Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 133 - 132: The Seventh Demon [3]

"You, a mere human with no presence," the demon growled, his voice turning more crisp and grating as he burned with anger. "Do you know how much headache you caused me just because I decided to look for you?!" He seethed.

"If you would have had any presence, even a leak, it would've made it easier to find you."

As the demon flared with anger and blabbered words Seiya depicted as meaningless, Seiya kept silent, studying the demon.

{Seven hearts,} Ibyu chimed from within.

I know.

{Tsk! Was just worried that you might not count it correctly since you're blind.}

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"…."

"Anyways, enough chatter. Let's get to the part where I kill you." The demon's long splindy arm, extended, pointing to Seiya—appearing almost like a rope.

"Sure," Seiya replied, adjusting into a stance where he stood side ways, staff in position and ready to strike any moment.

The demon's pointing hand seized mid-air for a moment, his mouth hanging slightly open—shocked as if Seiya had uttered something unbelievable.

After a moment, he let his hand fall to his side. "Have you ever seen a king move to fight a mere subject who is worth nothing?" he asked, his voice grating and filled with arrogance. "You are nothing but a rat before me, and I will not move from my place to end your life. It won't be necessary."

After the demon said that, thick strands of woven rattan surged from the ground around Seiya, shooting upward to ensnare him in a tall, fishnet-like trap.

Quick as ever, Seiya tightened his grip on his staff and swung it in a wide arc, slicing through the rising strands with precision, shattering them into pieces.

"That staff of yours," the demon said. "I want it."

Flexible woven strands of rattan, slithered forward like vines and coiled tight around Seiya's staff. The woven vines seemed buried deep into the ground as they pulled with raw force, trying to seize Seiya's staff.

However, Seiya matched their strength, maintaining his firm grip on the staff, refusing to let go. The staff moved back and forth as the vines wrestled to take hold of it.

"You have quite the grip for someone so insignificant," the demon remarked, his voice laced with disdain.

Ignoring the comment, Seiya tightened his hold on the staff, anchoring it firmly in place that it didn't budge despite the relentless pull of the vines. Before the demon could think of doing anything else, the thick, woven rattan erupted, unraveling violently from the staff with a rapid motion.

Seiya had silently commanded this, realizing he didn't always need to vocalize his commands—he could just will them from within.

With a sudden, intense force, Seiya drove his foot forward into the ground, cracking it beneath him as he lunged toward the demon, sending a shockwave of dirt swirling after him.

His staff rose horizontally, its tip aimed at the demon's chest as Seiya surged forward. But just before he could close the distance, a spiderweb of woven rattan sprang up before him, knocking and sending him hurtling backward.

Seiya flipped midair, landing gracefully on his feet. His solid defense is annoying, he thought to himself, his focus unwavering.

As Seiya remained a bit far from the demon where he had landed, silent and unmoving as if thinking up a strategy, the demon spoke.

"What about your ability?" He asked. "The awakened ability you humans possess. You haven't used it against me yet. Is it that you find me unworthy of it or you just don't possess one?"

Hesitating for a moment like one contemplating their answer, Seiya blurted. "I don't have one."

"…." The demon was struck silent for a moment before speaking up. "So you're not merely a rat, but a failure….through and through," he remarked. "Pathetic!"

Unbothered by the demon's remarks, Seiya raised his staff horizontally once more. He drew it back, channeling power into his hands before hurling the staff forward with intense pressure and speed, sending it hurtling toward the demon.

"Is that a good idea? To let the staff out of your grasp," the demon said, unbothered by the staff shooting toward him with intense speed.

The moment the staff got within range, the demon reached out his long, spindly hand to catch it, and the moment he did—the moment he came into contact with the staff, his hand exploded into bits. The impact stretched from his palm toward his elbow—exploding his arm in half.

"I see now. The staff acts according to your will, that is why you're so unbothered."

From where he stood, Seiya directed the staff with precision, flicking it toward the demon's rib, aiming to strike. But thick, woven strands, like those before, gathered around the demon's ribcage, coiling to ensnare the staff.

Undeterred, Seiya continued to control the staff from his position, yanking it forcefully away from the ropes and maneuvering it around the demon, attempting to strike.

However, the demon's defense remained unyielding—each time the staff neared, it was blocked, trapped, and halted, unable to land a blow.

Fully grasping the situation and how resilient the demon's defense was—which had been the reason Seiya sent out his staff, he called it back.

The staff hurtled back to Seiya, going into his raised, waiting hand. Seiya leapt backward, going farther away from the demon.

"Are you running away right now?" The demon asked bluntly, but he didn't make any move in going after Seiya as it didn't really seem to him Seiya was trying to escape.

Satisfied with the distance he put between himself and the demon, Seiya came to a halt.

With veins bulging along his muscles, each one taut with power, Seiya drew his raised staff back. Energy surged through his arm as he pivoted, pulling a foot back, his staff aimed directly at the demon.

In a single, explosive motion, Seiya hurled the staff forward with relentless force. It cut through the air, trailing a gust of wind as it sped toward its target.

Wasting no time, Seiya crouched into a sprinting stance and followed with the same speed and intensity, zipping alongside the staff, only two steps behind.

Seeing the intensity with which the staff shot toward him, the demon quickly raised a wall of woven strands, hoping to block both Seiya and the staff.

However, the staff tore through the barrier with relentless force, continuing its deadly path toward the demon. Recognizing the threat, the demon put up multiple walls of woven rattan in a column, all of which were shattered by the staff's oncoming power, clearing the way for Seiya, who was only two steps behind, matching its speed.

Seeing as the staff broke through all of his defenses—including the vines meant to ensnare it—the demon reacted, materializing weapons of every kind from the rattan: spikes, staffs, sticks, balls—all designed to stop Seiya.

Unperturbed, Seiya skillfully navigated through the onslaught, his speed unwavering as he closed the distance between himself and his staff.

When the staff reached its target, aiming to blast through the demon, he leaned back, his tall frame stretching horizontally as he hastily constructed multiple layers of woven rattan walls against his chest in a desperate attempt to protect himself.

The staff collided with the thick barriers, getting ensnared and seized in place. But in the split second the demon had focused on constructing the layered walls, Seiya snapped forward in a blur of motion, grabbed one of the demon's long, spindly arms with sheer strength, and twisted it—shattering his bones.

In the same instant, Seiya whipped the limp arm around the demon's neck, yanking and forcing his head down, before bringing down a devastating axe kick that slammed the demon's head into the ground.