Mushoku Tensei: Reincarnated as a Beast Race-Chapter 152 - Clash of Titans

Ghislaine stared with serious eyes at the massive, imposing figure of Badigadi, the Demon King.

Badigadi crossed his arms and let out a laugh:

"You're the wife of the Red Wolf? Lwis told me about you... said you also have a Magical Power Eye!"

Ghislaine remained stern, not changing her expression:

"I do. But I still can't control it completely. Rygar is helping me with that."

"Hahahaha! I see! Controlling those things is tough!" replied Badigadi, in his usual carefree tone. "So let's go!"

As he had done in the previous fights, the Demon King adopted a receptive stance, ready to take the first blow.

But Ghislaine... simply stood there. In a draw stance, watching calmly.

"Hoh? You're the first not to strike first. Hahahahahaha! Well then, here I go!"

Badigadi exploded forward with incredible speed, his thick legs breaking the ground with a devastating surge.

For a brief moment, it seemed he would reach Ghislaine easily. But then, she vanished.

"Huh?"

Before he could react, a red blade gleamed dangerously toward his torso.

Instinctively, the Demon King twisted his body to the side, narrowly avoiding being split in two by Hiramune. Ghislaine had appeared behind him like a lightning bolt.

She had executed the Wild Dash with absolute perfection and, using it, performed an instantaneous attack technique of the Beast God Style called Savage Slash.

It was like a serpent's strike or a predator's leap: fast, unpredictable, explosive.

Although it lacked the absurd penetration of the Longsword of Light, the Savage Slash was extremely lethal and could be executed from almost any position.

Badigadi suffered a deep cut in his torso but didn't seem to mind. Before he could recover, Ghislaine launched herself again.

She attacked like a wild, relentless beast, blending Beast God Style movements with powerful cuts from the Sword God Style.

Badigadi laughed loudly as he blocked or dodged the deadliest strikes, but the smaller cuts and lacerations quickly accumulated on his body.

"BWAAHAHAHAHAHA! The level is REALLY rising!"

Despite his joy, the Demon King was struggling.

Ghislaine was incredibly fast. Her movements could barely be followed by the naked eye.

Her trained bestial senses, combined with the Wild Dash and a heightened sixth sense, let her predict each lunge of Badigadi.

This was the Prediction technique of the Beast God Style.

She moved freely across the battlefield, as if the very terrain were her domain.

With each attempted strike from the Demon King, Ghislaine had already changed position.

At every opening, she drove her red blade home with murderous precision. And with the Longsword of Light, even Badigadi's legendary regenerative ability was put to the test.

His wounds mounted, and more than once Ghislaine almost cleaved him in half. The auras of both combatants spread across the arena.

The fight was even more intense than the previous ones against Clint and Timothy. Where Badigadi had been in control before, he was now being pushed onto the defensive.

Ghislaine was a storm of claws and steel. An incarnate hurricane.

At the side of the arena, Gall Farion commented to Rygar, still watching the combat, "She's doing better than Clint; her style seems useful."

"And even so, that guy regenerates all the time—he'll be great for testing the efficiency of some techniques..." Rygar replied, still focused on the fight.

The battlefield was already covered in deep cracks. Fissures from Badigadi's attacks ran through the walls and the floor.

Each clash between them seemed to threaten the structure of the arena.

Even so, Badigadi was not an opponent to be underestimated. His fighting style was brutal and adaptive.

He watched, learned, and reacted with surprising speed.

Rygar was constantly observing the demon. Even without using his Magic Eye, he was completely focused.

After so many consecutive fights, he had already formed an estimate of his level: probably near a high-level Northern Emperor.

But his immortality and regeneration made him an almost unbeatable foe in direct confrontation.

Ghislaine, on the other hand, was a Sword Emperor and a Beast King. Her refined movement and her ability to read bodies made her nearly untouchable.

She had received only a few glancing blows, and none directly.

This was, without a doubt, the most intense fight of the day.

Rygar still watched without blinking. Besides observing the demon, he wanted to see the Beast God Style in action in someone else's hands.

And Ghislaine was demonstrating it with mastery.

Rygar reflected, with conviction: if two opponents were at the same skill level, he believed no style could defeat the Beast God Style. None.

It was the most realistic. The most complete. The most brutal.

The Water God Style was refined and defensive, but lacked offense and mobility.

The Sword God Style was overwhelming, but overly direct, with little defensive capability.

The North God Style was flexible, but lacked a definitive high-level touki technique.

The Beast God Style, on the other hand, was a complete system. Movement, attack, evasion, prediction, lethality. It was cruel, savage, and efficient.

Hard to master, yes. But unbeatable in the right hands.

And Ghislaine was proving it with every blow, with every strike.

Against an immortal opponent like Badigadi, one could see how devastating this style would be against a human foe.

If it were Timothy in that arena now... he would have died many times over.

The combat continued for long minutes, intense and fierce, while everyone present watched with their mouths agape.

Each of Ghislaine's advances was like a predator's strike, and no matter how Badigadi resisted with his supernatural regeneration, it was clear to all that, unlike Clint and Timothy, Ghislaine had the advantage in the fight.

Still, she was facing none other than the Immortal Demon King.

Her blows, as lethal as they were, never seemed enough to put him down for good.

Badigadi relied on his absurd regeneration and focused his fighting style on weathering only the attacks that would incapacitate him, even covered in wounds, laughing and enjoying himself as if at a festival.

Over time, fatigue began to weigh on Ghislaine's movements.

The precision of her strikes was still impressive, but her breathing grew heavier, and her touki wavered in intensity.

It was in one moment, a minimal lapse, that she made a small mistake.

Badigadi, with his hundreds and thousands of years of battle experience, did not let it pass.

He saw the opening, and like a storm concentrated on a single point, delivered a devastating punch that struck Ghislaine's dominant arm with brutal force.

The impact made her stagger back, and Badigadi wasted no time: he surged forward with an overwhelming sequence of attacks, pushing Ghislaine back little by little.

After a few more seconds of back-and-forth, Ghislaine retreated, panting; she knew at that point, continuing the fight made no sense, as she would only grow more exhausted.

She then raised her left hand, signaling the end of the bout. "I admit... I've lost."

"BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Badigadi laughed loudly, his body covered in cuts and his regeneration continuing steadily.

"You're very strong, woman!" he exclaimed with genuine enthusiasm. Then he turned to Rygar and shouted, with a wide grin: "Your wife almost took me down, Red Wolf!"

Rygar merely smiled in response; he admired Ghislaine for that even more than Badigadi did.

Ghislaine walked over to Rygar, sweat trickling down her forehead and a discreet smile on her lips as she allowed healing spells to mend her.

"Your regeneration is truly admirable," she said, glancing at the Demon King.

"I've never fought anyone like this."

"HAHAHAHA!" he replied with another laugh.

And then Rygar said, "I believe I might be next, then..."

As Rygar prepared to climb into the arena, something unexpected happened.

"Hold on, boy." Gall Farion's voice cut through the air like a blade. The Sword God approached with a challenging smile.

"Your fight will probably last even longer than Ghislaine's!"

Rygar frowned. "And what do you suggest?"

Gall looked at Badigadi with a predatory gaze.

A fierce smile spread across his face. "Let me fight first! Don't worry... our fight will only last an instant!"

Without waiting for an answer, the Sword God leapt to the center of the arena, his feet landing softly on the stone floor.

He glanced briefly at Reida, who watched in silence.

"Hey, Reida! You want to fight too?!" Gall taunted with a grin.

The Water God shook her head slowly. "Of course not... I'm not as young and energetic anymore."

Badigadi crossed his arms, curious. "Hahaha! By the way you said that... you're stronger than Rygar?"

"That's something you'll find out for yourself," Gall replied.

"I am the Sword God, Gall Farion. The Sixth among the Seven Great World Powers."

He assumed his fighting stance effortlessly, as if breathing and wielding the sword were the same.

"If you defeat me, you will take my place among the Seven." He said, his aura spreading menacingly.

Badigadi grew a bit more serious, his muscles tensing discreetly.

"I hope you don't fall on the first blow," Gall said, eyes half-closed, measuring his opponent.

Badigadi prepared to respond, perhaps taking a step forward, when a metallic sound echoed across the field.

It happened in an instant. A single sound. Nothing else.

Along with it, an overwhelming aura erupted centered on the Sword God, then vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

No visible movement. The Sword God had drawn his blade with such speed that no one saw it.

None of the Sword Saints. None of the Emperors, not even Ghislaine or Badigadi. No one...

Except Rygar.

The Demon King's head was detached from his body. For a moment, Badigadi's body still stood, until it finally collapsed backwards, motionless.

The arena fell completely silent.

Gall Farion let out a light sigh, almost disappointed. "Is that it...?"

He turned to leave, not giving anyone a chance to react. But before he could take more than three steps, a gigantic shadow loomed over him.

A familiar laugh filled the silence: "BWAAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Instinctively, Gall turned and swung his sword again.

Badigadi, now upon him like a wave of fury, punching with both fists at once, had both his arms cut off at the elbows by Gall's strike.

But it did not stop him.

"I'm back!" the Demon King shouted, grinning widely even as his limbs flew through the air.

The auras of the two combatants, especially Gall Farion's, made the Sword Saints around them hold their breath.

From that moment, the fight became a grotesque and magnificent spectacle.

Badigadi tried to press Gall Farion, attacking with ferocity, but whenever he approached, he was sliced.

His legs, his arms, his head—everything was severed with speed hard to follow.

Gall Farion was too fast. Too precise. He didn't even need to move across the battlefield, and each motion of his blade was like the end of a sentence.

There was no hesitation, no excess. Only lethal cuts.

The Sword Saints watched in reverence. The mastery of the Sword God was worthy of absolute admiration.

Even though they held no grudge against the Demon King for sparing everyone and for being so charismatic, he had defeated them all, crushing their pride.

Seeing his school finally take revenge was truly gratifying.

At one point, Gall Farion cleaved Badigadi's body in two with a single diagonal stroke.

And, before the body hit the ground, he launched a second blow that split it again into four.

The parts were hurled backward by the force of the impact, and for a brief moment, silence reigned once more.

Then, one of the upper halves stood back up.

A mini-Badigadi emerged from the top half, still laughing as always: "Hahahahaha! I lost! You fight just like your predecessor! I lost to her in exactly the same way! BWAAHAHAHAHA!"

As he spoke, his other parts crawled back together, like eager limbs longing to rejoin.

Gradually, the Demon King reformed before everyone's eyes, still animated and showing no sign of anger or frustration.

"I bestow upon you the title of Hero! Sword God Gall Farion! For defeating me, the Immortal Demon King, Badigadi!"

As Gall Farion watched the Demon King's body pieces slowly reunite into one being, he realized that this regeneration was truly monstrous.

And when he saw Badigadi laughing again as if nothing had happened, the Sword God couldn't suppress a sincere smile.

"As my disciple said..." Gall commented, pride shining in his eyes.

"Your regeneration is truly absurd. Do all Demon Kings have powers like yours?"

Badigadi crossed his arms, his chest puffed with pride.

"No! Only my clan, the Immortal Demon clan! And even then, only those of pure blood like me regenerate so quickly!" he replied, pounding his chest with a closed fist, triumphant.

"I see..." Gall said thoughtfully, before adding casually.

"I suppose someone like you has no interest in learning swordsmanship... but if you ever do, I would be willing to teach you."

Badigadi raised an eyebrow in surprise then laughed once more, neither denying nor accepting directly.

Gall merely shrugged, and as he exited the arena, his eyes turned to Reida.

"You really don't want to face him?"

Reida, arms crossed and expression heavy, replied impatiently:

"There's no need." Since the Demon King's arrival, the Water God had seemed strangely ill-tempered.

Gall then paused for a moment and looked at Rygar with that same fierce smile.

"Then it's your turn!" he declared.

"Ghislaine almost defeated him... so don't go losing to him!"

Rygar raised an eyebrow, "I'm not going to lose..."

Aisha, standing next to him, cheered, pumping her fist in the air:

"Good luck, master!"

"Thank you, Aiz," Rygar replied, before heading toward the center of the arena.

Everyone watched tensely, but Rygar didn't seem to feel any pressure.

Badigadi observed him approaching with that same curious look as before, arms crossed and hair billowing in the cold winds of the Sword Sanctuary,

"Hey, boy! I really didn't expect to find so many interesting people here today! It was definitely worth coming to challenge you!" he said, laughing loudly.

"I think I'll set a pattern: come here every thirty or forty years! After all, humans change quickly... there will probably be new challengers by then!"

Rygar laughed, relaxed.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it; I believe the Sword Sanctuary won't change much by then..." he agreed.

Then his eyes narrowed with determination. "Shall we begin?"

Rygar thought about asking why his Demon Eyes weren't working on him. But even without them, Badigadi couldn't beat him, so he decided to ask after the fight.

"Of course!" Badigadi replied enthusiastically.

Rygar took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the immortal opponent, and then...

"Don't worry if I go easy... it just so happens you're an excellent test dummy... and I have many techniques to try." His voice was low but laden with lethal intent.

Badigadi's eyes widened and he laughed even louder.

"Hahahaha! Then it's settled!"

It was at that instant.

Like a meteor, Rygar surged forward.

His aura exploded, pressure waves rippling in all directions, and before many could even follow with their eyes, he was already on top of the Demon King.

The arena, for an instant, seemed to tremble beneath his feet.

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