Overgeared

Demonkin meant all those born with intelligence in hell. The appearance and tendency of each species were different, so they rarely co-existed. The only thing they had in common was that they were born with demonic energy.

Demonic energy was an energy that intervened in and strengthened both matter and magic power. It wasn't an exaggeration to describe it as a source of power. This was why the value of the demonkin was determined in proportion to the quality and amount of demonic energy.

The red species—a demonkin species that created red dokkaebi fire according to their change in mood. The overall appearance was similar to that of humans. In many cases, they worked as technical experts in neutral areas due to their excellent dexterity. Hell's only blacksmith, Helmis, was a typical representative of the red species. However, most of the red species didn't receive good treatment. Their innate magic power was inferior to demonic creatures, so they were discriminated against and despised.

Zepar was born in the red species and he was used to the cold treatment. He had no good memories in his younger days. He was born as an underdog in a society where the weak were trampled on.

It was Sword Demon Iyarugt who gave him dreams and hopes. Iyarugt was from a lower ranked demonkin species like himself, but he gained the power to fight against great demons by honing his swordsmanship.

Zepar wanted to be like that. He did so by killing him.

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The world was red. It was the blood shed by Zepar.

'Isn't this to the extent where he should be called the Sword Saint?'

Kyle was astonished as he watched the battle and marveled. A transcendent's senses were extremely keen. The other person's gaze, breathing, muscle and ligament movements—none of that was missed as the battle was moved to the realm of foresight. This was becoming poison. Iyarugt constantly deceived Zepar's senses. Every time he wielded his sword, he would change the center of his body. He made the center of the body go against the direction of the sword and disturbed the senses of a transcendent.

Kyle, who was watching the battle from a third party perspective, could identify it. Zepar, the party involved, likely couldn't understand why he kept getting cut. This was actually reality.

'Why?' It was a situation where Zepar encountered Iyarugt the moment he came to the surface. Zepar's concentration reached its peak after he encountered his greatest enemy. The wounds he suffered against Kyle were quite large, so he couldn't afford to conserve his strength. He did his best from the beginning.

However, it was strange. He couldn't read Iyarugt's swordsmanship at all. Despite developing further over hundreds of years, he was being overwhelmed by a specter of the past, just as he was hundreds of years ago. Even now, the situation was much worse.

In the past, Zepar had the status of a great demon. The almost unlimited health sustained him. On the other hand, he was currently only a demon. It was different from the past when he could be cut by Iyarugt's sword for seven days and seven nights and still survive somehow. Now every blow was serious.

Zepar's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. Dokkaebi fire rose and hovered around him.

Iyarugt laughed at him. "You've degenerated after hundreds of years like a little bug."

"A bug is right. My origin is similar to yours."

"Kukuk, yes... You and I are no different."

It was true that Iyarugt's swordsmanship had reached a supreme point, but this was limited to just 'appearance.' A swordsmanship that made the center of the body go against the direction of the sword to deceive the opponent's eyes and senses.

This swordsmanship had a fatal weakness. It didn't carry the full power of the sword. It was natural to have less power since the sword would turn against the center of the body. The force of the sword gradually increased due to the coil every time the center was changed, but there were limits to this. It was a long way from the 'power to cut anything' like the Sword Saint's swordsmanship.

feared by countless demons and even overwhelming the hydra of the Abyss for a moment, Iyarugt had actually killed a small number of great demons. He hadn't achieved

worth discussing if it was the strongest at this level. He just had to cut the other person until they died. Zepar's flesh and bones were hard to cut. If he couldn't cut the neck or destroy the heart, he could kill Zepar with

sword rose from the bottom when it was obviously soaring from the top. He tried to react in the opposite way to what he saw, but even that was

Iyarugt—the legend of hell was

didn't expect to be unable to win after

If Zepar knew he was so weak, he

might've been expelled

being from a low-grade demonkin species. The demons acknowledged and feared Zepar's ability, but the demonic creatures were faithful to their instincts and saw Zepar's essence. Regardless of his skills and achievements, they saw

can

if it continues

wanted to escape and catch his breath, but it was impossible. The high quality swordsmanship blocked his vision and kept cutting off his

want to

He lost the power in the end, but it wasn't so bad. He achieved his dream of being like Iyarugt. This was enough. He killed Iyarugt and became the only sword

had promised to connect him with Baal. He could become a real noble by being Baal's subordinate. He didn't think he would lose his life

the

are still the same. You have many stray thoughts when you meet Iyarugt.

across the battlefield. Dozens of ghosts appeared from the portal and lined both sides of the red carpet. The world held its breath. It was because all 30 ghosts with different shapes had golden

king of the

Gamigin, the death penalty will be paused for at

soldier state, you can't

die in the soul soldier state or the duration of the status ends. Additionally, the soul has been hit hard and you won't be able to resurrect for

fast and strong. No one can stop Gamigin from

the forgotten heroes will

a horse while the upper

bring death to Iyarugt.

head. Your sword is very strong when

joke that if Iyarugt and Zepar's talent were combined into one, a Sword Saint would've been born in hell. Iyarugt's swordsmanship was high

with me like we used

was as stiff as a statue.

"Gamigin!"

he didn't rush forward. Rather, he stepped back. It was instinct. Even if a cat sharpened its claws, it wouldn't be able to hurt the

light fell beside him. It was

A cold voice calmed the seething atmosphere of the battlefield. "I want

Gamigin. There was deep hatred in it. He couldn't forgive it when he saw Grid's servant

Step.

had dignity—it was aristocratic. The lack of wrinkles on

as he stared at the silver-haired man. "You...? Are you