Kapitel 29: The Mark Of God And The Thread
The atmosphere in the frozen arena was dense with anticipation. Seiji stood firm, his stance measured and unyielding, while the demon remained relaxed, an arrogant grin stretched across his face. The faint flicker of Seiji's 32 Marks of God illuminated his body, a stark contrast to the demon's oppressive aura.
Without warning, Seiji surged forward, closing the distance in an instant. His fist shot out in a precise strike aimed at the demon's ribs. The demon sidestepped with ease, his grin widening as he retaliated with a sharp jab toward Seiji's jaw. Seiji ducked, spinning low to sweep the demon's legs. The demon leapt, his movements unnaturally fluid, and countered with a mid-air kick.
Thwack!
Seiji raised his arm to block, but the force of the kick sent him skidding back. He regained his footing quickly, narrowing his eyes as he observed the demon's movements. The demon pressed the attack, closing the gap with a series of rapid strikes. His claws lashed out like whips, aiming for Seiji's chest and neck.
Seiji twisted and dodged, narrowly evading the blows, and countered with a powerful elbow strike. The hit connected, forcing the demon to stagger back slightly. But the grin on the demon's face only grew wider as he licked a trickle of blood from his lip.
"You're better than I thought," the demon sneered. "But still too slow."
Seiji didn't respond. Instead, he charged again, his fists moving in a blur as he delivered a flurry of strikes. The demon deflected most of them, but Seiji's precision forced him to remain on the defensive. A sharp uppercut slipped through the demon's guard, snapping his head back.
The demon retaliated immediately, stepping into Seiji's space with a brutal knee to his stomach. Seiji grunted but absorbed the blow, twisting his body to grab the demon's leg and hurl him to the ground. The demon landed with a thud, but rolled back onto his feet with unnatural grace, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Close Quarters
The two fighters clashed again, their movements faster and more intense. Seiji's disciplined technique was a sharp contrast to the demon's wild but calculated strikes. The demon's claws grazed Seiji's arm, leaving shallow cuts, but Seiji countered with a swift palm strike to the demon's chest.
The impact forced the demon back a step, but he recovered quickly, spinning into a low kick aimed at Seiji's legs. Seiji leapt over the sweep, twisting mid-air to deliver a downward punch. The demon sidestepped, grabbing Seiji's outstretched arm and twisting it sharply.
Seiji winced but used the momentum to pivot, bringing his other arm around to strike the demon's ribs. The demon grunted, releasing Seiji and staggering back slightly. But his grin never wavered.
"Is that all you've got, old man?" the demon taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.
Seiji didn't respond. Instead, he adjusted his stance, his movements slower but more deliberate. He charged again, feinting a high punch before delivering a quick jab to the demon's midsection. The demon blocked, countering with a sharp swipe toward Seiji's face.
A Battle of Wills
As the fight wore on, both combatants showed signs of wear. Seiji's breathing was heavy, and his arms bore fresh scratches from the demon's claws. The demon, though still grinning, moved with a slight hesitation, the result of Seiji's precise strikes to his vital points.
The two clashed one last time, their fists colliding with a resounding crack! The force of the impact sent them both skidding back, the ground beneath their feet cracking under the pressure.
"You're persistent," the demon admitted, his grin faltering slightly. "But persistence won't save you."
Seiji straightened, his gaze unwavering. "Maybe not," he said, his voice calm. "But it might be enough to stop you."
The demon's grin returned, his glowing eyes narrowing as he prepared for the next exchange. "We'll see."
The battle reached a fever pitch as the demon abruptly shifted his approach, his cocky grin fading into cold precision. He raised two fingers from each hand, their movements sharp and deliberate.
"Let's end this charade," the demon muttered.
In a flash, a technique was unleashed—
BAAM SLASH THREAD.....
Invisible lines of raw destructive force tore through the air with a speed and precision beyond human comprehension. They converged on Seiji in an instant, slicing through his defenses like paper. Blood splattered across the ground as the slashes ripped through Seiji's body, their sheer intensity blasting him backward. He was sent hurtling into a nearby wall, the impact sending cracks spidering across the surface.
Before Seiji could regain his footing, another barrage of Baam Slash Thread rained down upon him. The demon stood motionless, his fingers barely twitching as the slashes materialized, annihilating everything in their path.
The ground beneath Seiji shattered, walls crumbled, and debris filled the air, engulfing the entire area in a choking cloud of dust and rubble. Seiji's body disappeared within the chaos, each slash leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.
The demon lowered his hands slightly, his smirk returning as he surveyed the devastation. "Pitiful," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "I expected more from someone so bold."
A Sudden Turn
Just as the demon was about to turn away, a sudden boom erupted from the dust cloud. A figure shot upward like a missile, bursting through the smoke and debris. Seiji soared above the battlefield, his form outlined against the darkened sky. His body was flawless—every injury, every cut, completely healed.
The demon's glowing eyes narrowed as he watched Seiji descend gracefully, landing on the fractured ground with barely a sound. Seiji stood tall, his aura calm but unyielding. The faint flicker of his 32 Marks of God pulsed faintly across his skin, their golden light cutting through the haze.
"Impossible," the demon muttered, though a hint of amusement flickered across his face. "You were torn apart. How are you standing here without a scratch?"
Seiji adjusted his stance, his eyes locking onto the demon. "The 32 Marks of God don't just define the reality of things," he said, his voice steady. "They rewrite it. Absolute healing is but one of its many facets."
The demon laughed, his voice echoing like a sinister melody. "Ah, so the old relic still has its secrets. I didn't think anyone alive could wield that power, let alone control it. But don't flatter yourself, Seiji. You've barely scratched the surface of its true potential."
Seiji remained silent, his focus unwavering. He reached up, touching his face briefly before his right eye snapped shut. A shift in his demeanor was palpable—his posture grew looser, but the air around him seemed heavier, charged with an invisible force.
The demon cocked his head, intrigued. "So, you're done playing around? Good. Let's see what you've got."
Seiji took a single step forward, and the ground beneath him cracked, the force of his movement radiating outward. The demon's grin widened, his own energy flaring in response.
The arena trembled as the two warriors prepared to clash again, their powers poised to escalate beyond anything seen so far.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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