"Wait! What are you talking about? Hey, I am weak… I am no danger to you guys. And listen, I am just a lost boy. I somehow ended up on this island… I just want to get out of this place."

Amon spoke desperately, trying to save his life if possible, using only normal talk.

The two demons gazed at him. Then Aziz started to laugh.

"Hahahahaha!"

His laughter was loud.

"Oh boy, do you think we care about that? Whether you are harmful or not doesn't matter. What matters is that you are human," he said with an evil smile.

Amon's face turned ugly and grim. He started cursing these guys and all their generations. How could someone be so petty? What had he even done to them?

But again, logic wouldn't work here. Just like those cultivation books, where the protagonist is constantly chased by elders of some sect for shitty reasons.

The same thing was happening here.

Amon was really annoyed. Everything had been going perfectly, but suddenly it flipped.

Amon gulped down his saliva, gripping his sword's hilt more tightly. Guess he had no choice but to fight and run away. That was the only option. But could he even run away?

"Anyways, we should–" Vikara stopped mid-sentence. His crimson eyes turned to the other side, narrowing.

"Tch! They are here. Damn it, we shouldn't have wasted our time with this guy." Now this guy was cursing himself for holding Amon up.

Amon really felt wronged. Why did they even come here for him when they were being chased?

Now Amon's eyes went wide at his words.

'They are being chased… by whom? Catching up with them… so it must be enemies… so what if they are humans?'

At that thought, Amon's heart started to beat faster. There was still hope.

"I will go and handle them. You remain here… kill or take this boy… it's up to you." Saying that, Vikara vanished from his position, running toward the direction from where they were coming.

Amon watched him go away. Then he looked in front of him again. Aziz was standing there with a wide smile.

Amon shook his head and chuckled. "Heheh~"

Aziz raised his brows, wondering if the boy had gone crazy or what. He summoned a sword, looking at Amon with killing intent.

"I will kill you slowly… until Vikara comes back."

Aziz moved first.

He didn't rush. He didn't charge blindly like the monsters Amon had fought before. He walked forward slowly, confidently, his sword hanging loosely at his side as if he were taking a casual stroll.

That alone made Amon's chest tighten. The pressure was completely different.

Every step Aziz took made the air feel heavier, thicker, as if the forest itself was bowing to his presence. Amon could feel it pressing against his skin, sinking into his bones.

"So," Aziz said calmly with a cold smile, tilting his head, "show me what you can do, human boy."

Amon didn't reply. He tightened his grip on his sword until his knuckles turned white. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. He forced himself to breathe slowly.

He only had a few options. That are to fight, survive, and run if possible. Those were the only things on his mind.

Aziz suddenly vanished. Amon's eyes widened. He was too fast.

His instincts screamed danger. He twisted his body sideways just as a blade flashed past where his head had been a moment earlier.

Slash!

The wind screamed as Aziz's sword cut through the air, slicing a deep mark into the tree behind Amon.

Amon staggered back, barely keeping his balance. Before he could even recover.

Bang!

Aziz kicked him square in the chest.

"Guh—!"

Amon flew backward and crashed into the ground, dirt and leaves scattering everywhere. Pain exploded through his ribs, knocking the breath out of him.

Aziz didn't give him time. He was already there.

Clang!

Amon barely raised his sword in time to block another strike. The impact nearly shattered his arms. His knees buckled, and he was forced down to one knee.

"Too slow, boy," Aziz said mockingly. He was enjoying it. He always did when it came to humans. He liked to play with them.

He pressed down harder.

Amon gritted his teeth, shadows surging around his legs as he forced himself to roll aside. Aziz's blade slammed into the ground where Amon had been, carving a deep groove into the earth.

Amon scrambled to his feet, breathing heavily. He slashed back with everything he had. The blade was fast, sharp, and coated in shadow.

Aziz parried it with ease.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Their swords collided several times in rapid succession. Each time, Amon felt his arms grow heavier, his muscles screaming in protest. Aziz, on the other hand, looked completely relaxed.

"You're not bad," Aziz said casually. "For a human who's at the Awakened rank."

"Shut up!" Amon shouted, pushing mana into his legs.

How could Amon not get angry? It wasn't just that the demon was mocking him. It was the fact that this guy was so full of himself while beating a kid much weaker than him.

He lunged forward, then suddenly dropped low and swept his blade upward.

Aziz stepped back smoothly, the attack missing by inches. Before Amon could recover.

Punch!

Aziz's fist slammed into Amon's stomach.

"—Kh!"

Amon doubled over, coughing violently. His sword slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground with a dull clatter.

Aziz grabbed Amon by the collar and lifted him slightly off the ground.

"This is the problem with humans," Aziz said coldly. "They don't understand when to give up. You didn't have any chance against me from the start."

He threw Amon aside.

Amon hit the ground hard and rolled several times before stopping near a tree. His vision blurred. His ears rang. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Still–

He pushed himself up. His legs trembled, but he stood.

Aziz paused, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Oh? You're still standing?"

Amon wiped the blood from his lips and forced a weak grin. Hatchet appeared in front of him as he held it in left hand.

"Sorry," he said hoarsely. "I'm… pretty stubborn." He gave Aziz a wide smile.

Shadows gathered around his hatchet.

Aziz laughed softly. "Good. That makes this more fun."

Amon raised his sword.

[Mana Bullet]

A compressed blue sphere of mana formed at the tip of the sword and shot toward Aziz.

Aziz simply tilted his head as the bullet passed by it.

At the same time, Amon moved his left hand with inhuman speed.

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