As Aahan tightened his grip around the demon's arm, he felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. The creature's attempts to break free only fueled his determination.
Aahan was confident he could take the demon down if he did not let go of its arm. Unfortunately, in doing so, he had given the Rakshara the opportunity he was looking for.
With a swift and unexpected move, the demon lifted Aahan off the ground, his body soaring through the air. Panic gripped Aahan as he struggled to maintain his hold on the demon's arm, his legs wrapped tightly around it.
Before Aahan could react, the demon's strength turned against him. He was slammed onto the ground with bone-jarring force.
The impact knocked the wind out of him, leaving Aahan gasping for breath, his vision momentarily blurring. Pain radiated through his body, a sharp reminder of the dangerous battle he was engaged in.
The demon wasted no time, its intentions clear. It raised its massive foot, ready to deliver a crushing stomp. Aahan's instincts kicked in just in time.
Summoning every ounce of energy, he rolled sideways with desperate agility, narrowly evading the deadly strike. His heart raced as he scrambled to his feet, his breath ragged.
"Fuck, that was too close!"
But the moment didn't last long as the demon grabbed Aahan by his neck and lifted him off the ground.
"You rodent-like bastard!" Rakshara roared in fury, punching Aahan in the torso.
Aahan's body jolted from pain as he puked a few drops of blood from his mouth. The demon seemed to enjoy the sight of Aahan writhing in pain as he prepared to punch him again.
But this time, Aahan was prepared, and before the demon could release his punch, Aahan slammed his head into the demon's. Aahan's visor shattered, but he knew he had done some damage to the monster as his grasp weakened, and Aahan fell on his legs with a soft thump.
Grim determination fueled Aahan's next move. He seized the opportunity, sweeping his legs out with a powerful kick aimed at the demon's legs.
The creature's balance faltered, letting out a guttural roar as it stumbled forward and fell to his knees.
Aahan's persistence had paid off. The demon's hold on him weakened, and Aahan slipped free from its grip, landing on his feet a few feet away.
His body ached every movement, a reminder of the punishment he had endured. But there was no time to rest. Aahan knew that the demon would overpower him if he let up now.
It was an opportunity for him to defeat the demon and get out of there once and for all. He lunged forward, propelled by sheer determination. His body moved on instinct as he closed the distance between him and the demon.
With fierce determination, Aahan launched himself at the creature, his arms wrapping around its neck in a sleeper-hold manoeuvre.
"You insolent human!"
The demon thrashed and roared, its attempts to break free sending shockwaves of pain through Aahan's body. But Aahan clung on, his grip unyielding.
The demon's desperation was evident as he tried to get Aahan off himself. He slammed Aahan against the ground, the impact jarring his senses.
The world spun around him, and pain flared through his body like wildfire. But he refused to let go. Every ounce of his being was focused on maintaining the hold around the demon's neck.
'I can't let go of this fucker... the moment I do so, I'll lose for sure!'
However, it was easier said than done. With a powerful surge of strength, the demon slammed Aahan against nearby walls, the impact rattling his bones.
Aahan gritted his teeth, his vision blurred. Still, he held on by some miracle, and his grip tightened even more. The demon's struggles grew weaker, its movements slowing as the air supply to its lungs diminished.
Aahan's own breath was ragged, his body screaming in agony. But he couldn't afford to give in now. He had come too far and fought too hard. He was driven by the memory of his brother's suffering and the pain of his past failures.
As the demon's struggles weakened further, Aahan felt a sense of grim satisfaction. He had pushed himself to the brink and endured unbearable pain, all for this moment. And then, finally, the demon's movements ceased. Its body went limp in Aahan's grip as the creature slumped over... dead.
<127 points have been assigned to you!>
Exhausted and battered, Aahan released his hold on the demon's neck as soon as those texts appeared before his eyes.
He stumbled back, collapsing onto the ground, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. The adrenaline that had fueled him was fading, leaving behind a throbbing ache that seemed to surround every inch of his body.
"Looks like I broke a couple of bones..." Aahan mumbled as he realised his right shoulder was dislocated.
Apart from his bones, his entire body was covered in bruises. It wasn't a feeling anyone would enjoy.
Aahan's gaze remained fixed on the fallen demon before him. Its form was still, its eyes vacant. He had done it. He had prevailed over a creature of the darkness. A sense of profound relief washed over him, mingling with the pain and exhaustion.
As he lay there, the weight of his triumph settling over him, Aahan knew that he had proven something to himself. He was no longer the immature, unlearned fighter he had once been.
Well, it wasn't like he had become a strong Rathi, and he knew the only reason he won was his luck.
"I still have some work to do..."
Slowly, he pushed himself up, his muscles protesting every movement. He cast a last glance at the defeated demon, his expression a mix of weariness and resolve.
"Now then, how am I supposed to bring his head with me?" Aahan mumbled, and just then, an excruciating pain shot up his bandaged arm.
It felt like someone was trying to pull the bones from his left hand, and then it happened. Asura's tongue burst through the bandages and struck the dead Rakshara's neck.
Before Aahan knew what was happening, his wound began to heal. His vision improved, and so did the pain all across his body. As the tongue kept sucking on Rakshara's blood, Aahan healed entirely.
There wasn't a single scratch on his body once the tongue had its fill and returned inside Aahan's hand without any issues.
As Aahan stared at the demon's corpse, he realised the tongue had helped him by slicing off Rakshara's head. But if that wasn't enough, another wall of text appeared before him, but it wasn't the one generated by the ID.
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[Remaining Slots: 05]
"What the hell is this?" Aahan's eyes widened in surprise as he went through the notification.