Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 120 Magistri, Is This Show Nice Enough!?

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As Lenny observed A890, he also took note of his ability.

<Ability: Absorber>

A890's ability on Lenny's opinion was not a nice one but then again, he could not back off now.

The Magistri walked up to Lenny and whispered in his ear, "don't make it look too easy. Make sure you give a nice show, and also, do NOT use your Darkline magic."

The audience was not privilege to the knowledge that Lenny was not at full potential and neither was the Magistri. 

Then again, as far as they were concerned, Lenny was biting more than he could chew.

Many speculated that the fight would be done in a quick second.

In fact, many hoped that Lenny got a pounding for his arrogance.

However, known knew that Lenny's arrogance was backed by true strength.

The Magistri gave the command.

"Fight!"

*Boom!*

It was like he had been shot out of a gun.

Lenny's body leaned in an abnormal 'C' in the air as he dove in for the kill.

He went straight for the strongest person which was A890, ignoring D455.

In mid air, Pincers had already appeared on his hand.

*Boom!*

He landed like a heavy artery she'll that had been shot out of tank.

His Pincers fell on the head of his opponent.

*Boom!*

A890's feet dug into the ground in his attempt to defend against Lenny's attack.

This first move made the audience shooked.

Especially for the Arena masters watching, they knew how much power a gladiator of every class should be able to produce.

Lenny had just come with a enough force to put an enhance A class Gladiator in a terrible defensive position.

The kind of abnormal strength he carried left them speechless.

"Hahahaha!!!" Cuban chuckled loudly. He had a proud look on his face.

Meanwhile, Basit frowned.

Unfortunately, Lenny's attack had been blocked by A890.

He used his long claws in a 'X' above his head.

"Not bad!" A890 complimented him, "but this battle is not yours to win." His voice echoed, an extra effect from the devil pill.

As soon as he talked, Lenny felt A455's assault coming from behind him.

Of course he had not forgotten about this guy.

Even in the fight against D800, he had only attacked when D800 was busy, trying to take advantage of a turned back.

But Lenny had the passive ability PERCEPTION.

Without looking back, he lifted a hand to defend against D890's attack.

*Ding!*

The meeting of his Pincer and A890's claws rang out like metal against metal.

D455 attacked again and again. His claws dancing in the air, their aim to rip Lenny to shreds.

However, without looking back, Lenny's hands moved with incredible speed and precision, blocking the attacks.

*Ding!Ding!!Ding!!!*

He defended against all the attacks.

"Wow!" 

Lenny's move impressed the audience.

 Seeing that D455 was not cracking through Lenny's defense, A890 decided to take over, switching immediate to attack.

He swiped hard. His claws headed for Lenny's abdomen.

"Oh! A sneaky move?" Lenny thought to himself.

He leaped up into the air.

Immediately, A890 also moved. "I got you now," He muttered.

He kicked against the ground. Apparently, he wanted to deliver an attack in the air.

The complexity and plan of this attack was an intelligent one.

The reason for this was because one could not move in the air.

A person could only move towards a predetermined path.

Unless acted upon by another force, it was not physically possible to change directions in the air.

Or rather, it shouldn't be.

However, Lenny had a distinguish ability to mess with the norms that people were used to.

 As an assassin in his former world, they were many times he came across skills that trampled common sense like it was shit under one's feet.

That ability to trample over the norm was not something he had gotten rid off one little bit.

Like a cat, his body moved abnormally in mid air.

And then his Pincer aimed down for his opponent's chest.

*SLUSH!*

A sharp slush sound was heard.

Lenny's pincer had gone into one side of A890's chest.

Cuban laughed some more as he saw this.

Lenny was really dominating the battlefield.

However, something unexpected suddenly happened.

A890 smiled as hew allowed the blade to go into his body. 

Unlike Lenny expected, he did not back off but rather leaned in to accept the strike.

The pincer sank in deep, and as it did, Lenny was pulled closer.

"Got you!" A890 clamped his arms together in a hug for Lenny.

It was not difficult for Lenny to immediately notice that he had been pulled into a trap.

He instantly let go of the Pincer, turning around to escape. 

But A890 was like a wild deer trap.

He clamped his arms tight holding Lenny in place like a grandmother snuggling a missed grand child.

"Shit!" Lenny cursed. He instantly realized that he had been tricked.

A890 had allowed him to make that attack do that he could hold him in place.

A890 Clamped him tight, holding him in place.

At the same time, D455 attacked once more.

Lenny snickered, "do you think this can hold me!?"

He applied pressure to leave.

However, he suddenly felt something strange. 

It was like his strength was leaving his body.

No! This was not just an assumption. It was really happening.

Lenny turned. He could see a smile on A890's face.

*Ability: Absorbtion*

This was the ability that Lenny had seen under A890's stats.

This was the ability he had.

He could temporarily drain his opponentd of their strength.

As he did, he became stringer, and the clamp around Kenny became stronger.

It was at this time that A890 appeared.

In his hands were his claws ready for assault.

Even Lenny knew this was bad.

*Slash!*

The first attack hit, taking a good amount of flesh off Lenny's face. 

The blow was heavy, leaving deep unforgiving claw marks on his face.

*Slash!* 

The next attack came. It was for his chest.

Just like his face, it also took a significant amount of flesh out.

Blood splattered on the ground.

The entire dynamic of the fight had suddenly changed.

"Yes!" This time around, it was Basit laughing wildly and Cuban frowning.

The audience also shook their heads.

No doubt, it was impressive that Lenny had lasted so long in this fight. After all, he was fighting two people that had been enhanced by the Devil Pill.

But battles were like a chess game. Because one was amassing more chess piece did not mean that he was going to win.

Things just did not work that way.

There were many instances were an opponent feign weakness just to draw an opponent in, giving the opponent too much confidence that wining the fight was a guarantee, and then when the opponent was at the peak of over confidence, thereby underestimating the outcome of the fight, a swift and desive strick would be made.

Gladiator fights although appeared rigid, and in some cases could be, were not so rigid.

The winner was never set in stone.

There were just too many factors that could influence a win.

For example, the wind might just blow at the wrong time, bringing with it dust that might enter a person's eyes during a fight.

Or accidentally stepping on an uneven stone could make a person loose balance and fall on a sword or spear.

Many might attribute this to luck or to some mysterious force, but such were battles fought for one's life.

Although Lenny's case had not been so based on luck, his miscalculation had still gotten him in trouble.

Cuban was so angry that his Darkline magic leaked slightly from his body.

He turned to the Magistri.

The Magistri looked back at him.

Surprisingly, he did not panic.

Rather, he enjoyed the show. 

Even though Lenny was been given a beating, he did not so much as crack a frown.

D455 laughed lowly.

"Didn't you say you were going to skin me? Hahahaha!!! Look at you now. Don't worry, I'll skin you real good."

He waved his claws, dancing their sharpness on Lenny's body.

Without a doubt, Lenny was done for.

As D455 destroyed Lenny's body, E666 watched with a low glow in her eyes.

It was as if seeing Lenny bleed the way he did brought her joy. She even tighted her legs a bit in response to her excitement, and her fingers sneakily went down her loin cloth to engage herself.

A222 on the other hand frowned. Something was not right. After all, she had seen Lenny kill a Magistri. This was not supposed to happen.

As D455 sliced, Lenny's voice was suddenly heard.

"Wait!" Lenny muttered lowly.

D455 suddenly paused a bit, "huh? You have something you want to say before you die... hahaha!"

"Yes!" Lenny muttered, spitting out some blood.

"Oh! Really," he lifted Lenny's badly beaten face with his claws, "do tell before I slice off your tongue."

However, Lenny did not look at him. Instead, he looked at the Magistri, "is this show nice enough!?"