The Berserk Demon that used its ws was much faster than when it wielded a weapon, and Lancelot was unable to dodge in time, only able to swing his sword toward the demon''s ws.
At the moment of collision, Lancelot''s wrist twisted slightly, rotating the longsword in his hand half a turn, so that what met the toad-like ws was the sword de instead of the back.
There was a squelch as all four fingers of the Berserk Demon''s right w were severed. But Lancelot didn''t pause, his longsword drawing a half-circle in the air, cleanly severing the wrist of the other w that the demon swung at him.
However, the Berserk Demon had already entered a Berserk State; its limbs didn''t stop for a second despite the horrendous injury and struck Lancelot solidly, sending the Human Knight flying.
Lancelot rolled to his feet from the ground. Although he looked quite disheveled, the w-less Berserk Demon was clearly more wounded than he was.
"Tijana will need to expand her treasury," Kailon whispered to a Fireburn Demon beside him, whose eyes were fixed on the weapon in Lancelot''s hand and silently nodded in agreement.
"Quick! Kill him for me!" Molo shouted from the side. Hatred and humiliation hadpletely taken over his reason, and although Lancelot had demonstrated the effectiveness of the Cold Iron Weapon in a very persuasive way, the male Subus now equated killing Lancelot with preserving his own dignity.
Lancelot performed a flourish with his sword, regaining his stance. However, when the weapon cut through the air, the wind resistance made him sense something wrong. He looked down to see that his longsword had started to roll at the edge, which likely meant a reduced effectiveness.
This quality is truly a shoddy product, Lancelot thought to himself. No wonder Barrend was so resistant to the idea of mass production. If he were in his ce, he certainly wouldn''t want anything to do with something that rolls its edge after two uses.
The Berserk Demon''s eyes, once golden, were nowpletely overtaken by blood red. In its Berserk State, all it wanted was to rip its enemy to shreds. ws unusable? No problem, as long as it could grapple the guy, its mouth full of sharp teeth could bite off his head in one gulp!
The giant toad leaped at Lancelot again, its wless arms wide open, set on enclosing Lancelot in a tight embrace.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Lancelot once again used a half-turn maneuver. However, without the threat of sharp ws, he started his moveter and got even closer to his enemy.
The Berserk Demon''s bare wrists swung just above his head while Lancelot''s sword de solidly chopped into the demon''s thigh.
With a dull thud, Lancelot''s sword became stuck in the Berserk Demon''s thigh bone. Because he had controlled his strength, the blow didn''t sever the strong leg of the demon.
Lancelot immediately changed from slicing to shing, the de circling the leg bone of the Berserk Demon, severing the surrounding muscles.
Hopping to the side of the Berserk Demon, he promptly raised his own leg and kicked hard into therge gash he had just made. With a crunch, the Berserk Demon fell, its left leging off like a wheel that hade loose from a wagon.
The demon showed frightening Life Force, seemingly unfazed by the pain as it hit the ground and immediately started crawling towards Lancelot on its remaining limbs, mouth agape like a bloodthirsty piranha.
Lancelot nimbly leaped up, executing a beautiful forward somersault in mid-air,nding behind the lunging Berserk Demon. The toad-like demon, with almost no neck, couldn''t look up and had to twist its body in an attempt to turn around as fast as it could.
But Lancelot was faster. His longsword swung out, urately chopping into the other healthy thigh of the Berserk Demon. He also carefully used the other side of the de that he had used to chop the left leg before.
The de wedged again into the thigh bone of the Berserk Demon, and the edge was severely bent. Lancelot directly chopped his foot down onto the curled de.
With a crisp snap, the right leg of the Berserk Demon was severed cleanly at the root.
The terrible pain finally reached an extent not even the frenzy of the Demons could suppress. The Berserk Demon opened its mouth wide and let out an earth-shaking scream.
But Lancelot thrust his sword again, forcing the mouth that emitted the grating scream to shut firmly. The tip prated just above the nostrils of the Berserk Demon, through the mouth and tongue, and out the bottom of the jaw, pinning the mutted toad that had lost both legs and ws firmly to the ground.
The Berserk Demon struggled violently, but that only made the wound growrger; without ws, its arms couldn''t grasp the de, iling in vain instead.
Great amounts of blood and pus flowed across the ground, followed by a wave of intense stench. Lancelot stood to the side with his arms crossed, watching as the body that was once the Berserk Demon slowly ceased its thrashing, and the surroundings grew silent.
"p, p, p, p."
Timely apuse broke the silence in the air. The one pping was Kailon, the six-fingered prince. Raised in the famous Silver Pce of Zerata, he had witnessed all manner of battles and ughter, but the one he just saw could rank in the top ten for its splendidness.
The skill disyed by this Human was unmatched in brilliance,cking only in strength, but no matter, the Demons had ways to grant mortals power.
However, he nced at the beautiful figure on the throne, realizing the likelihood of taking this male under his wing was slim; after all, he didn''t have a face that turned all heads, or 36F pectoral muscles, nor would he likely strut about in a thong daily.
"What a splendid battle. This Warrior, I wonder now..." Kailon still spoke up. Tijana had said this man was a mercenary, meaning that as long as the price was right, it wasn''t impossible to employ him.
"Cough, cough!"
Lancelot suddenly let out a violent cough, quickly covering his mouth with his hand. Under the astonished gazes of others, he slowly removed his hand, and everyone could see a deep red in his palm, as if he had suffered a severe internal injury.
"Ahahaha!"
Inappropriateughter echoed; Lancelot turned his head in dissatisfaction to look at Tijana—what are you doing,ughing at this juncture!
Tijana returned his gaze expressionlessly; theughter had arisen inside his own head.
"I''m fine!" Lancelot quickly wiped his hand on the front of his breastte, leaving a conspicuous red stain. "I can still fight! Lord Molo, do you have any more mountain crystals?"
"Yes! Loads of them!" Moloughed angrily, tossing out three Upper Grade Spirit Stones worth of mountain crystals while bellowing arrogantly, "How about bringing several at a time, would that work?"