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.

was a lack of conclusive power. Despite being 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 much, so his status was relatively low

He just had to cut the other person until they died. Zepar's flesh and bones were hard to cut. If

adapt to it at all. The sword flew from the left when it was obviously flying from the right or the sword rose from the bottom when it was obviously soaring

of

be unable to win after hundreds

was so weak, he

might've been expelled by the throne,

won. He had been ranked 13th, but he couldn't keep his position. It was because the demonic creatures despised him as 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 low quality demonic energy and bared their teeth. Therefore, he lost

can never be

die if it

impossible. The high quality swordsmanship blocked his vision and

don't want

and grasped power for a while. 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

the power he lost. Chepardea 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

as the scared Zepar was

the same. You have many stray thoughts when you

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

the king of the dead who rules the souls,

power over the souls of the dead. If you die to Gamigin, the death penalty will be paused for

soldier state,

die in the soul soldier state or the duration of the status

are fast and strong. No

forgotten heroes will defend

was a horse while the upper body

bring death

I will play with Iyarugt, so empty your head. Your sword is very strong when you abandon

a Sword Saint would've been born in hell. Iyarugt's swordsmanship was high quality technique, while Zepar's swordsmanship was

me like

she stared at Iyarugt, who was as stiff as a statue. This time, she was determined to collect

"Gamigin!"

giving off, 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 skin of an elephant. It was difficult for Iyarugt

was feeling intimidated when a light fell beside him. It was the

calmed the seething atmosphere

not Gamigin. There was deep hatred in it. He couldn't forgive it

Step.

was aristocratic. The lack of wrinkles on his clothes further emphasized his

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