Cursed Bloodline: Awakened a Hidden Class in a Game World-Chapter 50: Demon Arts

Grey was pushing his speed mid-fight, adapting to every punch, every attack, making himself faster and faster as the seconds flew by.

When Leo saw that all his attacks were sadly no longer working, he wanted to retreat and try again, but as he stepped back, he felt a tight grip on his hands.

He looked up and saw Grey holding them with a smile on his face. "You aren’t going anywhere," Grey said before throwing a punch right into his guts. Leon arched back and coughed blood, but Grey was not done with him as he caught him and threw him over his body into the ground, every movement perfect down to the slam.

The moment Leon’s body hit the ground, Grey stepped back and returned into a fighting pose, ready to go again.

Leon pushed himself up, staggering from side to side, his eyes filled with anger and hate. "You bratty human, how are you this strong? Why can you heal from my attacks? What are you?" Leon asked with a roar.

"You aren’t really sharp, are you?" Grey asked. His question threw Leon off. He wasn’t sharp? How?

"We aren’t humans at all, and sadly we aren’t demons," Grey said before lunging forward again. The man got ready to block, but Grey switched into a superman punch, slamming him across the face and throwing him into the wall.

Blood dripped from Grey’s fist, but not his own blood. He walked toward Leon, fist still clenched.

"Why, why, why, why? Why did you have to ruin our plans? If I finally got two of you, I would finally receive a good amount of power from Master, I would have become terrifyingly strong.

But you just had to ruin it for me. Curse you, curse you, curse you," he barked as he got back to his feet, his wounds already healing but not fast enough.

Grey grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the wall. "Master? What Master are you talking about?" Grey asked.

Shing. Stab.

The sound of a sword stabbing flesh reached Grey’s ears. He turned around only to see Zane stabbed through the chest with a sword, and the person that had done it was none other than the old man that had hassled them for the maps.

"I am the Master," the old man said, his voice full of pride. He shot Leon a look.

"You good-for-nothing piece of shit, all you had to do was bring them here and take them down, yet you failed at that.

I’ll have to punish you later. This time I’ll drain you by half and make sure you bring me a full meal next time," the old man said.

"Master, please, you can’t do that to me. I’m at my last strength. If you take it away, I’ll be nothing more than a measly human," Leon said.

Then suddenly, the old man noticed something, Grey wasn’t panicked that his master was stabbed through; he was just standing there and looking at them. The next second showed why.

"Hmm, no wonder he was weaker than his level," Riven muttered and opened his eyes. He walked out of the blade without hesitation, and the man was shocked by this sudden development.

He stared at Zane, unable to understand what was happening here. He stared at the hole in Zane’s chest and saw it weaving itself together until it was completely healed, a regeneration speed that he didn’t even have.

He frowned. Zane was a threat. Kill now, ask questions later. He lunged at him again, slashing for his head, but Zane was much too fast. He dodged the blade, sidestepped, and grabbed the hand, pulling the old man right into his raised knee.

He knocked the old man back a few steps, blood dripping from his nose. The old man touched the blood and then looked at it. He looked up as his eyes glowed purple and marks showed around his body.

"I’ll make you pay for what you just did," he said. His body started changing shape, he grew in size, becoming seven feet tall, black skin with purple marks, a hunched-over demon with the face of a dog and claws that could rip a person in half.

"Transformation demon arts, that’s pretty nice," Zane said.

In this world, there was a clear category system demons used to set their demon arts. There were the physical demon arts, these were the most common, including increases in physical stats in some way or another, and they were the weakest of all.

The second demon art category was the projection demon art, similar to the one Leon used, carrying the ability to project some sort of attack or defense outside their bodies. It was the second most common and much more powerful when used well.

The third category was the transformers they took different forms to harness great power, just like what the old man was doing. It was rarer to see and much more powerful.

Then, of all the known demon art categories, there was the last, the Givers. Their ability allowed them to put their power into something, someone, or whatever they could, and control that thing like a puppet while their destructive power remained intact.

Some demons controlled many at once, and they were terrifying. It was the rarest of the demon art categories and also the most powerful.

The old man finished transforming into that massive creature. It let out a roar that filled the dungeon and then lunged forward.

Zane took out his dagger and spun it into a reverse grip. He looked forward, watching the monster get close.

The monster attacked with a powerful slash; Zane leaped up and dodged it. He looked down at the monster, his eyes cold as he descended.

Even if he was alive, this old man had tried to kill him, stabbing him through the chest. There was no mercy for someone that did something like that to him, so he was taking him down as fast as he could.

Zane sent a kick from up there right into the face of the monster, knocking it back a few steps. He flipped off the face and landed a few feet away before lunging forward again without stopping for even a second.

The monster attacked again, this time with a very serious burst of speed. Zane was taken unaware he managed to cross his arms at the last moment but was knocked back badly, his arms shattered from the impact.

He slammed into the wall and coughed blood, his gaze hazy, but he could spot the monster already running toward him.

Without a choice, he dropped down from the crater in the wall. He looked forward, his gaze clearing, and his hands healed up just before the monster got to him and attacked. He rolled out of the way and dodged.

Zane dashed forward again, his dagger flashing as he slashed at the monster’s side. The blade cut deep, but the creature barely flinched, swinging one massive claw at his head. Zane ducked low, feeling the rush of air as the strike missed him by inches, and countered with a quick jab to its ribs.

The monster snarled, the purple marks glowing more on its body, and with a burst of power, it slammed its fist down. Zane rolled aside, the impact shaking the ground and sending bits of stone flying. He used the opening to dart behind it, stabbing at the back of its knee.

The beast roared in pain, twisting its body faster than expected and swiping Zane away with the back of its arm.

He skidded across the dungeon floor, catching himself before he hit the wall. The moment his feet were steady, he charged again, ducking under another slash and dragging his dagger along the monster’s arm, leaving a burning cut.

The creature’s eyes glowed brighter, its claws scraping the floor as it lunged with frightening speed. Zane met it head-on, their movements blurring as strikes and counters clashed, the fight turning into a brutal rhythm of blow for blow.

Zane was pushed back after their last attack. He looked at the monster with a smile. "You are pretty good, old man," Zane said. He cracked his neck as he spoke, keeping his eyes on the monster.

Then suddenly, he vanished into the shadow. The monster looked around in fear and panic it didn’t understand what was happening here. Where did Zane go?

"Behind you." The monster heard his voice and turned quickly, but he didn’t see Zane only for Zane to pop up behind him and slash his tendons, sending him to the ground, and then following up with a stab to the spinal cord to destroy his walking ability, even for a moment.

The demon collapsed to the ground, and Zane immediately turned him over, placing his sword on his neck.

"I’m pretty sure you aren’t high-level enough to survive being beheaded, right, old man?" Zane spoke. There was a shine in his eyes that sent chills down the spine of the man.

"So what’s it going to be, old man?" Zane asked