The Show Ends 1/2

Black Sky said disdainfully, "A petty trick... The Demon World isn't some greenhouse like Earth. Tens of thousands of years of battle weren't for nothing."

"Is that so?" Hayato said. "I never thought I could take you out that easily."

Black Sky frowned in confusion.

"I'm testing the limits of that vessel of yours."

Seeing the smile on the boy's face, the primal demon had a bad feeling.

Hayato tugged at his clothes, exposing his shoulder, then rolled his shoulder joint.

Crack!

It seemed to have dislocated, revealing a section of stark white bone at his shoulder.

Hayato gripped one end of the bone and slowly pulled it out.

Another bone blade.

The sight made countless observers shudder.

Holding a blade in each hand, Hayato raised an eyebrow at Black Sky. "Are you mentally prepared?"

Black Sky swallowed, suddenly feeling the urge to say, "No."

Hayato had merely asked casually. Had he been seeking Black Sky's opinion? He raised both hands, and the two bone blades came down in alternating slashes.

One slash, two slashes, three slashes... one hundred slashes...

Pegasus Meteor Street-Cleaving Barrage!!!

Hayato's hands moved faster and faster until nothing remained but blurred shadows.

"Phew~"

Hayato suddenly lowered his hands, his movements gentle, as though the berserk blade-wielding man from a moment ago had been nothing more than a collective illusion.

Seriously... swift as dropping his pants, still as a maiden.

Meanwhile, Black Sky was still frantically waving his scythe. The Death God-style scythe looked cool, but Black Sky's movements were ridiculous.

It took Black Sky about half a second to realize that Hayato had stopped attacking.

Dense black mist spilled from Black Sky's pale face.

What utter humiliation!

Even if it was only the humiliation of a projection, it was still enough to be remembered throughout the