Rise of the White Devil

Chapter 80 A monster [2]

'Annoying...'

Lucas thought as he gazed at Seraphina circling around him like a predator waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

He could see the clear frustration in her eyes, yet he tried to ignore it.

He didn't like harming the people he cared about in the slightest, but that didn't mean he was afraid to spar with someone.

Seraphina, however, was different from anyone else he cared about...

She was perhaps the only person in the entire world who knew him the best.

Suddenly, her aura flared as she coated her daggers with it.

She shot towards him at a speed that almost no one watching could follow except for a few.

A series of thrusts were thrown at Lucas as he kept dancing around them, barely avoiding the daggers.

To others, it might seem he was playing around, but in truth, he was having a hard time focusing solely on dodging her attacks.

He continued to dodge as she imbued even more of her aura into her daggers, increasing her speed.

'Annoying... just why is it so hard...'

He thought as he tilted his head to the right, barely missing the dagger that was about to impale his face.

Jumping back a few meters to distance himself, Lucas saw her gritting her teeth in frustration.

He put his left hand on the hilt of his sword, hesitating again to draw it.

Every second he thought of fighting back, memories of their last battle flashed in his mind.

The last time he fought Seraphina... he had to kill her.

'This is different... it is just a spar. So why am I hesitating?'

He thought as Seraphina suddenly appeared on his right side using teleportation.

Lucas didn't waste any time and tilted his body, avoiding her right dagger aimed at his face, which managed to cut a few strands of his snow-white hair.

Using teleportation himself, he distanced himself a few meters from her.

Yet, as if knowing what he was about to do, she teleported right in front of him, avoiding at the same time the left hook he threw at her.

Crouching down to avoid his fist, she suddenly thrust her left dagger at Lucas's... crotch.

'What the—?!'

Instinctively, without realizing it, he unsheathed the Blade of Chaos, blocking the incoming dagger and protecting his manhood.

The sudden sound of steel clashing echoed throughout the entire training room.

Seraphina instantly jumped back, looking at Lucas with a proud grin as he stood frozen, still processing what had just happened.

"Heh~ looks like I finally got you to unsheathe your sword."

She said with a grin. Lucas, watching her in surprise, let his emotionless mask slip.

"You... you are crazy..."

He said, shocked, gripping the hilt of his sword tighter unconsciously.

"I wouldn't have to resort to this if you had just used your sword from the beginning," she said, frustration evident in her tone.

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'She's right, I suppose,'

Lucas thought, calming down as he took a deep breath.

'Right... things are different now. Both of us aren't as powerless as we were before, and... she is different as well. Not Alicia anymore, but Seraphina.'

Exhaling the breath he had been holding, he looked at Seraphina with a much more determined gaze, making her clutch her daggers tighter.

"Very well... don't regret your actions now,"

Lucas said as his aura flared, surrounding him and his Blade of Chaos in red and black.

'Not enough...'

Under everyone's bewildered eyes, red lightning started to fuse with his aura.

The second Seraphina blinked, Lucas appeared in front of her, swinging his blade diagonally.

Instinctively, she crossed both daggers together and blocked the strike, her arms trembling from the force.

Gritting her teeth, she pushed his sword back and swung her daggers at him, but Lucas parried each strike with his blade.

The sound of steel clashing echoed throughout the room as everyone watched the battle intensely.

With each clash, it felt less like a fight and more like a dance.

Beautiful.

The same thought ran through everyone's mind, even Elizabeth's, as they watched the battle—Lucas's red and black aura and Seraphina's black and white aura trying to devour each other.

Each time he clashed his sword with her daggers while dancing around the room, Lucas noticed something he was lacking that Seraphina had:

a battle style.

Even though he had mastered the basics of swordsmanship, he had no unique battle style.

His swings lacked the distinctiveness hers had, making the difference between him and Seraphina glaringly obvious to him.

'The battle style of the Darkcrests, huh...'

He thought bitterly, remembering how his father refused to teach him the old battle style of the Nightstars, saying it wouldn't suit him and that he should find his own.

He knew William had his own battle style, not inherited from his family but one he had created himself—a feat most swordsmen would envy.

And now it wasn't just William, but even Seraphina who had a battle style.

'Damn, I am jealous!'

Each of her strikes was precise, cutting through the air with a hum.

Her attacks were meant to be fast and swift, only aiming at vital points to finish the enemy as quickly as possible.

'It strangely suits her a lot for an ex-assassin... now that I think about it, don't even her affinities make her the perfect assassin?'

As they clashed, Lucas finally broke off the beautiful dance that had captivated everyone.

He jumped back a few meters, distancing himself from Seraphina.

He could see Seraphina not following him, taking a few controlled breaths.

She wasn't a half-dragon like Lucas, so her stamina was obviously a lot less than his.

"Should we finish this?"

he asked as Seraphina bent her knees and leaned forward, holding her daggers in front of her face.

"I would love that," she said with a small grin that Lucas reciprocated.

'This is fun...'

He honestly found this duel of theirs extremely fun—something he hadn't experienced in a while.

'Ah, I really want to keep fighting her!'

He missed the times they sparred together in their previous world and the time they used to spend with each other.

All sounds around him faded, as did his surroundings.

In front of him was simply Seraphina, enveloped by an aura of black and white, while both of them were surrounded by pitch-black darkness.

Placing his sword in front of him, he bent his knees as lightning started to crackle around him again.

Both their auras flared even more, dancing wildly.

And in the next second...

"S-STOP! That is enough!"

Everything fell apart as they heard the panicked scream of Elizabeth, who finally realized the situation they were in.