My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 709: Alice vs Shiva

The silence that followed Alice’s declaration wasn’t empty. It was heavy. Alive. Laden with intention. For a brief moment, the entire labyrinth seemed to hold its breath, as if even the runes that supported that ancient structure recognized that something had changed. It wasn’t just a fight between participants. This had transcended the scope of the tournament.

Alice remained motionless after saying she would kill him.

Not as an empty threat.

But as a logical conclusion.

On the other side, Shiva—still occupying Shura’s body—watched her in absolute silence. His eyes, which had previously held analysis and curiosity, were now different. Deeper. More alive. And then... a smile appeared.

It wasn’t a polite smile.

It wasn’t a light smile.

It was broad. True. Dangerous.

And, above all... excited.

"...Interesting."

The word came out low, almost like a satisfied whisper. His shoulders relaxed, and he turned his neck slightly, as if testing the body he occupied. The air around him began to vibrate, not from pressure, but from presence. It was as if reality itself were being pressed by something far greater than that space should contain.

"You just declared your intention to kill a god... and there was no hesitation."

He took a step forward.

The ground didn’t crack.

It simply yielded.

It sank a few millimeters, as if unable to support the weight of that existence.

"I like this."

The next instant, he disappeared.

There was no transition.

There was no preparation.

Just absence.

And then—

The impact.

Alice raised her arm the exact moment Shiva appeared before her, his fist descending with absurd force. The clash between the two generated not only a shockwave—it warped the air. The space around them curved for an instant, as if pressed against itself.

The sound came next.

A dull rumble that echoed through the labyrinth’s corridors, making entire walls vibrate.

Alice wasn’t thrown far.

But the ground beneath her feet collapsed.

It sank.

It shattered.

A crater instantly formed beneath her.

Even so... she remained firm.

Her feet adjusted their weight.

Her body absorbed the force.

Her eyes didn’t waver.

She responded.

No visible magic.

No preparation.

Her fist advanced.

Direct.

Precise.

Impact.

Shiva tilted slightly, dodging by millimeters, and counterattacked with a side strike. Alice rotated her hip, aligned the movement, and blocked with her forearm, redirecting the force to the ground. The stone exploded beneath them, unable to withstand the transfer of energy.

The two disappeared again.

And then the labyrinth began to break.

They appeared and disappeared every fraction of a second, colliding at different points in the corridor. Each impact created larger fissures, each exchange of blows generated shockwaves that pierced walls, traversed rooms, pierced entire structures.

It was no longer a contained fight.

It was destruction in motion.

Alice advanced with absolute precision, each blow calculated, each movement optimized. But now there was something more. Her magic was no longer support—it was part of the combat. Incantations echoed in her voice, ancient words intertwining with her movements.

"Fortify."

Her fist descended.

The impact generated an explosion.

"Gravity."

Her kick descended.

The air was crushed along with it.

Shiva took a half-step back.

And laughed.

"That’s it! More!"

He advanced with even greater speed, his movements no longer merely martial arts. Now there was something more. Each of his gestures carried pure destruction, as if the very idea of ​​ruin were being applied directly to combat.

His next blow wasn’t aimed solely at Alice.

It was aimed at the space around her.

The impact came from all sides at once.

Alice was forced to erect a barrier.

It formed instantly.

And shattered in the same instant.

The force surged through.

And for the first time... Alice was launched.

Her body traversed the corridor like a projectile, passing through one wall, then another, until finally stopping inside a wide chamber, sliding across the floor until it stabilized.

Silence.

For a second.

Two.

And then she stood up.

Without haste.

Without hesitation.

A small trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth.

She touched the spot with her finger.

She observed.

"I understand..."

Her aura intensified.

Not chaotically.

But dense.

Controlled.

Focused.

And then... she disappeared.

The next impact happened before Shiva could even finish taking his next step.

Alice appeared beside him.

Fist.

Straight.

The blow hit him squarely.

This time... he was thrown.

His body crashed through three consecutive walls, engulfed by a wave of destruction that spread through the labyrinth like a straight line of impact.

And it didn’t stop there.

Alice appeared again.

And again.

And again.

Each blow pushed Shiva further, like a continuous sequence, without pauses, without room for recovery.

Until—

He stopped.

His foot dug into the ground.

The final impact was contained.

He raised his head.

And smiled even more.

"Perfect."

His aura exploded.

Not as energy.

But as presence.

The air around them crumbled.

Literally.

The nearest walls began to crumble to dust, unable to maintain their shape under the pressure. The runes that supported the labyrinth began to fail, their lines shining irregularly, unstable.

Above, in the stands, the reaction was immediate.

The audience, once noisy, began to fall silent.

Not by order.

But by instinct.

This... was no longer entertainment.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

The entire labyrinth structure began to vibrate, fissures spreading like cracks in glass. Projections began to fail, images distorting, parts of the map simply disappearing.

In the control center, tension exploded.

"This is not within parameters!"

"Energy levels are exceeding the limit!"

"If this continues, the labyrinth will collapse!"

But no one could stop it.

Because inside...

Alice and Shiva were no longer fighting within the rules.

They were imposing their own.

On the battlefield, Alice took a deep breath.

And then spoke again.

But this time... it wasn’t a short incantation.

It was long.

Complex.

Ancient.

Words that shouldn’t be used in a space like that.

The ground beneath her feet began to float.

Fragments of stone rose up around him, slowly swirling.

Gravity... was being rewritten.

Shiva watched it.

And his smile... vanished.

Not from fear.

But from recognition.

"...Ah."

He tilted his head slightly.

"Then you can do this too."

He raised his hand.

And the world responded.

The space between them distorted violently, as if being pulled and compressed at the same time.

And then—

The two advanced.

This time... there was no single impact.

There was rupture.

The point where their blows met... disappeared.

It didn’t explode.

It didn’t collapse.

It simply ceased to exist for an instant.

A gap.

A void.

And then the explosion came.

The entire labyrinth trembled.

Entire parts of the structure crumbled.

Rooms collapsed.

Corridors were extinguished.

And for the first time...

There was a real risk.

If this continued...

It wouldn’t just be the tournament that ended.

It would be everything.

And yet—

Alice advanced again.

And Shiva... too.

The clash between the two didn’t end in the explosion.

It lingered.

As if the world itself had been forced to sustain a conflict that shouldn’t exist in that space, the released energy didn’t simply dissipate—it remained. Hovering. Vibrating. Distorting everything around like invisible waves that insisted on propagating.

The point where their blows had met remained unstable.

The air there... trembled.

As if it were still being torn apart.

Alice was the first to emerge from the cloud of destruction.

Her body lurched forward even before the dust had fully settled, her feet not touching the ground in a conventional way—she ignored it. The gravity around her was misaligned, fragmented in multiple directions that she controlled as if they were invisible threads attached to her fingers.

Her eyes were different.

There was no more curiosity.

There was no more passive analysis.

Now there was intention.

Active calculation.

Execution.

She raised her hand.

And the space before her fragmented.

It wasn’t a visible spell. There was no magic circle, no words this time. It was a direct application. Brutal. Precise. The reality before her shattered into invisible plates, each displaced at slightly different angles.

And then she closed her hand.

The plates collided.

The impact wasn’t audible.

It was structural.

An instantaneous compression of space that surged forward like a wave.

Shiva appeared within her.

He didn’t flinch.

He pierced through.

His body surged against the compression as if breaking through a current, his muscles tensing not against matter, but against concept. His hand opened, and with a single movement, he tore the effect in two.

Literally.

As if he had grasped something physical.

As if he had enough strength to part space with his bare hands.

He appeared before Alice in that same instant.

His fist came from below.

Ascending.

Alice crossed her arms.

The impact came.

And this time... she didn’t stand still.

Her body was launched upwards.

Not like before.

Now there was real displacement.

She burst through the ceiling of the chamber they were in, breaking through stone, runes, and magical structures as if they were paper, rising in a straight line until she reached an upper layer of the labyrinth.

Shiva didn’t jump after her.

He was already there.

His foot dropped.

Alice spun her body in the air, adjusting her trajectory, and blocked with her leg. The impact between the two created a circular wave that simply... swept through the surrounding space. The remaining ceiling shattered into fragments, and for a moment, the artificial sky above the labyrinth was visible through gigantic cracks.

Laminated glass.

Runic.

Designed to contain.

And yet... it was cracking.

Alice spun in the air and landed on one of the stone fragments still floating around, her hand sliding down her arm as thin lines of energy rearranged themselves on her skin.

She was adjusting.

Optimizing.

Refining.

Shiva watched her.

Then he tilted his head slightly.

"You learn too fast."

He disappeared again.

Alice didn’t follow him with her eyes.

She didn’t need to.

The instant he appeared behind her, her body was already moving. She spun, lowered her center of gravity, and dodged by centimeters the blow that would have come straight to her head. Her hand touched his wrist—not to block.

To read.

Minimal contact.

Maximum information.

She let go.

And stepped back.

Three steps.

Not out of necessity.

Out of calculation.

Shiva advanced.

Now faster.

Heavier.

His blows began to change. They were no longer just refined techniques—there was variation, unpredictability, changes of rhythm that followed no pattern. It was as if he were deliberately breaking the logic of combat.

And Alice... watched.

Processed. She adapted.

A blow came high.

She dodged.

Another came low.

She blocked.

The third... changed mid-movement.

She didn’t react.

She already knew.

Her body responded before the blow fully materialized, intercepting the attack with her elbow, redirecting the force and using the movement itself to spin and counterattack.

Her fist struck Shiva’s face.

The impact didn’t throw him.

But it made him recoil.

One step.

Just one.

And then... he laughed.

Really.

"That’s it! That’s it!"

His aura exploded again, denser, heavier, compressing the surrounding space like an absurd gravitational force. The ground—or what remained of it—began to sink, fragments being pulled down as if being swallowed.

Alice felt it.

And responded.

She opened both hands.

And pulled.

But she didn’t pull the ground.

She didn’t pull the air.

She pulled... his own gravity.

For an instant, the forces reversed.

Shiva was launched upwards.

Not by impact.

But by inversion.

And at that very instant, Alice appeared above him.

Her fist came down.

Straight.

Amplified.

The blow struck his abdomen.

And this time... there was displacement.

Shiva was launched back down like a meteor, piercing multiple layers of the labyrinth, leaving a trail of vertical destruction that tore through the entire structure down to lower levels.

The final impact was... catastrophic.

An entire column of the labyrinth collapsed.

Rooms were swallowed.

Runes failed in a chain reaction.

And for the first time since the beginning of the tournament... the central system partially collapsed.

Lights failed. Projections disappeared.

And the map... ceased to exist.

In the stands, panic began to rise.

"They’re going to destroy everything!"

"This is beyond control!"

"Stop the fight!"

But no one moved.

Because there was no one who could enter there.

Not anymore.

At the bottom of the impact, surrounded by debris and fragments of stone floating in an unstable gravitational field... Shiva stood up.

Slowly.

His body was intact.

But his eyes...

Now they were different.

There was no more lighthearted fun.

Now there was something deeper.

Ancient.

More serious.

He looked up.

Through the shattered layers.

Straight at Alice.

And spoke.

"...Enough warming up."

His body shifted posture.

His feet became firm.

His arms relaxed at his sides.

But the pressure...

The pressure exploded.

Not like before.

Now it was overwhelming.

The space around him began to truly collapse, as if compressed by an invisible, uncontainable force.

And then... something awakened.

It wasn’t visible.

It wasn’t announced.

But it was felt.

Even outside the labyrinth.

Even by the gods.

Alice... smiled.

For the first time.

It wasn’t a child’s smile.

It wasn’t curious.

It was small.

Confident.

And dangerous.

She took a step forward.

And answered.

"...Great."