SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts

Booom!

Bang!!

The barren landscape echoed with the chaotic sounds of battle as Damon, Anaya, and Daveon engaged their demonic opponents.

Each had their own unique style, reflecting their personalities and strengths. Damon fought with relentless aggression, Anaya with calculated precision and magic, while Daveon displayed a subtle and manipulative approach, his twin daggers moving with deadly grace.

Daveon’s fight was unlike the others. Where Damon relied on pressure and Anaya on magical ingenuity, Daveon’s battle was a masterclass in manipulation.

His every move seemed designed not just to harm his opponent but to control the flow of the fight entirely.

His demon opponent, a snarling Grade Six beast with elongated claws and jagged teeth, lunged at him, swiping at his head with murderous intent.

Instead of dodging, Daveon calmly raised his daggers, catching the attack on the flat sides of his blades.

Clang!!

Sparks flew as claws scraped against steel, but Daveon’s expression remained serene.

The demon growled in frustration, pulling back to strike again. Daveon allowed himself a faint smile, his eyes calculating every movement.

“Come on,” he muttered under his breath. “Let’s see how predictable you are.”

The demon lunged again, this time aiming for Daveon’s torso. As if anticipating the move, Daveon pivoted to the side, his dagger slicing upward in a clean arc.

The blade moved so quickly that the demon didn’t immediately realize what had happened.

A second later, its severed hand hit the ground.

The demon let out a deafening roar of pain, clutching the stump where its wrist used to be. Black blood sprayed across the cracked ground, but Daveon didn’t flinch. He pressed forward, forcing the demon to retreat as he controlled the fight with an almost clinical precision.

“You’re not very smart, are you?” Daveon mused, his tone calm.

The demon, fueled by rage, channeled its essence into a desperate attack. Its remaining claw glowed with dark energy as it slashed at Daveon, sending a wave of essence hurtling toward him.

But Daveon had seen it coming. He sidestepped gracefully, the essence attack missing him by inches and carving a jagged scar into the ground.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” he said, his smirk widening.

Daveon’s strategy was clear. He wasn’t just fighting to win—he was studying the demon’s movements, learning its patterns and reactions.

Each attack he deflected, each counter he landed, added to his understanding of the creature’s behavior.

The demon, now missing one hand, lunged again in a wild attempt to bite him. Daveon moved with swift precision, ducking under the attack and slashing at its remaining wrist.

The blade bit deep, severing the second hand with the same surgical efficiency as the first.

Kareeeii!

The demon screeched in pain, stumbling back, disarmed and desperate. Its furious screeches filled the air as it flailed uselessly, trying to attack with nothing but its teeth.

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“That was a dumb move.” Daveon sighed, raising one dagger as the creature lunged at him in a final act of defiance.

With a single, decisive motion, he sliced through its neck. The demon’s head hit the ground with a dull thud, its body collapsing a moment later.

Daveon flicked the black blood off his daggers, his expression calm and unreadable.

Damon, who had finished his fight moments earlier, turned to see Daveon wiping his blades clean.

His own battle had been intense but straightforward. His relentless attacks had left his demon opponent little room to counter, and the fight had ended when Damon drove his sword upward through the demon’s jaw, the blade piercing its skull.

“That took long enough,” Damon said, raising an eyebrow at Daveon.

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“Sure you did,” Damon replied, smirking at his teammate.

Anaya, meanwhile, had already moved on to her second opponent. Her bracelets continued to protect her with shimmering barriers that activated instinctively against every strike the demon threw at her.

“I’m already on my second,” she called out to the boys, her tone teasing. “Better hurry up, or I’ll be the one to take the last one.”

Damon and Daveon exchanged a glance. Both of them smirked, the competitive fire in their eyes reigniting.

“You heard her,” Damon said, gripping his sword tightly. “Let’s catch up.”

Daveon sighed, rolling his shoulders. “Alright, no more playing around or Miss Leana might scold us after.”

“Damn right!” Ex-General Leana shouted from the side where she continued to play with three demons.

“There you go.” Daveon shrugged as he turned to Damon.

They shared a subtle smile and then both of them moved.

The second round of battles began with a renewed intensity. Damon and Daveon each faced a new demon, leaving the last one for Leana.

Damon’s second fight was faster than his first. He pushed his opponent relentlessly, his strikes coming harder and faster with each passing moment.

The demon tried to counter, but Damon’s experience and aggression overwhelmed it.

Within minutes, he landed the killing blow, his sword slicing through its chest in a clean, brutal arc.

Daveon, true to his word, abandoned his methodical approach in favor of speed. He moved aggressively, his daggers flashing as he targeted the demon’s joints and vital points.

The creature barely had time to react before Daveon’s blades found their mark, and it crumpled to the ground in defeat.

As Daveon stood over his fallen opponent, Damon turned to him, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“That was… fast,” Damon said.

Daveon sheathed his daggers, his expression calm. “I got tired of dragging it out.”

Damon narrowed his eyes. “Or maybe you just wanted the reward.”

Daveon’s lips twitched into a grin. “That might’ve been a factor.”

Damon exhaled sharply, his competitive streak flaring. He turned back to his fight, determined to finish off his opponent quickly.

By the time they regrouped, the tension between Damon and Daveon had turned into a playful rivalry. Leana, watching from the sidelines, couldn’t help but chuckle at their antics.

“One more left,” Damon said, glancing at the final demon.

Leana stepped forward, her tone light but challenging. “Careful now. If you don’t finish it quickly, Daveon might swoop in and take it for himself.”

Damon smirked, his grip tightening on his sword. “Not a chance.”