Chapter 119: Azula

A tall man stood a few meters away from Azula, glaring at her as he slowly removed his sword from its holder. His dark armour and the badge displayed on his chest made it clear that he was no ordinary demon. He was a Lord of War, someone who had fought in countless battles and earned his position through strength.

His eyes moved over Azula before he let out a cold laugh. "You are just as annoying as your brother. I’ve heard a lot about you."

Azula didn’t seem interested in his words. She simply raised her black sword and positioned it vertically in front of her face, allowing the blade to cover her eyes as she stared at him from behind it.

The man frowned. "What are you doing?" He shook his head and positioned his own sword horizontally, holding it firmly with both hands.

"Let me show you why you shouldn’t have come here." He rushed toward her, but before his sword could reach her, something strange happened.

His weapon suddenly moved in his hands.

The blade turned slightly, changing its direction as though someone else had taken control of it. The man quickly tightened his grip, but the sword continued moving against his will.

He almost stabbed himself.

His eyes widened, and he immediately jumped backward, struggling to understand what had happened.

Azula slowly lowered her sword.

The man stared at her with interest. Then he remembered something he had heard before.

There were rumours about the women in the wolf headquarters. Some of them possessed strange abilities that made them dangerous even without using their physical strength. He had never paid much attention to those stories because he believed most of them were exaggerated.

But now, he was beginning to understand. "Ahhh... I knew it!"

His eyes narrowed. "Your ability is to communicate with weapons?" The man looked down at his sword again. It was still trembling in his hand, and he could feel her power trying to take control of it.

He immediately released his demon energy. A dark aura spread around his body and travelled through his sword, forcing the weapon to obey him again. The movement stopped, and he finally regained control.

Azula raised an eyebrow. The man smirked. "Did you think I would allow you to control my weapon so easily?"

He rushed toward her again, his sword moved with the full force of his demon power. Azula quickly raised her black sword to block the attack, and the two blades collided with a loud sound.

The impact forced both of them backward.

Neither looked injured. Azula moved first, swinging her sword toward his shoulder. The man blocked it and countered with an attack aimed at her waist. She turned her body and avoided the blade before striking his arm.

He quickly moved away.

For someone who depended on his demon strength, he was surprisingly skilled with a sword. He didn’t waste his movements, and every attack was strong enough to force Azula to defend herself.

He raised his sword and attacked again. Azula blocked his first strike, but the second one caught her by surprise. He used his strength to push her backward, forcing her to lose her balance. Before she could recover, he struck her sword with enough force to send her crashing to the ground.

Her back hit the floor. The man immediately raised his weapon.

"You’re finished!" He brought the sword down toward her chest, but Azula quickly raised her black sword and blocked it.

The two weapons collided above her.

The man’s expression turned serious as he pressed harder, trying to force the blade through her defence. Azula used both hands to hold her sword, but his demon strength was making it difficult for her to move.

He was much stronger than she had expected. Azula gritted her teeth. She tried to push him away, but he only increased the pressure. His sword moved closer to her chest, and she could feel the sharp edge pressing against the black blade protecting her.

The man smiled when he noticed her struggling. "Now you understand the difference between us."

Azula was beginning to feel the pressure in her arms, and her strength was not enough to push him away. If she continued fighting him like this, he would eventually overpower her.

The man suddenly leaned forward, using more of his demon power.

His sword pressed harder against hers.

Azula’s arms trembled as she tried to hold him back. She knew she couldn’t allow his weapon to reach her chest, so she slowly released one hand from her sword and placed it against the flat side of his blade.

The sharp edge was now dangerously close to her palm.

The man laughed. "Are you trying to stop my sword with your bare hand?"

Azula looked up at him. Her expression was calm, but a thin line of blood suddenly escaped from her nose.

The man noticed it. His smile disappeared.

Blood even though his sword hadn’t touched her body. The blade was still being held back by her black sword, and there was no wound on her chest.

Azula’s eyes slowly changed.

She was using too much energy. Her ability wasn’t only about making weapons move. She could force a weapon to turn against its owner, but controlling a powerful demon weapon required a great amount of strength, especially when its owner was fighting back with his own energy.

The man continued pressing his sword forward, unaware of what was happening.

Azula’s lips curved into a small smile. Then, without warning, his sword suddenly trembled.

The man frowned. He tried to tighten his grip, but the weapon moved violently in his hand.

His eyes widened as the blade turned away from Azula. Before he could release it, the sword suddenly reversed its direction and drove straight toward his chest.

The sharp weapon pierced through his body and came out from his back.

His eyes widened in complete disbelief. He looked down at the sword sticking out of his chest, unable to understand how his own weapon had betrayed him.

How could that be possible?

He used his demon power to control it. He had even forced Azula to the ground and nearly defeated her. Yet, in the end, his own sword had turned against him.

His knees weakened, and he slowly fell forward.

Azula pushed herself up from the ground tiredly. She wiped the blood beneath her nose with her thumb, looking at the man lying lifelessly before her. she has lost 70 percent of her energy!