The Supreme Satanic System

“Don’t ya turn your back on me, bastard!”  Caprio interrupted the moment, roaring in anger and attacking Zokaka with a vertical slash from his red broadsword. Zokaka dodged it successfully by leaping backward. It did not stop Caprio from attacking, as he continued to slice Zokaka at various angles and intricately, trying to force him into a defensive situation. Caprio continued his strong offensive stance before he was exhausted for the next five minutes. He used everything with his sword skills but failed to even cut a single hair as Zokaka kept swerving at the last moment using his Ninja Movement Skill.

Moving back, Caprio pummeled his heavy broadsword on the ground and panted heavily, gasping for breath.

“Is that all you got?” Zokaka said, waving his head. “I thought you would put up some fight. Tch! What a disappointment.”

“Hmm, don’t give me that crap. You’re the one who has been running all this time. Be ready to meet your maker.” Caprio splattered nastily. Then, he raised his red broadsword in the air and started chanting a spell as he directed his purple lightning Chi inside his body into his hands and infused unceasingly into the weapon. As a result, a thick sizzling lightning bolt was bolted from its tip and it began to transform into a thunderbird while absorbing a large amount of radical ionized energies from the air. And within a minute, a gigantic thunderbird twice the size abruptly about an adult bull, materialized while hovering in the air. Yes, it was much bigger than the earlier thunderbird that he used against Prince Levi Dunberbun.

The crowd was amazed by its size. Still, none of them uttered even a single word of praise as they all were rooting for their Seventh prince. They believed in him and looked forward to how he was going to deal with it.

“See that! That’s the ultimate form of my Thunderbird. And now it’s going to end your miserable life. Ya can thank me later from hell.” Caprio spat. Then waving his weapon toward Zokaka, he bellowed: “Go and eat that piece of shit!!” Then under his mental energy control, the Thunderbird chirped and flew high above in the sky and soared down plummeting in a straight line.  𝑂𝑣𝐥xt.𝐂𝗈𝐦

Seeing the Seventh prince still standing pensively, the crowd gets worried about him. Even King Ragnar stood up and tried to warn him. However, Queen Kudini Lavabane touched his hand and said with a smile, “It’s just a match. Your majesty, please don’t make a scene. My nephew knows exactly what he is doing. And if you step forward now then, the other princes might take it the wrong way, no?”

King Ragnar grumbled and sat back feeling dissatisfied. He was about to say something but looking around at the masses and then at the other princes, he resigned after a sign. This gave Queen Kudini a brilliant smile.

Amidst all the worry, Damien uttered under his breath, “Oh, the boy is about to use that technique. Still, it’s a risky move. Alright, let’s see then.”

Unknown to everyone, Prince Zokaka had been unlocking his dantian by breathing in a particular set of exercises according to Lightning Cannon Technique. By that time, he saw the gigantic purple beast was just a few meters away, he cried, “Ninja Movement Technique!” and his figure flickered and appeared before his opponent gave a kick to his head. Pak! 

Yes, it was the perfect opportunity as Caprio was trying his best to control his Purple thunderbird, but he was left unguarded. Losing control, the thunder beast disoriented and struck hard on the arena. Bang! The stadium was shocked and a thick cloud of dust and dirt covered the Seventh arena. People were trying hard to guess what happened to the two competitors on the stage as some of them with pretty good eyesight happened to have a glimpse of Zokaka landing a perfect kick on Caprio’s face. 

The purple thunderbird crashed, missing its target. What happened? 

Contrary to everyone’s wondering look, Damien smirked and said, “Success! Hahaha, attaboy!”

Yes, when the veil of thick dust settled, everyone witnessed a glance of purple electricity disappearing near Zokaka’s right palm stretching forward. From the north-western corner of the arena, Caprio stood up glaring at Zokaka. “Daring to sneak such an attack. Hmph, what a spineless bastard!” he spat.

Grinning widely, Zokaka retorted, “Oh give me a break. What logic is that? Do you expect me to wait for your whatever bird and fight it? Hahaha, go tell that to your father. Not here.”

He continued, “Also, keep in mind that we’re opponents here. So, come at me with all you got…because after that I’ll separate your soul from your body.”

Throughout his life, growing up in the Lavabane Dwarf Kingdom, nobody had talked to Caprio like this before. As a bright child, everywhere he went he had been the constant source of praise from everyone whether it was his status, martial skills, and his looks. But, today, he heard the hymn of raining praises for his opponent by all the crowd. He could still hold in considering that they were just singing for their prince. However, what made him enraged was that he failed utterly against this prince whom everyone calls worthless. He utilized every trick he comprehended and even his thunderbird was rendered useless, leaving an opening for his opponent.

Brainstorming hard, he finally made his decision to use the forbidden blade style of his royal family, the Lavabane Demonic Style! There was repercussion for using this style as this style was not called ‘forbidden’ not just for the namesake. He might die if he failed to execute until the very end. And even if he succeeds he may bedridden for months. 

Breathing in and out deeply, Caprio warned, “Bastard, I’ll make sure to end your life today.” 

“Oh, I’m very scared. Hahaha, I’m looking forward to it.” Zokaka said, making fun of him and trying to further provoke him. 

This time, while beaming, Caprio made a series of hand seals and then he continued with strange chants that sounded ghostly. The ceremony continued as from time to time, he would spit blood on his blade. Gradually, multiple, jointed series of miniature sigils of the union of purple lightning his blood appeared, glimmering beautifully taking the breath of everyone watching it.

“Huh! The kid even knows this forbidden skill of the Lavabane clan. I must stop him before it further escalates.” King Ragnar muttered and was about to take action.

“My king, please don’t. Look around, all of your subjects and even those foreign delegates are here. If you stop my nephew now then, everyone will look down on our Mountain Smashing Dwarf kingdom.” Queen Kudini said meticulously. Then, pointing at Damien, she further added. “Look at the giant. Even his teacher is not worried about him at all. So, why are you working up about it? If this continues then other princes might mistake it as preferential treatment. No?”

Clenching his hand tightly, the King seated back again.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to everyone, Damien had been studying ins and outs of the forbidden technique by scanning through Caprio’s body. ‘Oh, what an interesting offensive technique! Even though there are still some flaws. Well, I should warn my Shadow slave.’

Then sending out a telepathic voice signal, and projecting it, Damien mused: “Listen up! His next technique is like an explosive bomb. Just use the technique and finish him already… Don’t you just wait?”