Devil Slave (Satan system)



Chucky advanced towards Victor steadily. As he did, his hands opened up and his Wereclaws slowly protruded from his fingers. 

They were dark and carried the essence of the bloody atmosphere of imperilment. 

Back in the Arena, Allison panicked upon seeing this. She could not help but stand from her seat, "No!" she whispered. 

Agnes on the other hand, laughed heartily. She kept on nodding her head. After all, the moment Victor died, Lenny would have automatically lost and then she would have won the blood contract that she had with Vinegar. 

She could not help but lick her lips as she turned to vinegar that sat not so far away from her, "It would seem that your Core will be mine much sooner than I thought. I hope you are ready to part with it. because i will be making it mine henceforth." 

Lady Vinegar, Vine in charge of the body with a calm demeanor chuckled lightly. "really!? Agnes, I can tell that your eyes no longer see well. Maybe that invitation stone in your chest has started to affect your health. Or it's your body trying to reject it for me to harvest, yeah!" 

Agnes frowned, "even at such a time, you refuse to acknowledge the fact that your loss is imminent." 

Vine shook her head, "look closely again, Agnes. The fun part is only about to start." 

Agnes raised a brow at Vinegar. For some reason that she could not put her finger on, something just did not make sense. It was either Lady Vinegar was telling the truth or she was trying to feign calmness. 

Agnes chose to believe that it was the latter. 

However, she continued to watch. At the same time, she could not help but reprimand Allison for her behavior, clearly stating to her that Victor and his fighter were their enemies. 

Allison sat down as instructed but her heart told her differently from Agnes's words. 

She could not help but get lost in the thought of worry.

Others also watching the match like these women, also had their thoughts about the match. One of whom was Curtin. 

He watched and laughed heartily. He mocked Victor for picking such a Weak fighter. The fight had barely started and Lenny was out of the bout.

However, Curtin failed to observe that If Lenny was dead, shouldn't the bond of the primordial beast take over the body of Victor and kill him?

Meanwhile, Riff, sitting not so far away from him watched the match and he raised a brow at what he saw. 

"He is having fun!" Riff muttered lowly. 

Lenny had been smashed to the ground and Chucky advanced towards Victor. 

immediately, he kicked against the ground in a rush for Victor. 

However, Victor did not back away like he thought he would. 

Instead, he only side-stepped away from the attack, the claws of Chucky only cutting through the air. 

This surprised Chucky, "Hmmm! I did my assignment on you, brother. They said that you are an ordinary worthless piece of shit that couldn't even awake your Werewolf form, with a slightly better bloodline than me. I thought to open you up and see how fine that bloodline of yours is, but it would seem that you are more than meets the eye." 

Victor sneered, "You will be surprised!" he looked at Chucky like a fool playing tricks for amusement. 

Chucky frowned, he did not like that look in Victor's eyes. After all, all his life, since as far back as he could remember, the world had looked at him in that manner. 

It made him irritated and very angry. 

He rushed at Victor again, waving his claws left and right, all in an attempt to turn him to sleeves. 

However, Victor dodged it all. Some of which seemed like it would have landed a hit, but somehow, seemingly by some miracle, he would always dodge. 

This greatly surprised the audience. 

Many in the arena could not help but look at Victor's feet as he moved. he moved in a kind of manner and rhythm that seemed like he was dancing, but yet he wasn't. All he did was match with the flow of his attacker and move in a beautiful manner. 

It was so strange yet so exciting to watch. 

Agnes looked closer at those moves. She could not help but frown deeper. "is that... the Night Dance!?" 

Allison had heard her words. She turned to her, "Sister Agnes, what is the Night Dance?" 

Agnes's frown got deeper as she explained. 

The Night dance was a technique that humans who practiced martial arts invented as a result of the dawn of the apocalypse. 

This dance had been created by studying the movements of Demons and their body structure. it was a means by which a person could easily avoid a lethal strike from a Demon's attack.

The only problem with this technique was that the power gap between humans and Demons was just too much. 

Regardless of whether a person could execute the technique or not, the result would still be the same. That was because the power level between Demons and humans was just too much. 

Only those very high-level martial artists that had trained in the mountains long before the arrival of Demons could actually pull it off successfully.

After the War known as Humanity's last stand, that technique was never seen again.

As far as Agnes was concerned, it should not be possible for victor to so accurately use such a technique. After all, as a scorn of the City of Milk and Honey, he did not have the opportunity to leave this place at all. In fact, he would have never seen beyond Bitter street if it was not for that errand where he was supposed to to go seduce the heir of the Ironback Werewolves.

However, the Night Dance was not as lost a movement technique as it was thought to be. 

After all, victor had learnt this technique from that time that he had been nearly sewn up to the wall. It was part of the memories he had gotten from an old man that had become a victim of the wall. 

It was only a small part of the treasures that he had gotten from the wall that day. 

Victor suddenly stopped dodging and then he twisted his body in an abnormal manner, mounting unto...

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