My Wives are Beautiful Demons Chapter 710: …So this is how it’s going to be

The next impact was silent.

It was absent.

For a single instant, the entire labyrinth... fell silent. Not because the noise ceased, but because sothing deeper took its place—an absolute suppression, as if reality itself were being compressed to make room for what was about to happen.

And then—

Movent.

Shiva appeared first.

Not in displacent.

In presence.

He didn’t traverse space—he simply was there, before Alice, his body already rotating, his hips aligned, his arm pulled back in a perfect chanical force generation.

The blow ca.

But it wasn’t just a blow.

It was the execution of a principle.

Destruction condensed into technique.

Alice saw.

And, for the first ti...

She didn’t just analyze.

She reproduced.

Her body moved in that sa instant. Her foot pivoted on its axis with milliter precision, her hip following, her spine aligning identically to his. Her arm advanced, not to block, but to intercept the vector of the blow at the exact point where the force was still accumulating.

Contact.

There was no impact.

There was cancellation.

The two forces t in perfect opposition... and annihilated each other.

The air around them collapsed.

Space vibrated.

But neither of them retreated.

Shiva’s eyes narrowed.

And then... the smile returned.

Bigger.

More intense.

More dangerous.

"—Ah."

Alice was already moving.

Without hesitation.

Without delay.

She advanced.

Her fist ca in an arc.

Identical.

Perfect.

Not a superficial copy.

Not an imitation.

It was execution. Shiva tilted his head, dodging by milliters—but what struck him wasn’t the fist.

It was the wave.

The residual force of the blow ripped through the air and hit his face like an invisible blade, pushing him sideways. Not enough to throw him... but enough to displace him.

One step.

A single step.

His smile... deepened.

"You’re learning."

Alice didn’t answer.

She didn’t need to.

Her body was already in sequence.

Her foot slid across the ground—or what remained of it—and her second blow ca from below, ascending with a trajectory that perfectly mimicked Shiva’s previous attack.

He blocked.

But not like before.

Now... there was weight.

The impact pushed his arm back a few centiters.

And this—

This was new.

Shiva advanced.

But now his movents had changed again.

If before he broke patterns... now he multiplied them.

His blows ca in impossible chains, transitions that didn’t exist within conventional combat systems. Each movent didn’t lead to the next—he created three possibilities at the sa ti, choosing one at the last instant.

Controlled chaos.

Destruction in the form of art.

Alice faced it.

And, for a mont...

She failed.

One blow passed.

It hit her shoulder.

Another ca imdiately after, hitting her side.

Her body was displaced.

Not thrown.

But pressed.

And then ca the third.

Direct.

Straight.

Without variation.

Alice... didn’t block.

She absorbed.

Her body recoiled half a step.

Her feet adjusted their axis.

And her eyes... shone.

"I understand." She advanced again.

But this ti...

She didn’t copy a move.

She copied the system.

Her movents ceased to be linear.

Her body began to generate multiple possibilities with each action, micro-variations arising in her shoulders, hips, and feet, all coexisting for fractions of a second before collapsing in the final execution.

She was no longer reacting.

She was predicting.

The two disappeared.

And reappeared at another point in the labyrinth.

And then at another.

And another.

Each exchange of blows now not only destroyed the environnt—it rewrote the dynamics of combat. The walls were no longer obstacles, the ground was no longer support, and the air... was no longer stable enough to be considered a reliable dium.

The labyrinth was being undone.

Not by brute force.

But by the complexity of the battle.

Alice spun her body, dodging a diagonal blow, and responded with three consecutive attacks. Shiva blocked two... and the third passed through.

The impact struck his abdon.

This ti—

He was thrown.

Not far.

But far enough.

He slid across the destroyed ground for a few ters... and stopped.

Silence.

For a mont.

He stood up.

And began to laugh.

Not loudly.

But genuinely.

"...You really are doing this."

He raised his hand.

And closed it.

The space around him collapsed.

Not as before.

Now it was directed.

Controlled.

Condensed around his own body.

His presence changed.

No longer expansive.

Now it was dense.

Heavy.

Like a core.

"Then let’s see how far you can keep up."

He disappeared.

Alice reacted.

But—

The difference was now minimal.

Almost imperceptible.

He appeared behind her.

And, for the first ti...

The blow landed.

Directly.

Cleanly.

Her body was thrown forward, crashing through two walls before she managed to steady herself. She slid across the floor, her feet carving a deep furrow in the stone before stopping.

Silence.

She breathed.

Once.

Twice.

And then... she smiled.

It wasn’t a wide smile.

It was small.

Precise.

And dangerously satisfied.

"I could see."

She raised her head.

And, without hesitation—

She disappeared.

When she reappeared...

She didn’t go behind.

She didn’t go to the side.

She went exactly where Shiva would appear.

Her fist was already in motion.

The blow struck.

Directly.

This ti... there was no defense.

The impact distorted the surrounding space, creating a wave that expanded in all directions, tearing apart what remained of the surrounding structure.

Shiva was thrown. This ti... far.

Very far.

Crossing multiple layers, leaving a trail of destruction that cut through the labyrinth in a straight line.

Alice remained still.

Her eyes following.

Analyzing.

Calculating.

And then... she spoke.

Softly.

Almost like a ntal note.

"Speed ​​adjusted. Unstable vectors compensated. Rupture pattern assimilated."

She took a step forward.

And her aura... changed again.

It didn’t grow.

It refined.

If before it was raw power with control...

Now it was technique with purpose.

At the distant point of impact...

The debris began to move.

Slowly.

And then... a hand erged.

Shiva stood up.

His eyes... shone.

More than before.

More than at any point in that fight. He looked at her.

And, for the first ti...

There wasn’t just excitent.

There was respect.

"...Perfect."

He took a step.

And the world around him... yielded.

"Then co."

Alice replied.

Taking the sa step.

And the space between them...

Disappeared.

This ti... there was no longer any difference between them.

The fight had changed.

It was no longer a god against an apprentice.

It was—

Two monsters.

Learning from each other.

While destroying everything around them.

...

...

...

The center of the labyrinth didn’t seem part of the rest of the structure.

While the corridors were narrow, oppressive, and full of false paths, that space was vast... too open. A gigantic circular hall, where the walls curved upwards until they disappeared into a distant vault, covered in runes that pulsed in a slow rhythm, almost like breathing.

The air there was different.

Heavier.

Denser.

As if the space itself were... attentive.

Vergil entered without hesitation.

His steps echoed cleanly, controlled, each movent calculated, without any hurry. His gaze swept over the environnt, analyzing every detail—the runic lines, the points of intersection, the flaws in the structure. Even without being able to map the labyrinth, he was still... reading.

dusa, in her reduced form, remained wrapped around his neck like a living scarf, her small head resting near his collarbone. Her reptilian eyes moved constantly, attentive to everything.

"I don’t like it here..." she murmured, her voice low, almost a whisper. "It’s too quiet."

Vergil didn’t answer.

He just kept walking.

And then—

Impact.

There was no warning.

There was no presence.

There was no detectable intent.

Just force.

Absolute.

The blow struck his torso with such extre violence that the ground beneath his feet didn’t even have ti to react before being pulverized. His body was thrown backward like a projectile, hurtling through the air with absurd speed, breaking through an entire wall of the central hall, then another, and another—until disappearing into the darkness of a distant corridor.

The sound ca next.

A deep rumble that reverberated throughout the structure.

Silence.

For a brief mont.

And then... debris began to fall.

Stones.

Fragnts.

Broken runes flickering unsteadily.

In the midst of that trail of destruction... sothing moved.

Vergil erged from the rubble without haste.

No sign of damage.

No irregular breathing.

No exertion.

He adjusted his neck slightly, cracking it with a short movent, as if more bothered by the interruption than the attack itself.

dusa raised her head, her eyes narrowed.

"...Okay, that was rude."

Vergil ran a hand over his shoulder, removing so of the dust.

And then he spoke.

"...What the hell was that?"

No irritation.

No anger.

Just... realization.

His eyes lifted.

And then he saw.

In the center of the hall... there was soone.

Montary.

The presence wasn’t explosive like Shiva’s.

It wasn’t chaotic like Alice’s.

It was... silent.

But dense.

Like an abyss that simply existed.

The figure stood, enveloped in dark armor that seed to absorb the surrounding light, subtle lines of energy running across its surface like veins of an artificial organism. There was no visible face—only an opaque, cold, emotionless visor.

But the eyes...

The eyes were there.

Even without being visible.

Watching.

Fixed.

On Vergil.

The air around the figure vibrated irregularly, as if its re existence were interfering with the environnt. The runes on the nearest walls began to flicker, blinking in erratic patterns.

Vergil tilted his head slightly.

Watching.

Analyzing.

Without haste.

"...So you’re the one."

Silence.

The figure did not respond.

It did not react.

But then—

She moved.

There was no preparation.

There was no visible displacent.

She was simply closer.

Much closer.

Vergil raised his arm.

Block.

The impact ca.

And this ti... there was reaction.

The ground beneath his feet gave way.

It sank a few inches.

A fissure spread around the point of contact.

But he wasn’t thrown.

He held on.

For an instant.

The two remained there.

Locked.

Force against force.

And then—

Vergil smiled.

It wasn’t fun.

It was recognition.

"I understand."

He pushed.

Not with more force.

But with better application.

The figure’s arm was displaced a few inches to the side.

Enough.

Vergil turned his body. And he counterattacked.

His blow ca straight, precise, without waste.

The figure moved its arm to block—

Too late.

The impact struck its torso.

The sound was... strange.

It wasn’t flesh.

It wasn’t ordinary tal.

It was sothing in between.

Sothing that absorbed part of the impact... but not all.

The figure slid back a few ters.

Stopped.

Montary again.

Silence.

Vergil lowered his arm.

His eyes narrowed.

Interested.

"It’s not an automaton."

Another realization.

Another analysis.

The figure tilted its head slightly.

And then... spoke.

The voice didn’t co from its mouth.

It ca from the surrounding space.

Distorted.

Multiple.

Emotionless. "Eliminate."

A pause.

Short.

And then—

"Lucifer."

dusa froze.

Her eyes widened instantly, her body contracting around Vergil’s neck.

"...Oh, no."

Vergil didn’t move.

But his eyes...

Changed.

For the first ti since entering that labyrinth...

Sothing within him responded.

Not as a reaction.

But as... a mory.

Recognition.

His smile vanished.

Replaced by sothing smaller.

Colder.

More dangerous.

"...So this is how it’s going to be."