The council mbers stared at Silva with confusion in their eyes, heavily aware that he had just threatened them. That was what ran through their minds. They understood that Silva was a demigod, and at his young age he was probably a prodigy.
But still, they were all demigods at the second circle, much stronger than him. They had seen things he could only hope to, lived longer than he could imagine, and had tools he could only dream of having, yet he spoke to them with threats. That alone pissed them off.
The council mber standing in front of Silva looked at him and spoke.
"Do you really think that if we choose to hold you down, you would stand a chance of escaping?" he asked. "Or have you forgotten that we—we the Seven—are the strongest on this planet? You are in our domain, and you obey what we say."
Silva smiled. They were already getting on his nerves. The system had already offered him a reward for taking down these demigods. All he had to do was fight them, kill them, get the reward, and gain the EXP that could probably level him up.
But he didn't want unnecessary violence.
Yet the council mbers doubled down.
"You are not leaving this world until you have paid us for using our resources for your examination, and for becoming a hunter under us. You are now the property of our Arcane Council on this world, and you will do as you're told," the man said.
That was the last straw.
Before he could speak another word, Silva threw a punch—point-blank—straight into his face.
BOOM!
The council mbers were shocked Silva took the initiative. They fanned out and surrounded him.
"Do you really want to take this initiative?" one of them asked.
The one Silva had blasted into the ground roared and shot upward like a rocket.
"I'll kill you, you little brat!" he bellowed, pulling out a sword as he shot upward. He slashed—an attack that could easily rip through space. Silva flapped his wings, shooting back and dodging the attack.
"This is the path that you have chosen, fine," Silva said before flapping his wings and shooting forward. Several sonic booms ripped through the air as their swords clashed midair. The explosion that followed shook the sky and created several spatial tears.
The council mber was shocked when Silva blocked his attack that easily; he wasn't even knocked back.
"Why do old bald-headed n like being grumpy?" Silva asked. The question instantly pissed off the council mber. He roared, "I am Aaron Zackell, and I swear on my demigod soul that I'll chop you into bits."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, chill," Silva said with a smile. "Don't make oaths you'll not be able to keep." He said before releasing a powerful blast of dragon's breath at point-blank range. The flas slamd right into Aaron and sent him back.
"I might be a demigod without a circle, but there is one thing you best know—I'm not the type of demigod you know," Silva said, and then pointed the sword at Aaron. "I could kill you in an instant if I wanted." He sounded confident and sure of what he said.
That cocky attitude pissed off Aaron even more. He swore in his heart that before Silva died here, he would show him the true power of a demigod. He held the sword right in front of him, and two gold circles appeared behind him, one inside the other. He was now using the true strength of a demigod.
"He is going all out against a re demigod?" Kneoc, the council mber, said, but Aaron looked at him with a sharp gaze. "Shut the hell up, Gath. I'll make sure I show this fly power." Aaron bellowed and turned his head to face Silva.
BAM!
The side of Silva's sword slamd into the face of Aaron. Shock, pain and confusion plastered on his face. Silva attacked when he was talking—who in the world did sothing like that? But Silva was unbothered; he rushed forward again.
"You think this is a joke? Speaking when fighting ? I'll kill you." His eyes flashed as he thrust his sword. The black flas around it swirled like a vortex. Aaron looked at those flas and the sword—one stab and it was over for him. He moved out of the way as best as he could and evaded the attack at the last mont. The flas blasted out and tore through the cloud.
Aaron then spotted an opening now that Silva had thrust forward. "Die!" he bellowed, as lightning crackled on his sword. The circles at his back spun faster, channeling his divine energy into one slash.
The attack landed.
BOOOOM!
It sounded like an explosion. Aaron was already grinning, believing that he had ended the battle, but a mont later, he realized that his sword didn't feel like it had pierced through anything. So he looked—and then saw that the sword had actually hit against cold, hard scales.
"Impossible," Aaron said. "How could you block my attack with re scales?" He roared, pulled back in anger, and then rushed forward with attacks.
Each one was coated in lightning, a slash stronger than the last, causing the air around them to crackle while massive bolts of lightning fell to the ocean, their heavy bolts killing water life on impact.
Yet Silva blocked every attack like it was a choreographed dance, his sword coated in a layer of flas. In reality, it wasn't that it was that easy to block, but he wanted to feed Aaron an image of dominance, and so he made sure to have all his minds working in full drive, and while using Dragon Eyes, he could easily predict lines of attack and block easily.
And this relentless rage-baiting actually worked. Aaron snapped and rushed an attack, roaring in anger, but that created an opening to his chest. Silva dodged the attack and, without hesitation, stabbed forward. His sword erupted in golden flas as he used pure divine energy, stabbing right through the chest and heart of Aaron, and then following up with a blast of dragon flas through the sword on the inside.
"You are much weaker than Kendall," Silva said—his last words to Aaron.
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