The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 438

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His skin was burning.

The magic was strong. It turned the arena into a fire. Just standing there felt like your skin would burn off.

He could have died.

If the fire had hit him directly, even his special healing power wouldn’t have saved him. But Kevin just barely got away.

No.

Only Kevin could survive this.

Anyone else from Dimitri would have given up. Their skin would be melting from the heat.

“Prince Edwin Hector,” Kevin said, smiling. “Dimitri won’t lose this easily.”

He smiled.

People say burning pain is the worst. But Kevin showed no pain at all.

This was Kevin. He once cut off his own arm just because Roman Dimitri told him to.

Pain couldn’t break him. Instead, his strong will amazed everyone watching.

As if he would never back down.

Kevin walked out of the fire. He lowered his sword and grinned, a strange smile on his face.

“Let’s go again.”

Thump.

Rumble!

He kicked off the ground.

Edwin Hector stepped back, getting ready to use more magic. Kevin’s senses became sharper than ever.

He used his Demonic Spirit Art at full power.

He felt the power of the demons inside him. Kevin moved even faster now.

However.

“Fire Storm.”

Whoosh!

Edwin also had to win.

He had to win for his kingdom, Hector. So, he made a storm of fire and controlled where it went with his mind.

Wherever Kevin moved, flames crashed down.

The fire was stronger because of the ‘Burning’ effect. But using so much magic was tiring for Edwin.

Wham!

Whoosh!

The attack missed.

Flames exploded everywhere, but Kevin moved so well, he dodged them all. It was amazing to watch.

And then.

Flash.

He reached his opponent in an instant.

Edwin Hector tried to block and used ‘Blink’ magic to disappear. But when he appeared again, Kevin was already there!

It was a shocking sight.

Kevin was already super fast. But with his Demonic Spirit Art at full power, he was as fast as someone who could teleport!

Rumble!

A burst of power.

Edwin Hector gritted his teeth at the obvious attack aimed at his head.

“Blink.”

Flash.

Once again.

He barely moved away.

Kevin swung his sword where Edwin had just been. He attacked before Edwin could fully appear again.

“Blink, Blink.”

This was magic that could predict the future.

He knew Kevin would follow. So, Edwin used Blink again and again, moving before Kevin could even see where he went.

This helped him avoid Kevin’s attack.

It looked like there were many Edwin Hectors, like copies of him appearing and disappearing. He wasn’t just running far away.

Flash.

“Explosion.”

Whoosh!

Suddenly,

Edwin Hector appeared right next to Kevin. He used all his power and unleashed fire magic.

Being so close, the fire would be incredibly strong and destructive.

Kevin quickly used his aura to protect himself from the fire coming at him. But fire filled the space around them.

It was a close battle.

Edwin Hector was fighting like more than just a magician. He was pushing himself to his limits.

However.

Whoosh.

Whoosh!

Kevin came through the fire! He used his aura to take less damage. His Demonic Spirit Art would heal the rest.

People said that aura swordsmen and magicians were natural enemies in close combat.

Usually, swordsmen with aura are bad matchups for magicians in close fights. Even though magicians have gotten better at close combat, Kevin was still a nightmare for them.

He was strong, fast, and healed incredibly quickly.

He was a natural enemy.

Seeing Kevin following him to attack, Edwin Hector knew that he needed a gamble.

Rumble!

He exploded with magic power.

He used all his magic power. He would fight Kevin directly with Hellfire one last time.

But.

Flash.

“……?!”

It was clearly out of range.

He was sure his magic would hit. But then, Edwin felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Blood splattered.

He staggered.

Then he understood.

That the attack just now.

Just as he had hidden a final move, Kevin had also hidden a final move.

“Cough.”

He knelt down.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

With his insides completely messed up, Edwin Hector looked at Kevin with a pale face.

“He’s become so strong in just a few years,” Edwin thought.

Edwin and Kevin had fought before, on the battlefield.

They were enemies in the south. They hadn’t fought face-to-face then, and Kevin wasn’t this strong back then.

That was his memory of Kevin.

Since then, Kevin had become famous as the ‘Demon of Dimitri.’ But Edwin still remembered what he had seen with his own eyes before.

And this was.

The true power of Dimitri.

Edwin had wanted to win so badly. But now, kneeling in front of Kevin, he understood Dimitri’s true power.

After this fight, everyone will know. Some people think Emperor Roman Dimitri built his empire alone. But that’s wrong. The better fighters like me do in this tournament, the more respect Dimitri will get for beating us so easily.

He raised his head.

He asked with a weary face.

“That last attack…” Edwin asked, his face tired. “Did you… did you learn that just for this tournament?”

Kevin.

Kevin had planned carefully to beat him.

Kevin knew Edwin’s fighting style well. But Edwin had never seen that super-fast sword attack before.

Kevin approached.

He wiped blood from his forehead and pointed his sword at his opponent’s neck.

“Let’s end this.”

Kevin looked down calmly.

Edwin Hector chuckled.

It was over.

Kevin, this monster, had overwhelmed him.

“…I concede defeat.”

Round 2 was over.

The result was what everyone predicted, but the way it happened shocked them.

Many people watched the match.

Not only ordinary people, but also representatives from various countries couldn’t hide their shock.

“…My mind is reeling.”

“Dmitri’s devil is this strong? I don’t know what we were planning.”

Count Bellatro, one of the leaders of Chronos, spoke.

He had hoped for victory by putting Mendes forward, but what he just saw showed him his hopes were pointless.

Count Bellatro said.

“Dmitri already has so much military power that no other country can compete. Our best candidate from Chronos was no match for Chris, and Valhalla’s swordsman knelt before Edwin Hector. And look at Dmitri’s devil. If we met such a monster on the battlefield, could we even survive?”

He felt overwhelmed.

Not by Roman Dmitri himself, but by a swordsman who served him.

Fear filled Count Bellatro’s heart, and he kept talking without noticing.

“Dmitri’s time is coming. Not just because Emperor Roman Dmitri won the war, but because of their power and authority. We must adapt to this new reality. Hector Kingdom also showed Prince Edwin Hector’s strength, so we can’t treat them like just another kingdom anymore, or we’ll be left behind.”

The leaders of Valhalla were right next to them.

They faced the truth.

The time of the old empires was ending. Now, Dmitri and Hector were starting a new time.

Roman Dmitri and Edwin Hector were the new heroes who would be written about in history.

Thinking about the future they would lead, Count Bellatro wanted to get drunk more than ever.

This tournament was meant to be a chance for everyone, but it made people feel hopeless.

The second round was over.

People were sure that Chris and Kevin would meet in the finals.

With Edwin Hector defeated, there was no one else who could challenge them.

It was as expected.

Round 3: Chris and Kevin win.

Round 4: Chris and Kevin win.

Chris won quickly, his movements like lightning. Kevin’s power was too much for his opponent, ending the match in a single blow.

There wasn’t even a close match.

People focused on the two who overwhelmed their opponents.

The final!

A few days later, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived.

There were no surprises.

Chris and Kevin made it to the finals.

With the two about to fight, people had different opinions about who would win.

“Who will win?”

“I think Chris will win. He’s been known as Dmitri’s genius swordsman since before he met Emperor Roman Dmitri. He’s always done important jobs perfectly, which proves his skills.”

“I don’t agree. Everyone saw the match with Prince Edwin Hector. Edwin Hector is strong enough to win, but Kevin attacked like a beast. What if that blade is aimed at Chris? Can Chris really be safe? I’m sure that Kevin will defeat Chris in this tournament.”

It was chaos.

Because they both performed so well, opinions were split, and people argued about who would win.

On the day of the final, people crowded into the stadium.

Roman Dmitri sat in the box overlooking the stadium.

“Your Majesty, who do you think will win?” Jonathan, the commander of the Knights, asked.

Roman Dmitri smiled at the question.

“Well, the result isn’t that important. We’ve already achieved our goal by holding this tournament. The strong fighters from each country were defeated by Dmitri’s swordsmen, and we’ve influenced the leaders of each country without being cruel.”

“If there’s a winner, that person will challenge you. If either Kevin or Chris challenges you, you have to accept.”

As the end drew near, people became interested in the winner’s right to challenge Roman Dmitri, and what would happen if something unexpected happened.

People forget amazing things over time.

Only a few people actually saw Roman Dmitri’s achievements.

Most people had only heard rumors.

As the chance to fight for the throne became less likely, some people wondered if these stories were exaggerated.

What if the challenger defeats Roman Dmitri?

It was scary to those who had seen the legend on the battlefield, but it’s normal for people who didn’t see it to not believe it.

They had to accept something that seemed impossible.

At the only chance to see the legend for themselves, they couldn’t hide their excitement.

Roman Dmitri said.

“That’s why we held this tournament: to show every country their place without being cruel, and make them remember every year how I conquered this land. Jonathan, Commander of the Knights, whether Chris or Kevin challenges me, I will treat them as challengers, no matter what happened in the past. That’s why it doesn’t matter who wins.”

He was very confident.

Roman Dmitri agreed to Chris’s request to prove his power as emperor.

It was on purpose.

Roman Dmitri thought it was necessary to create a stage for the challenge.

A tournament that happens every year, a winner who is born every year, and a match against the winner.

Jonathan, the commander, knew this plan would make the Emperor even stronger, so he just nodded.

‘This is the first emperor of the Dmitri Empire who will be remembered in history. Once all the festivals are over, Dmitri’s power will control the entire continent.’

He looked over.

The participants appeared in the stadium.

“Players to your positions.”

The time had come.

Kevin, who had been waiting in the waiting room, slowly got up and walked towards the stadium.

His heart was pounding.

Everyone was watching him.

In the center was Roman Dmitri.

And the sword he held was made by his lord.

He couldn’t lose.

He had no intention of losing.

When Kevin stepped onto the stage, he saw his rival, Chris, who had defeated him twice.