11-DEATH'S HAND

When the silver spear pierced Swain's shoulder, Swain writhed in pain.

The spear had gone deep and if Swain's barrier hadn't slowed down the spear, it could have split Swain in two.

Swain knelt on one knee and looked at Scar with a forced smile on his face.

"You tricked me." Swain said, keeping his smile.

"I did, yes, but I must say you reacted very well. If you hadn't strengthened your barrier at the last moment, my spear would have cut you in half." Scar said. The serious expression on his face had completely disappeared and was replaced by a smug and arrogant smile.

"Hahahahaha, I can't believe I was tricked by a lizard man." Swain said, giggling.

Swain's face, although smiling, was badly injured and he could barely breathe.

Swain hadn't noticed, but Scar had been controlling his power since the beginning of the fight.

The reason for this was that Swain's barrier was adjusted according to Scar's power.

Swain's demon energy reserve was limited and he tried to save demon energy by lowering his barrier according to Scar's power.

Scar kept his power low, making Swain create a weaker barrier, and in his final attack, he used all his power to break Swain's weak barrier.

If Swain hadn't suspected and strengthened his barrier at the last moment, he would be dead now.

In short, Swain had been tricked by Scar from the start of the fight.

*How did I fall for this?* Swain asked himself, seriously.

Although he had a smile on his face, he was thinking of how to get out of this situation.

There was actually a way, but Swain didn't want to use it.

*If I use it, I have a very high chance of dying!* Swain thought, anxiously.

*If I don't use it, I will definitely die!* Swain thought, desperately.

Scar smiled when he saw that Swain wasn't talking and was looking at him absent-mindedly.

"What's wrong Asgardian? Is your life flashing before your eyes?" Scar said, mockingly. His words were dripping with smugness and arrogance.

"Your mistake was to think of me as the other lizard men. I'm different from them! I'M POWERFUL!" Scar said, proudly.

As he said these words, the smile on his face made Scar look like a madman.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"

"I... haha-I... I'm so sorry"

Swain laughed as if he had heard a very funny joke.

Scar frowned when he saw Swain laughing.

"What's so funny Asgardian?" Scar asked, angrily.

Swain stopped his laughter and looked at Scar with a smile.

"I find it very funny that a lizard man is so smug and arrogant. Actually, I have no idea why lizard men are arrogant, after all they are very weak." Swain said, mockingly. He had a sarcastic expression on his face.

Scar was enraged when he heard Swain's words and decided that it was time to kill him.

Scar pulled the spear out of Swain's shoulder and lifted the spear in the air and looked at Swain.

"What are your last words Asgardian?" Scar asked, mercilessly.

"I don't know, I've never thought about it and I can tell you that these will definitely not be my last words." Swain said, bravely.

"What are you talking about? You are badly injured and your life is in my hands." Scar said.

"Apparently you're not that smart. This is called stalling, you idiot." Swain said, smiling.

Scar frowned when he heard these words and swung his spear down quickly but it was too late.

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Swain had been shaping the demon energy inside him for a long time and was preparing for the spell he was about to do.

He had never used this spell before. In fact, this spell was only theoretical and Swain was thinking of trying it when he got stronger.

According to Swain's estimates, this spell would consume an incredible amount of demon energy and if he wanted to continue this spell, he had to have a large reserve of demon energy.

The logic of this spell was quite easy. Swain's demon energy was gathered on the left side of his chest and was very close to his severed left arm.

In fact, Scar's spear would almost reach the place where the demon energy reserve was. Swain didn't know what would happen when this happened. Would the attack pass through the energy or damage the demon energy?

This was a question for later.

Swain's demon energy was close to his severed left arm and Swain would try to create an arm made of demon energy by using almost all of his demon energy reserves.

The arm formed by demon energy would work like a normal arm and would contain all the nerves and muscles.

Swain's demon energy could not leave his body unless he had a tool and if Swain used parts of his body, the demon energy would harm him.

Thanks to this spell, Swain would have a left arm and with this left arm, he would be able to control the demon energy freely.

This would greatly increase Swain's combat power.

Of course, these were just theories. Swain had only thought of this spell, he had never tried to use it. The reason for this was that it was very risky.

At best, the spell would work and Swain's combat power would increase greatly.

At worst, using so much demon energy at once would kill him or cripple him forever.

Swain had almost taken control of all the demon energy and suddenly directed it to his left shoulder.

As the demon energy flowed to his left shoulder, time seemed to slow down. The silver spear flying towards him in the air slowed down and almost came to a stop.

Meanwhile, Swain's attention was focused on recreating his left arm. When the demon energy reached his left shoulder and flowed out, Swain began to reshape his left arm using the demon energy.

This process required an incredible amount of focus. Indeed, it was very difficult to use an uncontrollable and destructive energy like demon energy to create veins and muscles.

This process also required an incredible amount of pain resistance.

Bones, veins, muscles were reformed and this process was very painful.

As time passed, the demon energy on Swain's left shoulder began to take shape and finally formed an arm.

The newly formed arm emitted an incredibly ominous aura and looked very scary.

The color of Swain's newly formed arm was made up of shades of red and black.

The red and black energy on his arm was spreading around and it looked like it was barely maintaining its physical form.

Swain's fingers on his left hand were very long and thin and there were sharp, long nails at the tips of his fingers.

These nails were black and looked very dangerous.

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"You're wasting your time! You will die by my hands today!" Scar shouted.

Swain felt that most of his demon energy reserve had disappeared when his left arm was fully formed. As long as his left arm existed, he would continue to consume demon energy.

*I have to be quick. Death Hand consumes too much demon energy and I have to kill Scar before the reserves run out* Swain thought. He had named this spell Death Hand.

When Swain lifted his left hand in the air, a barrier appeared in front of Scar's thrown silver spear.

When the barrier and the silver spear collided, the barrier shook but managed to suppress the power of the spear.

"How?" Scar asked in astonishment.

Swain had to speak to cast spells throughout their fight, but now he had cast a spell without speaking.

Swain did not answer this question and swung his left hand quickly, creating a large claw mark on Scar's chest.

"AAAGGGGHHHH!" Scar moaned in pain.

Swain's nails had cut his skin like a razor when they touched his flesh.

Also, Scar felt like his power was being drained.

*Did I just suck his life energy?*

He felt that the big wound on his shoulder had healed a little when he hit Scar.

"Nice!" Swain said and attacked Scar.

When Swain got close enough to Scar, he swung his spear trying to cut his neck.

Scar woke up from his astonishment and blocked Swain's attack with his own spear.

"Having another arm doesn't change anything! You will die by my hands!" Scar said angrily and kicked Swain in the stomach, pushing him away from himself.

Thus, the fight between them heated up even more. Scar didn't hide his power this time and used every bit of it. The silver spear was moving like a wind and was making a new attack every second.

Swain was barely dodging these attacks and was injuring Scar with his nails whenever he had a chance.

Swain had already dropped his spear and was fighting with his fists. His left arm healed the big wound on his shoulder quickly every time he injured Scar.

Time passed quickly and after five minutes Scar was in a helpless situation.

There were deep claw marks all over his body and he was barely standing.

Swain's big wound on his shoulder had stopped bleeding and had scabbed.

"I'll... kill you" Scar said forcibly and threw his silver spear.

Swain smiled when he saw this and looked at the silver spear coming towards him with a relaxed expression.

Swain lifted his left hand and quickly grabbed the silver spear coming towards him and pulled it with all his strength and snatched it from Scar's hand.

"no!" Scar shouted. Actually, he had barely shouted and there was no deterrence in this shout.

Swain looked at Scar with a smile on his face.

"Where did your smugness go?" he said, giggling and swung the silver spear in his hand.

The silver spear moved quickly and tore off one of Scar's arms.

"AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH! damn it!" Scar moaned.

Swain didn't care about his pain and threw the silver spear to the ground and stood in front of Scar.

Swain looked into Scar's eyes for the last time.

"Power requires will" Swain said and thrust his left arm into Scar's chest with all his strength.

Swain's left arm came out of his back with Scar's heart. During this time, Scar couldn't even scream in pain.

When Swain pulled his arm out of Scar's chest, Scar's body loosened and fell to the ground lifelessly.

"Your soul is mine!" Swain said, licking his lips and swallowed Scar's soul.

Swain lifted his head with a big smile on his face and fixed his hair that came in front of his eyes with his hand.

"He fought well" he whispered.

When Swain lowered his head and looked around, he saw no living lizard men. The houses around were swallowed by red flames.

"that's enough" he muttered.

When Swain said these words, the red flames around him went out as if they had never been there.

"My wound on my shoulder is almost healed. I just need a few more lizard men" Swain said and headed for the exit of the village.

When Swain did this, he saw something that would make him very happy. There were fifteen stunned lizard men in front of him, looking at him and the destroyed village.

"You came back just in time" Swain said with a big smile on his face. He looked very scary when his blood and ominous left arm came into play.

The lizard men who had left the village to hunt had returned, but there were no families or friends waiting for them. The only thing waiting for them was a demon.