Extra's Magic-Chapter 214 Demon’s Power

"Let's take it up a notch..." 𝙗𝒆𝒅𝙣𝙤𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝙢

The Demon smirked, weirdly weaving his hand.

It wasn't an attack or any sort of spell that could harm me.

Whoosh...

A massive scythe materialized in his hand.

The weapon's blade was completely dark blue, with incarnate designs that were engraved on its edge.

These engravings seemed very familiar to Runes I could draw.

Almost the same...

"Don't die very quick..."

The Demon spoke while chuckling and lowered his body, preparing to lunge forward.

I also prepared to meet him head-on, however, my mind was elsewhere as I began to use my feet to engrave a Rune on the floor.

From the Demon's point of view, it might seem like I was doing some weird dance or a posture but in reality, I was creating a Rune that would release a couple of earth spikes, which would emerge from the ground and impede the Demon's advance.

Swish...

However, before I could finish, the Demon lunged forward with incredible speed, bypassing the earth spikes I had attempted to summon.

'Shit!'

I tried to react quickly, but the Demon's speed caught me off guard.

Its scythe sliced through the air, aiming to 'hug' me by the neck.

Clank...

Luckily, I managed to insert my longsword's blade between my neck and the Demon's scythe, blocking its attack just in time.

Unfortunately, the force behind the Demon's strike was incredible, causing me to fly backward, crashing into a nearby pillar.

"Ughhh..."

I groaned, noticing that my gaze was blurred and my vision was slightly hazy.

As I lay against the pillar, my body aching from the impact, I knew I couldn't afford to stay down for long. The Demon's strength was formidable, and it seemed he was only getting started.

The Demon, a wicked grin on his face, raised the dark blue scythe high above his head, readying for another strike. I had to think fast. My longsword had saved me once, but I couldn't rely on it alone.

"..."

My mind raced as I considered my options. The Rune on the floor was incomplete, but maybe I could still salvage it. I quickly drew the remaining lines with my foot, pouring all my energy into it.

With a burst of magical energy, the earth spikes I had intended to summon earlier finally erupted from the ground. They shot up like jagged spears, aiming to pierce the Demon and halt his advance.

But the Demon was quick to react.

Swish...

With an agile spin, he leaped into the air, narrowly avoiding the spikes that shot up towards him. His scythe slashed through the air, deflecting the closest spike with ease. It was clear that this Demon was not just physically powerful but also incredibly skilled in combat.

As I struggled to regain my composure, I realized that this battle was unlike any I had ever faced. The Demon's movements were fluid and unpredictable, making it difficult to anticipate his attacks.

The Demon, his eyes gleaming with malevolence, closed the distance between us once again. I knew I couldn't rely solely on defensive maneuvers. With a surge of determination, I leaped to my feet and met his scythe with my longsword.

Clank...

Our weapons clashed, creating a shower of sparks that illuminated the chamber. The force of his strike sent shockwaves through my arms, but I gritted my teeth and held my ground. I couldn't afford to falter now.

As we locked in a fierce struggle, I could feel the immense power emanating from the Demon's scythe. It was clear that this weapon held a dark and formidable magic of its own. I needed to find a way to counter it, and quickly.

The clash of our weapons echoed through the chamber, each strike vibrating through my very bones. The Demon's eyes bore into mine, his malevolent grin never wavering as he pushed against me with relentless force.

In that moment, I could feel the weight of our battle pressing down on me. It wasn't just a physical struggle; it was a battle of wills, a fight for survival in the face of overwhelming darkness.

I knew that I had to be creative, to tap into the depths of my magic and outmaneuver this formidable opponent. With a mental command, I channeled my Mana into my longsword, infusing it with a shimmering aura of light. The blade crackled with newfound power, pushing back against the Demon's scythe.

For a brief moment, I saw surprise flicker in the Demon's eyes as he struggled against the unexpected surge of energy. It was my chance, my opening.

With a swift motion, I twisted my longsword, disengaging our weapons, and delivered a powerful kick to the Demon's chest. He staggered backward, momentarily off balance. It was all the time I needed.

I lunged forward, my longsword poised for a strike. But the Demon was no ordinary foe. With lightning reflexes, he deflected my blow with his scythe, sending sparks flying in all directions.

As the sparks danced through the air, I couldn't help but marvel at the intricacy of our battle. It was a dance of steel and magic, a clash of opposing forces. Each move, each parry and strike, was a testament to our skill and determination.

The Demon's scythe whirled through the air once more, a deadly blur of dark blue. I narrowly dodged the blade's deadly arc, feeling a rush of air as it passed perilously close to my side.

In response, I countered with a series of rapid strikes, my longsword a blur of motion. The Demon deftly evaded each blow, his movements fluid and graceful despite the weight of his weapon.

Our clash continued, neither of us giving an inch. I could sense the frustration building in the Demon's eyes as he struggled to break through my defenses. He was accustomed to overpowering his opponents, and I refused to be an easy conquest.

The battle raged on, a relentless exchange of blows and parries that seemed to transcend time itself. In that dimly lit chamber, the clash of our weapons echoed like a haunting symphony.

Swish...

With a fluid motion, the Demon spun his scythe, aiming to catch me off guard with a sweeping strike. But I had learned to anticipate his moves, and I sidestepped the attack, feeling the rush of air as the blade whistled past me.

In response, I launched a counterattack, my longsword arcing towards the Demon's exposed flank. He twisted his body with unnatural agility, narrowly avoiding my strike and countering with a brutal kick that sent me staggering backward.

Pain radiated from my chest where his kick had landed, but I couldn't afford to let it slow me down. I knew I had to keep the pressure on, to find a weakness in his defenses.

As the Demon lunged forward once again, I focused on the dark blue scythe in his hand. It was more than just a weapon; it was an extension of his very being. If I could disrupt his connection to it, I might gain the upper hand.

With renewed determination, I channeled my magic into my longsword once more, infusing it with a blinding burst of light. The blade crackled with Mana as I swung it in a wide arc, aiming for the Demon's scythe.

The scythe met my blade with a resounding clash, but this time, the dark magic within it seemed to recoil from the radiant energy of my longsword. The Demon's grip faltered for a split second, and I seized the opportunity.

With a swift twist of my wrist, I disarmed him, sending the scythe clattering to the ground. The Demon's eyes widened in disbelief as he stumbled backward, momentarily defenseless.

I pressed my advantage, launching a series of rapid strikes that forced him to retreat further. Each blow was a calculated move, a dance of precision and power. I could see the frustration in his eyes, a crack in his malevolent facade.

But the Demon was not one to be defeated easily. With a snarl, he reached out with his free hand, calling upon his dark magic. Shadows coalesced around him, forming a protective barrier that absorbed my blows.

I knew I had to act quickly before he could regain his composure. Drawing upon my own magic, I summoned my Aura Blade.

With a fierce battle cry, I swung the new sword at the Demon's barrier. The flames roared to life, devouring the darkness that surrounded him. The Demon howled in pain as the fire licked at his form.

But he was not defeated yet. With a final surge of dark energy, he shattered the remaining flames and leaped backward, a look of fury etched on his face.

The chamber was filled with the acrid scent of burnt shadows and the lingering heat of the flames. I stood my ground, my chest heaving with exertion. The battle had taken its toll on both of us, but I refused to back down.

The Demon retrieved his scythe, his grip on it trembling with anger and frustration. Our gazes locked once more, and I could see a glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes. He had underestimated me, and now he knew that I was a force to be reckoned with.

As we circled each other in that dimly lit chamber, I couldn't help but wonder how this battle would end.

Although, now, we were on the same level, I was getting too tired.

I had to finish this fast.