Chapter 25: Anthony's strongest move
"What the hell!" Dwinko panicked stumbling back in fear, even he couldn't break through Ayami's ice, definitely not that easily, then how did a human do it.
Dwinko smiled rubbing his palms together "you think that will help you? You're..."
"Shut the hell up" Anthony raised his sword high. He exhaled hard plummeting it down with all his force and lodging it deeply into the river bed "desolate exothermic!"
"Tcch!"
Boom!
A violent wave of wind and heat was released into the surroundings followed by an explosion of blue flames that engulfed the entire river in seconds burning everything in it's path and rising more than thirty meters in the air, it was like hell on earth!
...
Ayami watched Anthony's struggle, he still fought with the first spear, even when it was clear he would die, why did he still hold on and kept fighting... There was certainly no hope for...
"What!" Ayami caught at the glimpse of his eyes a huge flaming object flying for his eye. Wait, it wasn't big, it was headed for his eyes and he couldn't escape considering his lack of reflexes.
"Uhf!" He stumbled back disoriented as the object entered his eyes scorching it a bit and blinding his sight. Ayami struggled to regain himself his eyes instinctively dimming itself the burn wasn't painful just that... His eyes was behaving human, he didn't feel it but why did he stumble back... Was he afraid of fire because of those times?
"Ayami!"
He heard Dwinko call out with an alarmed tone.
What was that? A glistening light. His eyes shot open to be jolted by the sight before him, a huge wall of fire just a foot away from his face.
"Shit!"
Boom! An explosion of heat and flames that dilapidated all that was in the river, burning them till they were ash or steam.
The gale from the explosion knocked Ayami out of the river into the air charring all of his body. Such power he had never witnessed before, this was true power worthy of him. A smile arched on his face, power worth fighting.
Dwinko was sent flying high into the air, one of his eyes was gone, burnt to ash, the flames charring his flesh. A third degree burn that would have surely killed him if he wasn't a demon. He had no visual on Ayami and the demon hunter which worried him, the smoke and flames in the air made it hard to see at least he was safe...
"Dragon tooth!" Dwinko felt a gale pass by him "technique 8 circular vertical slash!"
"Shit!" Anthony ran his flaming sword up from Dwinko's pelvic between his legs upwards until it cut through and out of his head sharing him in two equal halves, after this Anthony swings his sword rapidly slashing Dwinko into tiny bits.
"Die!"
Dwinko's eyes grew wide in a death stare he wasn't too farmiliar of. His body had been mutilated and he only realized it when it was far too late.
His small chopped body parts fell side by side on the wet shore of the river still paralyzed in disbelief and fear.
He heard crunching of boots and saw the demon hunter standing before his bloody corpse.
"Bastard you..." Before he could complete his whole body crumbled to dust.
"Activate Demon Arising."
Anthony smiled "me and you," he turned to Ayami who was a few feet away walking towards him.
"Was..." Ayami paused for a while before continuing "this was your plan all along, Dwinko is easily distracted and baited out, by creating an explosion you distracted him enough to sneak up from behind to take him out, since he actually is the greater threat, you think."
Anthony's grin arched "well can't blame the idiot for being so simple minded. You should be more easier to beat without him, so prepare..." Anthony raised his sword up to his shoulder length strengthening his stance "...prepare for your demise!"
Ayami smiled clapping a few times in accord. "Finally no hold backs."
Anthony gasped, he considered his friend dead weight and didn't even flinch when Anthony killed him. "What the hell... No matter what you have reserved I will still take your head off your rotten neck!"
Ayami gave a light chuckle "you have lasted the longest and would be the final to my collection," he pats his belt "I have honed my abilities to the maximum potential fought and killed a good score of hunters what would make you any different," he turned his gaze to the man that accompanied Anthony, he had interfered in matters, shot a flaming stone and helped the demon hunter escape certain doom. Ayami hadn't seen him do it but he discerned it came from him "you and your friends life are on the line here." Ayami walked to the river.
"You know what difference occurs between us that makes you inferior?" Ayami turned his gaze back to Anthony.
Anthony gave a blank expression rasing a finger and pointing to his head "horn."
"No!"
"Hair!"
"No!" Ayami yelled with rage.
"Horn?" Anthony asked with a confused face scratching his forehead softly, "I really thought It would be horns?"
"No! I already said no to that!" Ayami muttered taking off his coat. "I am not tied to anyone and anything but you must save everyone."
Anthony huffed out "I really thought you were going to say horn but when you put it in that way... The greatest strength comes from family and people you must protect!" He said with a spiteful tone "and I will protect Mouta no matter what!"
"There is no destiny, no fate, no chance that someone built on the belief of that, will ever defeat me, so..." His palms began to glow blue as the water in the river began to form into long ice spears floating into the air one after the other. "Prepare to die!" He sends dozens of ice spears flying fast for Anthony all at once.
Anthony gulped 'Ayami had all the points here, all advantages, considering it was his domain there was a slim chance of Anthony winning easily but... "Technique 2โฆ" he had been defying those chances all until now, there was no way he would fail.
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โ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ ๐ฃ๐ช: An orphan bullied by his pairs because of his lack of body size and strength, trained his body to the maximum, mainly his legs because he was raised by a leg wrestler in their village who took him as a son. Merchants hired men to kill the wrestler and they succeded, Dwinko was left to do battle with them. He looses, beaten till no assurance of life and a fat chance of death. Found by Plague rank 4 who shared his demon essence with him turning Dwinko into a demon, saying to him 'humans call us demons but they behave more demonic than we do, don't they?' with that he left and Dwinko took revenge feasting on the flesh of those that deprived him of a good life.
Even as a demon he was still weak and pushed around so he secluded himself and trained till he could no more. His legs formed holes in his skin which could expand enough to take in a flow of air and disperse it allowing him to temporarily fly. To further make himself invisible he imbedded blades into his hands and proved to others hard work could beat talent. Unfortunately, until he met Anthony who took him and his struggle to be superior down the drain of hell. But more importantly his goal remained the same to the end. His goal to never be pushed around like he didn't matter and holding it to the end... That would make his old man proud.
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