In the duel arena, now stood a human youth and a high-rank demon. Both held swords in their right hands and their expressions looked serious as they stared at their opponent's face.
The demon said, "I admit that the current me is much weaker than the past me, especially since I came back to life using an unworthy human vessel. But just because you managed to cut off my left hand, it doesn't mean you are stronger than me. For your arrogance, I will show you true hell."
The anger of the chained soul corrupted the world of the living. The fire of hell awakens the sword of the mighty. Flare up, my sword covered in hatred, and show your opponent the price for waking you up from eternal sleep – The Sword of Corruption, El Diablo!
Instantly, the sword in Ifrit's right hand emitted a blazing blue flame, with even burning souls occasionally appearing around his burning sword.
"The fire on my sword is pure fire from depth of hell that burns with souls as its fuel. Your soul will also end up in the hands of my sword and I will see for myself when your soul burns to nothingness."
Responding to Ifrit's words, I moved my sword filled with high voltage electricity, "Then let's see if I will become fuel for your sword or you will be the first to become dust after I cut you with my sword."
That was the last sentence we uttered because after that all that was heard in the duel arena was the sound of metal colliding at high speed.
We moved so fast that the students who were watching the fight between the two of us couldn't even follow and became dizzy. Some of the teachers were also seen sweating on their heads, indicating that they were also having trouble seeing the movements we were making in the arena.
Vivianne and Rilyco were nowhere to be seen in the VIP seats, as they were moving Lichtalia and Desmond's bodies to the academy's infirmary for immediate treatment. Meanwhile, Fang and Reinhardt seemed focused on the fierce battle taking place inside the arena. The only person who seemed to have no problem keeping up with our rapid movements was Merlin.
Fire and electricity clashed, sparks of electricity and flames filled the duel arena in no time. Even the water that filled the duel arena like a pool had evaporated due to the intense heat from the fire and lightning that continued to clash fiercely.
I have to admit, even though he only used one hand, Ifrit was able to match my every move, parry, and even counter every slash I directed at him.
If it weren't for my sword continuously flowing its mana into my body to replenish the drained mana, I wouldn't have lasted long and would probably have died at his hands.
The fight continued intensely. Even though we had crossed swords hundreds or maybe thousands of times, the time that passed was less than five minutes.
After Ifrit revealed his true abilities, all I could do was clash my sword against his. I still couldn't touch his body even though, at the same time, the same thing was true for him.
After the last attack that widened the distance between us quite a bit, I thought that this couldn't go on. I had to launch an attack that was faster and stronger than the previous one.
But it wasn't just me who had that though. Ifrit also thought the same thing. Taking the opportunity when the distance between us was quite far, and our feet were still floating and had not touched the ground, Ifrit recited the same spell as when he attacked Lichtalia, which resulted in the girl being severely injured.
Those who are despicable deserve to be punished by the fire of hell – Judgement of Fire!
A spell with high attack and destructive power, capable of penetrating Lichtalia's water element defensive spell despite fire's weakness against water.
At the same time as Ifrit launched his spell towards me, I also poured a large amount of mana into one slash of my sword.
Photon Slash!
The high-speed photon slash moved quickly towards Ifrit, causing a collision between Ifrit's spell and my sword slash.
Ifrit's Judgement of Fire was split in two while my photon slash managed to penetrate his spell and hit his body really hard.
I could feel in that one attack just now, a lot of mana was drained from my sword, and it caused the light produced by the electricity on my sword to fade drastically. But in return, I managed to make his body badly injured with blood flowing out quite heavily from the slash wound on his chest.
Just one more of the same slash and he'll fall. That's what was I thought when I saw his condition.
Even though my body wasn't injured as badly as Ifrit, my body felt so heavy, indicating that I was currently experiencing a mana deficiency.
Wait a minute, how can I have those symptomps?
It was at that moment that I realized that my sword was covered in cracks and my sword had lost its effect of providing mana to the user's body.
That meant I had lost my mana source and could only use the remaining mana in my body to continue fighting.
Does the photon slash I performed not only require a huge amount of mana but also a very strong sword durability? Even the sword created by Vivianne could not accommodate the full power of the photon slash?
"What's wrong? Why did you suddenly become quiet? You've managed to put me in a dying state like this, why don't you finish me off with the same attack once more?"
Ifrit looked at my face and at my sword, which was covered in cracks. At that moment he laughed even though he had to vomit a lot of fresh blood from his mouth.
We both realized our respective circumstances. I might still be able to retreat by asking for help from Principal Merlin, but that would mean throwing away my honor and I was not willing to do that. In the end, I made an offer to Ifrit, "You are in critical condition, and I am not much different from you right now. How about we end this duel in one last attack?"
Ifrit realized what I meant and smiled. Ifrit realized that I wanted to finish our duel like a man and did not choose to retreat even though my life could have been saved if I had done so.
Ifrit readied his sword while I channeled the remaining mana in my body to cast my strongest spell. Before we launched the decisive attack, he said, "I have met countless humans and less than ten have managed to earn my respect. Although I do not know your name, I respect you as an opponent."
Darting forward at the same time, Ifrit slashed me with his sword. I chose not to dodge because there was no time and energy to do so. I tried to block his sword slash using my left hand, but even though my hand was coated with mana, the sword still managed to cut my left hand.
At the same time as my hand was cut off, my fist also managed to reach his head. Using all the strength and mana I had, I landed a solid blow to his face.
The last words I shouted before losing consciousness were the name of the spell I had just used.
Lightning Plasma!