God Zeus' mouth twitched. He wanted to laugh aloud, but the tense atmosphere didn't allow him to. The demons retreated and returned to the side of the Demon Lords. Their faces were grim.
The Gods, Goddesses, and Legacy Figures held their weapons while facing the demons. Most of the lesser gods had some kind of injury—mostly scratches, while some even had arms missing.
Everyone watched as Dukeran's head floated in the space with dead and emotionless eyes. He soon disappeared from view, and the World of White's gravity pulled him towards the mist-covered planet.
Swoosh! A flash appeared, and Lycanhowl appeared beside the Demon Lords. He jumped energetically, like death didn't bother him. However, what shocked everyone was the two heads hanging from his belt. The heads belonged to Mercury and Hermes...
Zeus' eyes widened in shock. He drew a breath and clasped his hands in a quick prayer. The rest of Gods, and Goddesses did the same.
''...'' Anti-Social looked at Dukeran's dead body and turned back to the Gods. His gaze grew colder, and suddenly a flash appeared in his eyes. He was about to use his ability!
However, then a voice rang in his, and in everyone's ears... The demons felt energetic and thrilled, while Gods covered their ears in pain.
''Huuu...'' A ripple appeared in the space. From there, a man stepped out. His hair was black, darker than darkness itself, and his face was covered by a cold-looking fly mask. It was colored black. He donned a black cloak and a hood, which hung from his shoulders. There was a number "3" in the mask.
''Lord Beelzebub!'' The Demon Lords and all demons prostrated before the great entity. He was Beelzebub, the Demon King of Third Heaven!
'Oh no!' Zeus cried out, and felt an immense amount of pressure. There were only a few who could challenge the Demon King's strength, and unfortunately, he wasn't one of them!
Beelzebub's gaze lingered past the Gods and Goddesses till it landed on Miyamoto. He looked grave as he held the hilt of his katana.
Out of nowhere, a pair of illusionary wings unfurled behind Beelzebub. They were almost like flies' wings. Without anyone noticing a thing, he flew across the space, and appeared before Miyamoto. He was even faster than Lycanhowl!
Miyamoto's eye slowly moved, like in slow motion, and he turned to look at Beelzebub's black eyes, hidden behind the mask. His hand slowly drew the katana, but it looked like it was happening in slow motion!
Beelzebub slashed with his gloved hand. It looked like the space was being split in half as his hand moved. It was millimeters away from touching Miyamoto. But, at that moment, an illusionary barrier appeared before the samurai, stopping him.
''?'' Beelzebub frowned and looked in the direction of the World of White. His gaze grew annoyed, and since his superspeed stopped, Miyamoto managed to draw the katana, and this time used both hands as he slashed upward, ''Niten-Ichi Ryu, Dragon's Breath!''
Beelzebub leaned backward and dodged the sword. However, as soon as the katana reached the maximum height, Miyamoto's eyes widened, and his arm muscles bulged. "Niten-Ichi Ryu, Dragon's Fang!''
The katana shredded through the space, and appeared before Beelzebub. However, the Demon King again effortlessly dodged it. His wings flapped rapidly as he suddenly disappeared, appeared behind the samurai, and drove his palm forward. He planned to kill him with one swift strike!
Miyamoto's muscles tensed. He felt an immense amount of danger coming from behind. He saw the worried looks of Gods, and Goddesses, then the taunting expressions of Demons. Everyone was certain that he wasn't strong enough to fight against the Demon King.
Miyamoto's muscles bulged while his eyes turned serious. He shifted his body to the side as his feet sidestepped. It was extremely fluidly done. Beelzebub's palm hit nothing but empty air as it grazed past Miyamoto's body.
Miyamoto unsheathed his second katana. As he held two katanas in his hands, his aura grew much stronger. It was common knowledge that using a katana with a single hand was a difficult feat, and only sword masters could do it. However, Miyamoto was different from others.
He hadn't only mastered single-handed sword-wielding, but he had also mastered dual-wielding. The Niten-Ichi Ryu style was specially made for dual-wielding, and in the match against Dukeran, and till now, he had basically fought with a handicap. He was strongest while holding two katanas and using them simultaneously!
''Well then, may I get the name of my opponent?'' Miyamoto raised the sword in an attack stance while asking for Beelzebub. The Demon King turned to Miyamoto with a cold gaze and didn't speak a word. Instead, his wings again flapped and he moved through the space like a cannonball.
No one could see him moving, except Lycanhowl, who only barely saw his outline!
Miyamoto closed his eyes and didn't trust his eyes. Beelzebub was too strong, and using his eyes might make him weaker. Thus, he trusted in his three senses—smelling, hearing, and feeling!
Buzz... buzz... buzz... He heard the immensely loud buzzing sound that came from the wings.
Miyamoto slammed his eyes open, and used both Katana's to slash onward. They made an "X" cut in the space as suddenly Beelzebub appeared with his arms crossed as a block. The Katana couldn't penetrate his armor!
Miyamoto immediately closed his eyes, and moved to Beelzebub's side. He raised the katanas and slashed them down. ''Niten-Ichi Ryu, Dragon's Two Fangs!''
Beelzebub effortlessly moved backward, and dodged the slashes. In his eyes, the katanas looked painfully slow, like they were being wielded by a child!
His gaze grew cold as he was done playing around. His hideous-looking claws poked through his gloves, then he again flew, and appeared before closed-eyed Miyamoto. He slashed both hands simultaneously, and already imagined the scene of Miyamoto's separated body staining the space in his frozen blood.
As the claws neared, Miyamoto heard the sound of buzzing, and also the disgusting demonic smell. Without opening his eyes, he first stepped to the right, then did a quick backstep, and lastly, a step to the left. The claws first missed him by a hair's length distance, then missed his throat, and last missed his shoulder.
The Demons, and Gods looked amazed!
A human was actually fighting against Demon King and survived his attack!
