Demon Lord's Reincarnation

Right at this moment, the way Benjie breathed changed once again and it felt like he was a different person. His dagger not only had blood on the blade from wounding himself but also on the handle from digging through his back with his fingers. However, he saw my knife that I tossed from performing an arm bar on him and he picked it up with a deranged smile on his face.

‘…’

“Tch, tch, tch… Now you’ve done it… I’m gonna take a long-ass time killing you and have fun with it… ahaha…”

All of a sudden, the killing intent he was releasing felt like it was materializing once again and it was different being close to it rather than being on the viewing platforms.

Benjie licked the blood off his dagger before inching towards me, “Hey… You still not gonna do it? Hmm?! Are you gonna keep it in check or are you gonna bring it out?! I’m giving you a chance right now! I’m—”

The fucking psycho didn’t even finish his sentence as he abruptly kicked dirt in the air before rushing in with an erratic pattern. I’ve seen him go from point A to point B in the quickest manner possible but this time, he was shuffling his steps and going circles around me to try and make me give up an opening.

Granted it was a little too difficult to read but it would’ve been better if he just increased his speed instead of trying to make me lose focus.

He suddenly swung in a wide arc in which I avoided by the skin of my teeth but he used the momentum to spin around and wind for a heel kick using the same route his dagger took.

I first leaned backward before I jumped back to avoid his kick but he threw my knife back at me as I was about to land.

But to his surprise, I suddenly flicked with my thumb and hit my katana’s handguard—after making it dig into my scabbard momentarily—to make my katana jump from its sheathe a few inches. It was done for it to collide with my dagger—that Benjie threw, that was aiming for my left arm.

He never looked so ecstatic that I fended off his surprise attack but my body went lower as I landed, quickly pushing my katana back in with my right hand.

I was already in my draw stance but Benjie tried to meet me halfway.

‘This fucking psycho…’

Like meeting someone’s punch by moving closer so that it loses power, he tried to do the same thing with something that could easily cut his body in half. He definitely had balls of steel because the normal course of action was to jump back and create some distance.

With that said, I’d be in a precarious situation if things continued as is but the veins on my left hand protruded violently as well with my right hand.

I was still in the middle of my first step of my quick draw but my blade had already exited my scabbard with more speed than it should.

The purpose of drawing my blade from its scabbard was to use the resistance to make my blade go faster and with more power—like flicking your fingers by making your middle finger take resistance with your thumb before releasing—but this time, I had to do a little bit of improvisation.

Instead of just pulling my blade out with my right hand, I also pulled the scabbard the opposite way with my left. The method was to do it with the same force all at the same time or else my blade will still be inside my scabbard after I hastened my draw.

This move would need a lot of explosive strength and a bit of precision but what’s a little bit of pain compared to getting shanked with a fucking psycho?

It took a lot out of me not to cut Benjie in half—even though it would’ve ended things much easier, but let’s just say it was nice to have someone not die from the first exchange.

Well, it was because I specifically aimed for his dagger that was going at the same arc my blade would—though from the opposite side—and he would’ve lost part of his shoulder and his neck if he didn’t grip his dagger hard enough.

His muscles just bulged from defending from that one attack and it made his body stagger after the blow, almost knocking him over.

“WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK WAS THAT—”

Benjie’s eyes were on my blade when I sent my foot straight to the spot where his ribs had cracked and it was getting more and more bruised by the second. However, he just hissed before he struck the same spot with his own fist but I tried to slice his arm off as I let out my own brand of killing intent.

‘He’s gonna bite—’

The motherfucker didn’t miss the moment my own ‘demon’ tried to take his arm as he quickly drew back with a half-step. Despite that, I still cut open part of his arm which was what I was actually aiming for.

I knew he’d react that way from recognizing a familiar feeling but he didn’t even care about me cutting his arm. It seemed like I just furthered his insanity because he almost tore his cheeks from smiling from ear to ear.

“Can’t resist, can you?! SHOW ME MORE! I WANT TO SEE IT! HAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Blood, sweat, and dirt was on Benjie’s body right now but it’ll only be a matter of time before he suffers from blood loss. His wounds, both from me and himself were still bleeding each time his heart cycled and his erratic breathing wasn’t helping his case.

Granted he was smiling like a maniac right now but the look of frustration from not being able to land a proper hit on me was starting to show in his face.

With that said, he started to take a more aggressive approach just to get his dagger to pierce my skin but to give the same analogy I gave last time, the knife wielder should be a few degrees above the sword wielder for it to be an even match.

And with my katana in my hand, unless my opponent was holding a gun, I’m practically invincible.

I wasn’t overly bragging or anything but I was just telling the truth.

This match was a mismatch from the get-go.

Benjie sustained more and more cuts than he could imagine and the deranged look on his face was slowly fading. I don’t know if it was because of the small percentage of blood that he had already lost or if it was just dawning on him that I could back up my claims that he so strongly rebuked.

The only thing he managed to cut was himself and his erratic breathing was turning to a heaving huff from being out of breath. His eyes even looked hazy and it seemed like he was starting to get light-headed.

“This isn’t fucking fun anymore… FIGHT ME! FIGHT ME FOR REAL!!!”

I shook my head as I let out a smile, “You’re gonna die if I do that—”

“FIGHT ME! FUCKING FIGHT ME! WE’RE THE SAME! WE’RE THE FUCKING—”

“We’re not, Benjie. You’re just a mutt without a leash, without an owner… Trust me, you can only go so far if you keep going like that. You’ll—”

Benjie had once again lunged forward to try and take a stab at my abdomen but his movements right now could be easily read by a toddler.

I easily disarmed him by striking his arm with the spine of my katana before I struck his torso with the same part of my blade. Two indents were left at the spots I struck and he just spat out a mouthful of blood as he was rolling over in pain.

He already had more than a dozen cuts—34 to be exact—and they were more outlets for his blood to escape his system.

I was honestly surprised that Castro wasn’t throwing the towel yet but instead, making Benjie decide if he had enough.

My opponent right now was the most excited of this fight—because he thought he’d see my demon, but he had never been so disappointed from being finessed with someone such as me. Everyone thought they’d see the fight of the century but the victor was already apparent in the first minute.

However, I can’t believe I was doing this but—I kinda felt bad for the guy.

I picked up his dagger and threw it just by his face before I also drew my wakizashi and held it alongside my katana. I began to change my breathing in a much different way than Benjie did and it was all for the sake of letting him see a glimpse of what “it” really was like.

“Get up. I’ll give you five seconds.”