's master had managed, the second time, mike himself had sacrificed his life to succeed. However, this time, mike's disciple had disappeared, and she had no idea where he was, nor was she willing to see Mike's Disciple die to protect the city, just like his previous two seniors.
So, every morning, she walked up and came to the top of the city wall, simply standing and watching the distance as she awaited the seemingly inevitable end of her home. And this morning, the feeling of dread that had been plaguing her for all these days was growing ever stronger, seemingly reaching endless proportions. And even as she stood there, her pupils slowly grew smaller. Because, in the distance she could see a single figure slowly walking towards the city. And even from here, she could see the golden glint of sunlight off his mask. Chrysaor had arrived.
-Chrysaor POV-
Silent footsteps fell on the ground as I walked towards the accursed city that I had failed to conquer, not once but twice! But this time, I knew that I grasped victory in truth! Because, the two greatest obstacles who stood in my path, the Human Sword master whose sword techniques were enough to make even me fear, as well as his disciple, a beast kin who focused on the path of the sword. These two were people who had strength that defied the limits of logic, managing to even defeat the power of the god who had granted me his strength!
And with that assurance in mind, my foot lightly tapped the ground and I immediately launched myself into the air, soaring towards the single figure I could see above." Hahaha! City Lord, your death has come at last!"
I saw her eyes narrow and her cloak swept to the side as she drew her sword in one swift motion.
"Today, my city may die, but we will drag you to the grave with us!"
At the same time, roars erupted all around the city as a host of warriors appeared from every around the city, swords drawn and held aloft as they rushed towards me.
"HMPH! You will all die! But you aren't Worthy to exchange your measly existence with even a drop of my blood!" With a roar, I swung my fist forward, and the image of the Buddha appeared above me. A golden glow of sacred light surrounded the fifty-foot-tall figure of the buddha, and it enshrouded both the skies and the earth in an inviolable sense of strength. Immediately, the roars and shouts of the approaching beast kin were drowned out and even as I watched, they faltered. An oppressive aura that caused the very foundations of the city to tremble descended and the beast kin warriors all sank to their knees under the pressure, the strong ones vomiting blood, while the weaker ones immediately exploded under the pressure and died.
Only Michelle had the strength to remain on her feet under the attack, but even she was thoroughly immobilized, unable to move or dodge as my devastating attack descended. Her eyes were wide, filled with despair and resistance as all her strength burst out of her, not trying to escape my attack, but to strike back at my attack, trying her best to stop it with all her strength.
I smirked at her pathetic resistance and our attacks clashed, like two gigantic monsters colliding. However, her attack was imply swallowed up by mine, like a stone entering a roaring river, unable to do more than a single ripple.
Michelle's eyes filled with dread and despair.
Then my attack landed.
The city exploded, the very foundations of the entire city being flipped to the surface as the entire structure shuddered, the walls and buildings of centuries all collapsing in a mere instant.
The immeasurably powerful and ancient beast city was not able to resist even a single attack of mine. That was the power of a true divine being!
I grinned complacently and gestured with my fingers and the rubble of the city was blown apart, revealing what was hidden beneath." My, my. What a pleasant surprise you people have saved for me."
And in the crater created by my attack, Michelle kneeled, bleeding from both arms, her skin ruptured and her bones shattered. She had used all her power, and her body itself to endure my attack, all for one single reason. Behind her was a gigantic hidden maze that lay under the city. And within that maze, the entire population of beast city was hidden away.
I licked my lips, looking over all those people, numbering in millions, all kneeling and trembling in fear as they stared up at me, seeing me standing over their broken and defeated city lord. Then I slowly lowered my gaze." Hehehe. poor city lord. Were you hoping to hide them away? Hoping I would leave them alive?"
Michelle grit her teeth, then slowly lowered her head." They are all innocents. Most of them don't even have any power at all. Please… spare them." I could see her trembling. This was even more painful than my attack. It was probably the most difficult thing for her to discard her dignity and pride and beg from her worst enemy. But for the sake of her people she had no choice. Not that it mattered in any way.
"Heh. Are you perhaps hoping that I would spare these pathetic little worms because they're harmless?"
Michelle remained silent, so I continued." Haven't you ever wondered city lord, why exactly I am so hell bent on conquering this pathetic little city? Do you really think it was to gather a bunch of servants and slaves by controlling them? Do you really think I would sacrifice so many people and so much time, energy and effort for that?" Michelle's gaze flickered with confusion and I could see she was beginning to understand. "Of course not! This… this is all for simply one reason! Because today, I will absorb and refine the lives of all these beasts! I will turn them all into pure energy and use them to help me fuse with God! I will surpass even the 9th rank! I will become a true legend, a being beyond your comprehension! And I will begin... with your life!"
"YOU! YOU MONSTER!" Michelle roared with horror and rage. But she was helpless to resist, to even move as I reached out.
And suddenly, a killing intent like a thundering beast suddenly pierced down from the skies above. And the ground between me and Michelle exploded, forcing me backwards as a single figure appeared, sword drawn as it swung towards my neck.
My own sword exploded out of my scabbard and our blades clashed, and in that instant, the space between us exploded, shattering like glass.
-Normal POV-
Percy's eyes glowed red like a demon and scales extended up both his arms as he stared at Chrysaor. Then a cruel smile crossed his lips as he lifted riptide, pointing the trembling blade at his enemy. " Chrysaor! today I will take your life!"
Chrysaor smiled back and his killing intent erupted, rushing towards Percy like a tidal wave.
Their aura's collided and the world trembled again.
"Heh… you… boy. You used to tremble when you just saw me… how come you're so brave today?" Chrysaor chuckled, ridiculing Percy. But secretly he was astonished. That was because his killing intent was enough to reduce the most battle hardy warriors, even someone like drake into a trembling mess. But this child… he was able to withstand it. No matter how powerful he was, that was illogical.
Percy continued smiling. Then his killing intent roared and Chrysaor trembled with shock. In that moment he could see millions of souls screaming with agony and unwillingness around Percy." Souls of the murdered?" he asked, horrified despite himself. The only way to resist his killing intent was to develop a similar killing intent. And this young boy of around his twenties… he had a killing intent even more ferocious than him! Just how much had he killed in the past one year?
"What if I exterminated your entire species by myself? Would that make me capable of making you tremble?"
Percy spoke in a soft voice, but the implications in his words made them thunder in Chrysaor's mind.
"My race… you… you…" Chrysaor involuntarily took a step back, then smiled." You truly are a demon."
Percy smiled back, then stepped forward. His step crossed the distance between the two of them instantly and his sword flashed almost lazily, slicing towards Chrysaor's neck.
Chrysaor responded, his hand moving up before pushing away Percy's attack with a finger. "no matter how powerful you are, you are still inferior to your master."
"Heh…" Suddenly, a cold smile emerged on Percy's face that was covered with anger. Then, his eyes grew blood-red, and he shouted, "Devil God's Annihilation!"
"Buzz~~~"
"Woosh~~~"
Once Percy shouted those words, a vast crimson gaseous substance started to be emitted from Percy's body. In an instant, it sealed off this region of space. Chrysaor was sealed within it.
"Crap!" At that moment, Chrysaor's expression changed. He had already sensed that he was in fatal danger.
At that moment, his previous carefreeness, his arrogance and conceit all disappeared. The reason for that was because he felt as if he was treading on very dangerous ground. The dangerous aura that Percy was emitting caused even his breathing to become hurried.
Suddenly, Percy shouted, "Die!" Then, his Devil God's Annihilation unleashed its enormous killing intent. As if capable of toppling mountains and overturning seas, that frightening killing intent began to sweep toward Chrysaor from all directions. Percy was planning to kill Chrysaor.
It turned out that the anger Percy had revealed earlier was all merely a disguise. He had done so precisely so that Chrysaor would become careless and he could catch him off-guard.
Right at that moment, Chrysaor shouted, "Break for me!" and an item was held up high in his hand.
That item radiated with brilliant light and unleashed intense emperor's might, like a volcanic eruption, which began to spread all around. In the end, like the descent of a divine weapon, the golden-bright and dazzling emperor's might actually managed to forcibly disperse Percy's Devil God's Annihilation.
"Damn it!" At that moment, Percy clenched his fists in anger. He had nearly managed to succeed.
The Golden blade in Chrysaor's hand sparkled as it easily resisted Percy's attack. "You're still inferior to your master. Heh… but I will still give you a death equally glorious!"
"That depends on if you have the capability to do so!" Percy roared. "Awaken. DAWAKENED RIPTIDE OF DEVOURING REINCARNATION! RIPTIDE!"
Once that sword appeared, ghost-like wailing sounds and wolf-like howling sounds immediately rang out. Furthermore, a crimson vortex appeared in the golden sky.
Ghosts with lingering grievances filled that crimson vortex. Those ghosts were screaming miserably, and uttering and emitting overwhelming evil tendencies. The evil tendencies which they emitted caused even the abnormal sign, golden light, created by the Holy Blade to become affected.
The might of that crimson vortex was even more frightening than Percy's Devil God's Annihilation. It was as if an Evil God was about to be born.
Awakened Riptide. It was the legendary demon sword, the Awakened Riptide.
The Awakened Riptide possessed a demonic nature, and would attempt to devour Percy's life. Normally, Percy could not use it, nor did he dare to use it.
However, in this moment of life and death crisis, Percy had no time to consider that anymore. Even though the Awakened Riptide was a taboo, he still had to use that taboo to save himself.
"Awakened Riptide, is that the legendary Awakened Riptide?"
"It is surely extraordinary, and truly outstanding," Upon seeing the Awakened Riptide, Chrysaor's eyes shone.
The reason for that was because the might of the Awakened Riptide was truly not something that ordinary Incomplete Holy Blades could compare with. The might revealed by Percy's Awakened Riptide was actually on par with the might revealed by his Holy Blade.
And at this moment, everyone could even sense Percy's cultivation at last. Rank Eight Warrior! Just a single step below even Chrysaor's cultivation! His power was actually the same as his Master's.
"However, Percy, an Incomplete Devil Sword will always remain an Incomplete Devil God Sword. No matter how powerful your Riptide might be, it will not be a match for my Holy Sword, let alone with me having a cultivation above yours."
After Chrysaor said those words, he slashed at Percy. The moment he attacked with the Holy sword, golden light surged forth alongside a strange roar that made the surroundings tremble. It was a roar from the Holy Phantom. That Holy Phantom seemed to want to consume all living things.
"We'll have to fight it out first in order to determine which is actually stronger," Percy was not at all afraid of Chrysaor's attack. Holding Riptide in his hand, he charged to face Chrysaor.
"Zzzzzzzzzz~~~~"
Percy waved his Riptide. Immediately, a crimson blade ray that carried ghost-like wails and wolf-like howls with it swept across the sky. As it sliced through the sky, many bloody crimson clouds appeared in the sky. Those bloody clouds were very unstable, and shooting off lightning all around. Those crimson lightning bolts began to hack down from the sky and into the Holy Blade Phantom in the sky.
Faced with the many crimson lightning bolts striking down on it, the Holy Blade Phantom could only allow itself to be thrashed without the ability to unleash a counterattack.
"How could this be?"
"Exactly what is going on?"
At that moment, Chrysaor was completely stunned. Percy's crimson slash was extremely powerful. It was so powerful that it could contend against his own attack.
That by itself was already an extremely astonishing feat. After all, what Percy possessed was an Incomplete Devil God Sword. Logically, it should not be able to contend against his Holy Sword.
Yet, exactly what was going on with the scene before him? The abnormal sign created by Riptide was actually capable of suppressing the abnormal sign created by the Holy sword.
Weapons were, when all was said and done, weapons. They needed others to use them. However, Percy's Riptide was different. It seemed as if it possessed its own awareness. It seemed that it could, without needing Percy's control, attack its opponent by itself.
"This is not the time to daydream," Percy unleashed another attack at Chrysaor. Furthermore, this attack was even more ferocious than his previous attack.
Since Percy had already unleashed Riptide, he did not care about the consequences anymore. It was either victory or death. There was already no other choice now.
"Come, come, come! I refuse to believe that I, an immortal Rank Nine warrior, will not be able to defeat you, a mere rank eight warrior; that my grand Divine Holy Sword would not be able to defeat your mere Incomplete Devil God Sword!"
Chrysaor was unconvinced that he would lose. He grasped his Holy sword and once again confronted Percy.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom~~~"
The Holy sword and the crimson Riptide collided nonstop. The two of them could be said to be equally matched. Even though the Holy sword held the upper hand in their clashes, it was not by much.
However, although the Holy sword possessed a slight superiority over Riptide in the fight between Percy and Chrysaor, the battle in the sky was completely different. The abnormal sign created by Riptide grew more and more ferocious. Not only were the blood clouds and crimson lightning that filled the sky growing larger and larger in size, they even completely overshadowed the abnormal sign created by the Holy sword.
In fact, an enormous crimson hand had actually stretched out from the blood clouds. This crimson hand was shaped like bones. Its crimson colour seemed to indicate that it had been stained by countless amounts of blood. Especially those sharp fingernails; they were like blades. The hand grabbed onto the Holy Blade Phantom's head and pierced its nails into the phantom's eyes.
The crimson skeletal hand actually impaled the Holy Blade Phantom's eyes.
"Roar~~~~"
Although it was only an abnormal sign, and did not possess any intelligence, the Holy Blade Phantom actually let out a miserable roar.
"Damn it! Exactly what is that? Exactly what is that?!"
Even though Chrysaor was equally matched with, and even possessed a slight advantage over, Percy, he grew more and more nervous. What Percy was using simply did not resemble a weapon. Rather, it resembled a demon.
In fact, it was not only Chrysaor; even Percy himself was trembling with fear. Even though Percy had already known that Riptide was a nefarious weapon after experiencing the pain of backlash from it before, he did not expect Riptide's nefariousness to be this extreme.
Even though it was clearly only an Incomplete Devil God Sword, everything that it had shown thus far was extremely abnormal. It was most definitely not an ordinary weapon. Rather, it was a very frightening demon. Percy was currently using a demon to fight.
After being shocked, Percy gripped Riptide tightly and shouted, "Come. Regardless of what you are, I hope that you will lend me a hand and help me kill that despicable and shameless Immortal!"
"Zzzzzzzz~~~~"
Following a slash from Percy, the many crimson lightning bolts in the sky actually suddenly struck down from above. They were aimed at Chrysaor.
"Damn it!"
In the moment of crisis, Chrysaor unleashed his Killing Intent to ward off the incoming crimson lightning bolts.
"Rumble~~~"
However, the crimson lightning bolts were even more ferocious than he had imagined. They actually directly blew apart his Killing Intent and continued to attack him.
"Damn it! Exactly what the hell is that?! Exactly what the hell is that?!"
With no other choice, Chrysaor ended up having to withstand both Percy's incoming sword strike and the crimson bolts of lightning hacking down from above.
However, the descent of the crimson lightning bolts was no mere coincidence. With every slash from Percy's Riptide, Chrysaor would have to suffer attacks from the crimson lightning bolts as well.
In an instant, Chrysaor, who had previously held the upper hand in the fight against Percy, was forced into a disadvantageous situation. Furthermore, he was forced to retreat repeatedly.
As for all this, it was all because of Riptide. The power of Riptide was truly too enormous. It managed to completely suppress the Holy Sword with absolute dominance.
"Damn it! Damn it! I refuse to believe this! I refuse to believe this!"
Chrysaor was forced so far into a corner that he was nearly driven mad. He began to shout in disbelief nonstop. However, his shouting was of no use. It was incapable of changing anything at all.
"Roar~~~"
Suddenly, another miserable scream sounded from the skies. This time around, that miserable scream was even more ear-piercing, and sounded even more heart-tearing and lung-splitting.
Turning their heads up to look, not only was Chrysaor deeply shocked, even Percy was deeply shocked. At that moment, another enormous crimson skeletal hand had appeared amidst the bloody clouds and crimson lightning.
At that time, there were two enormous crimson hands in the middle of the sky. They were like the hands of god.
No, that was most definitely not a god's hands, for a god's hands would not give off such a ferocious and nefarious sensation. They were a demon's hands, the devil's hands.
Suddenly, the two enormous crimson skeletal hands grabbed the Holy Blade Phantom by its head and legs. They were pulling that golden phantom apart.
Their pulling shattered even the void itself. As for the Holy Blade Phantom, it was emitting miserable screams nonstop. It was as if it were begging for forgiveness. However, when before a demon, would begging for forgiveness be of use?
"Snap~~~"
Suddenly, a sound several times louder than a thunderclap exploded in the sky. Then, the sky started to tremble violently. Even the earth itself started to tremble.
That enormous golden phantom whose body had covered the entire sky was actually ripped apart. Its body was forcibly torn to shreds by the two enormous crimson skeletal hands.
"This!" upon witnessing that scene, Chrysaor was completely stunned. The reason for that was because this was simply too extraordinary, unbelievable and strange.
However, this was reality. After the Holy Blade Phantom's body was ripped to shreds, the golden light that covered the sky began to slowly dissipate. In fact, the ferocious emperor's might emitted by Chrysaor's Holy Sword had weakened greatly. It was no longer as overbearing as before.
"Heeaahh~~~"
At the moment when Chrysaor was distracted, Percy threw another slash at him.
Chrysaor reacted immediately. He hurriedly raised his hand to block Percy's incoming slash. Merely… although he had managed to block Percy's incoming slash, he did not have the time to react to the incoming crimson lightning that hacked down from the sky.
"Rumble~~~~"
Ear-piercing explosions sounded and the entire region was utterly destroyed and Chrysaor was struck by the crimson lightning. Not only did he lose his hold of The Holy sword, he was also knocked to the ground several meters away.
Having obtained superiority in the fight, how could Percy possibly stop with just that? He raised his legs and planned to give chase and kill Chrysaor.
"Wuu~~~"
However, right at that moment, Percy's body trembled. Then, he grabbed onto Riptide tightly with one hand and tightly grabbed onto his own Chest with the other.
"Throb… Throb…" an intense throbbing sound filled the air and a black orb suddenly appeared over Percy's chest.
In merely an instant, cold sweat filled Percy's entire body. Percy's complexion turned deathly pale. He was unable to sustain the pain that was spreading throughout his body. With such enormous pain, even Percy, someone who possessed a very high tolerance for pain, revealed an expression distorted by pain.
"Persevere for a moment longer! Persevere for a moment longer! A bit more and this battle will be over!"
"Let me kill him! Let me kill him! As long as I can kill him, even if you are to take my life, I will have no complaints!" Percy shouted with his weak voice. Those words were spoken to Riptide. Percy was speaking to Riptide because he knew that Riptide was a weapon that possessed life.
Percy knew that as long as Riptide was willing to help him, he would definitely be able to kill Chrysaor. Furthermore, with the situation as it was, he had to kill Chrysaor. Else, not only would he be killed by Chrysaor, Michelle and everyone else in Beast City would also be killed.
Compared to that, Percy would rather give away his own life.
However, Riptide appeared to be unable to hear what Percy was saying at all. Not only did the pain of the backlash that originated from Percy's Chest not decrease in the slightest, it instead grew stronger and stronger. It had become so strong that Percy was unable to endure the pain anymore.
Not to mention brandishing Riptide to battle again, Percy was unable to even take another step forward.
"Rooar~~~~"
Right at that moment, the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling from the sky grew even more violent.
The pair of enormous crimson skeletal hands began to extend from the sky. They were moving toward Chrysaor to grab him.
At that moment, Chrysaor, who was only lightly injured, was actually unable to move at all. Suddenly, he felt an unprecedented life-threatening danger.
He was able to sense that the enormous crimson skeletal hands would smash him to death. The reason for that was because the oppressive might from those crimson skeletal hands was truly too powerful. They simply surpassed the limit of his comprehension. He knew that before the hands could even reach him, that oppressive might would have crushed him to death.
"No, this is not real! This is not real!"
"Exactly why is this happening?!"
Chrysaor started to shout hysterically. He truly felt as if he was dreaming.
If he had the option to choose, he would have hoped to be able to immediately wake up from this nightmare, this frightening nightmare that he no longer wished to be in.
"Puu~~~"
Right at that moment, Percy vomited out a mouthful of blood. Then his eyes closed, and he passed into unconsciousness. From the middle of the sky, he fell ruthlessly onto the ground.
"Buzz~~~"
At the moment when Percy lost consciousness, the enormous crimson skeletal hands in the sky began to turn into many crimson gaseous flames.
Furthermore, the violent bloody clouds and crimson bolts of lightning also turned into crimson gaseous flames. The crimson flames returned to the form of a crimson vortex that spiralled around in the sky.
At that moment, it was as if doomsday had arrived in this region. The scene was exceptionally devastating.
Finally, the spiralling crimson gaseous flames turned into a crimson ray of light and descended into Riptide in Percy's hand.
"Is… is it over…?" Chrysaor seemed unable to even believe his eyes. He slowly sat up, looking around before catching sight of the incomparably weak Percy lying on the ground. And just like his master when he had used the awakened Riptide, apparently even Percy had reached his limit at long last. Chrysaor gave a wicked smile and slowly started to stand up. He reached out and made a grasping motion with one hand immediately, his sword flew into his grasp. Then he casually walked over towards Percy.
"Just as I had anticipated. Even though both you and mike as well that Human Sword master had all managed to gain control over riptide, in the end, the amount of time you spent practicing with the sword was simply too less. As such, you cannot summon the same power as Mike and that Human Sword Master. You are simply inferior." Chrysaor laughed lightly. "In fact, even if mike or the human sword master were here today, they wouldn't have been able to stop me either. I am gaining more and more control over this power of mine as time passes, and every day makes me stronger." He glanced down at his hand which still held the sword with a frown. "If only that foolish mike was still alive. I could make him kneel and beg for mercy- Hmm?!" Chrysaor's eyes widened and he stepped back as a fearful expression flashed across his face.
Percy gave a weak roar and his bloody fist smashed into the ground and he forcefully rose to his knees, his ruined body trembling with the effort. And in his grasp, the Demonic blade of riptide was trembling with an air of bloodlust and excitement, devouring at Percy's soul and body like an insatiable black hole.
"Do not Belittle yourself, you foolish creature." At that moment when Chrysaor was trembling, an ancient and immeasurable voice suddenly rang out. Immediately Chrysaor's expression grew respectful.
"My Holiness. What wisdom do you have for me?" The arrogant Chrysaor now spoke in an incomparably respectful manner.
A golden glow flashed in the sky above and a fat figure of a Buddha like monk appeared, lazily lying across the sky. In fact, his entire figure could be said to be thousands of metres long. But rather than an aura of holiness or purity like one would expect from him, he instead gave of an extremely disgusting and vile air, like a common thug or vandal. At the same time, an extremely putrid and fetid stink wafted from him. "I have been preparing for this moment for years now. As if I would let your foolishness ruin it. After all, I have been meticulously waiting for this dear son of mine to mature well enough."
"Son?!" Chrysaor's eyes widened and he stared at Percy. "you mean… this boy…?"
"Of course. Why else do you think he is so powerful? I specially sent him here to this city so he could mature for my use. However, I did not expect this day to arrive so fast. I'm extremely proud to see that this little brat of mine has actually lived up to be useful for me." The Gold monk stared at Percy and then lifted his hand. In an incomparably grand and majestic voice, he spoke. "I sense your hatred my child. I sense that desperate need for vengeance. And that pride and arrogance as well. I can see it. I can feel it. Ohhh yesss. You are a disappointment aren't you. You trained so hard, worked so much, but you still couldn't avenge his death."
"U-UWAAAAHHHHH!" Percy clutched at his head and an incomparably sorrowful roar rang out and the dark aura around him actually managed to increase even more.
"Percy NO!" Michelle screamed. She could sense the Demon sword riptide trying to devour Percy's soul. And at the same time, she could sense that horrifying monk slowly entrapping Percy's body and power with his own essence. However, the current Percy was simply unable to hear her cry. And after her first shout, Chrysaor simply waved his hand and bound her with his pressure, leaving her unable to speak any more.
"You want power don't you child? Come to your father. I will give you power. Enormous power beyond anything." The devil orb buried in Percy's chest was pulsing in rhythm with his words and the monk was slowly synchronising with it. This was all his plan after all. He had sent this child with the devil orb here so he could mature. And once he had matured, he would devour Percy's soul and possess his body. And as Percy shrieked, his soul being devoured by riptide, his mind being swayed by the monk's words, his body weakening under the assault of the devil orb, it was clear this was a losing battle. After all, both the Monk and riptide were beings that Percy alone could never hope to compete against. Now that both of them were hellbent on devouring him, how could a mere child like Percy ever hope to be able to resist against their power?
