"Boom!"

Mylos was blown into the air, vomiting a mouthful of his blood as he crashed into the ceiling. After a few seconds on the ceiling, the dropped down to the ground, landing on his bloodied face.

His opponent was no better shape, it's face not looking any better than Mylos'. One of it's arm had been torn off during their exchange, but was slowly growing back out whilst the wounds all over his body healed.

"Heh… Hehe… Hehehe."

Mylos stood to his feet, clenching his hands into fists as he kept his head bowed to the ground. The aura he was emitting had turned cold, his maniacal laughter growing to fill the entire room, his shoulder jerking up and down.

"What's so funny?" The other demon's arm grew back completely, and he began moving his fingers to assure they were healed completely, "Your sister is busy with a few decoys. She'll come to meet your dead body."

The demon smirked. They had been fighting for quite a while now, and he believed Mylos to be at his limit. Not only was he regenerating much more slowly than before, he was also a tad bit slower in movement and reactions.

"I'll be the one to kill you. Like I said earlier, you cannot defeat me without your blade. Your barehanded skills is nothing short of pathetic." The demon boy laughed as all his wounds were completely healed, "There might be a sliver of salvation for you, if you show your true form."

True form? A form he was not supposed to reveal even if his life was in danger? A form that only the father had the power to grant him permission for use? Mylos stares at the demon feeling insulted.

After a few seconds, the initial insult amused Mylos and his expression twisted. The more he thought about what the demon said, the funnier it began to sound to Mylos.

"Hahaha!" Mylos burst into a louder laugh, throwing his head back as his eyes began emitting a bright light, "I'm quite shocked by how dumb you low bloods are! There's no way that you could defeat me, half-blood."

Before the demon could react, Mylos dashed forward in the blink of an eye as always. This time, his speed wasn't even close in comparison to what it was before, reaching over a dozen times faster than the usual.

"Huh?" The demon blinked in shock, but was too late in defending itself from Mylos. Before it could even react, Mylos had palmed him on the chest. He didn't even see when Mylos had reached his out his hand, "Impossi—"

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“Boom!”

Dark runes floated around Mylos' hands, circulating in a loop before the demon's chest area. As the runes came to a slowing halt, time froze: Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the demon felt his insides churn from the attack.

“Boom!”

Following the palm attack, came an explosion which was powerful enough to send a massive shockwave following it's wake, shattering the glass walls and blowing up glass materials in the environment.

The demon was blown away after the successful attack, it's abdomen caved in. Crashing into the thinck wall, it created a crater with it's back, breaking his spine from the collision as he bleed through his orifices.

"Demon art? No, that's not it... What was that, what did you do just now? How did you do that? Answer me!"

Mylos flexed his fingers, his eyes gleaming in a crazed light as he stood without giving pursuit. He chuckled a second later, dropping his hand and opening his mouth to speak, "It is similar to what humans call “mana”. The demonic energy I possess fuelled that attack."

"Mana?" The demon felt as if all his internals got blown up from that attack, losing the feelings in the lower part of his body. He was stunned, not knowing things would end up like this, "Fascinating, how strong it is."

"Indeed. With just some slight demon energy drawn out of my body, I manipulated the space around your body, creating a explosion by warping the decompression air around your chest." Mylos felt glad within himself.

"I see. No wonder you had to touch me instead of just throwing an attack from afar. The amount of air that is between point of contact between us must be minimal for optimal results, huh?" The demon asked, knowing the answer to the question, but wanting to confirm.

"Indeed." Mylos chuckled. He waved his hands lazily, an iota of relent flashed in his eyes. He didn't want to end it so easily, but hearing that his sibling was also forced into battle gave him a very weird feeling in his heart.

Mylos turned to the demon and pointed, watching as it reverted back to it's more human form. Mylos noticed it was now difficult for the demon to retain that form due to the amount of blood it was losing.

"You'll die soon."

The demon lowered it's head to look at it's body. There was not a shred of guilt reflected in his hidden gaze nor being emitted from his body. He didn't even feel pain in the areas where he was supposed to hurt.

"I see."

Mylos walked past the demon, through the hole in the wall he'd created and to his bed. He stuffed as much as he could into his backpack, then returned the rest to the bag he'd gotten from the shop.

He didn't bother himself with the demon anymore. He had blown up a number of important organs from that one blow, and knew it was impossible for the demon to regenerate them easily.

Even if it survived. Mylos had been careful not to reveal any crucial information, like his inability to get KOed or any specific information about his goals. He made sure to keep his flex on his skill as brief as possible too.

Just to be sure, Mylos walked back to the demon to see it no longer struggling. It's breathing had grew weak and it's eyes look dead enough for Mylos. For him to be on the safe side, Mylos cleaved the head with his sword.

Watching the head roll over to the side, and the body become even weaker. Mylos remained stoic, he'd done worse than this even as a child. It was a measure to take so he could be sure nothing would bite him tomorrow.

Mylos sheathed his sword, then began walking away. Of course, he was going to use the front door. Although the body would be discovered, measly humans and their pathetic weapons could do little to nothing to him.

"Heh... Kill me? Hehe."