His footwork spun, and that seemingly soft, slender waist erupted with unimaginable strength.
They closed in, broke apart, closed in, broke apart. The rapid patter of footsteps and the clash of blades were the accompaniment to this dance. Deep underground, where no one knew of them, they truly were dancing with each other.
Blood spattered onto the ground. As Curze's hair swayed, the demon laughed with extreme ambiguity.
"You are so handsome," it said. "So mouthwatering. I truly want to take you into my arms and taste your deliciousness."
The Night Haunter sneered and did not answer the filthy creature.
His fingers twitched. Darkness behind the demon turned into sharp blades and stabbed violently into its body, then began to twist cruelly, utterly destroying its organs and bones. The demon screamed, its face flushed as it collapsed to the ground, yet in the next instant it stood up as if nothing had happened.
The wounds had healed—no, perhaps it was not healing.
The Night Haunter narrowed his eyes.
"Wonderful!" it shrieked. "Can you do that a few more times?!"
That was what it said, but its eyes shone with greed and lust. In the next instant, it charged over violently. Its four arms danced wildly, and four alien disc-shaped blades cut through the air at an unimaginable speed, rushing straight for Curze's neck.
Its martial skill was flawless, its speed nearly impossible to parry, its strength even more transcendent—but its opponent was Konrad Curze.
The Night Haunter calmly raised the short blade in his left hand and blocked the first strike. No trace of emotion could be seen in his pitch-black eyes. At the same time, he lifted his right hand and blocked the second strike, then was immediately wrapped in darkness and vanished from where he stood, evading the