Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 141 To Be One With The Blade 'O Gasume' Stance

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Master Lucian turned to him, "WILL is essence. It's born in all things. it is the reason why the Antelope runs for its life and the same reason why the leopard chases for its food. WILL is life. The one ability that defies mother nature itself. Do you understand Young disciple? It is the Actualization of Desire. It's the fuel of IT."

Master Lucian walked towards him. So let me ask you, what is your desire? This you need to find, because without desire, WILL is weak, and if or When WILL is weak, the Universe shall hide her answers from your eyes."

He played with the grey Spider as he walked away.

Lenny on the other hand sat down in a lotus position deep in thought.

He did not even notice when he had entered a meditative state.

With what he had just heard, WILL was tangeble essence.

It could be amassed.

But it was only fueled by Desire.

It was an unstoppable force much like an engine, but if it did not have direction, then it was wasted.

So the Question now was, what was the focus of his desire?

Simple put, a car without a destination moved nowhere.

WILL just like the story of the Leaopard and the Antelope was not a lover of evil or good, but of pure untainted desire.

As he sank deeper in thought, a low halo formed around him.

Master Lucian from afar could see the low but nearly invisible halo.

This was the presence of WILL. Lenny was harnessing it's power and actualizing it's presence.

As he did, his muscles tightened.

They seemed to have increased in size. His veins became much more visible on his skin. Tracing his body like the roots of a tree.

Master Lucian saw this and nodded.

Once more, the Acupuncture needles were dipped in the Deadly pepper and then inserted into his body.

Once more, Lenny attempted the test.

Just like before, his unconscious mind tried to take over his conscious mind using the subconscious mind as the bridge.

However, this time around was different. This time around, WILL was involved....

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The Devil's had mounted Lenny. Devil's were sensitive creatures.

They could sense that Lenny was strong.

The moment an opportunity for his defeat had made an appearance, they all latched on it.

Many of them even ignoring the other Gladiators to mount Lenny's body.

As they did, Poison sent forth big balls of Acid, bathing the small mountain of devils on Lenny.

At first, they was struggle and the devil pile shook. However, the struggle suddenly stopped.

Below the pile flowed out thick red blood.

This was obviously not devil blood.

On seeing this, Basit in the Arena could not help but burst into laughter.

The Other Arena masters also laughed heartily.

After all, this was a bet, and although Cuban had not fully lost yet, they all knew that Lenny was his strongest Gladiator.

If Lenny died here, then there was no chance that the other gladiators would make it to the end.

They would all just be easy pickings for the other stronger gladiators.

Only Poison and Decay were more than enough to deal with them.

Also, the Gladiators had already been instructed ahead of time to kill off Cuban's stock.

Cuban frowned hard at this.

Even the Magistri for the first time since the beginning of the fight frowned tightly.

After all, as far as he was concerned, Lenny should be smart and strong enough to handle the devils.

He too had seen as Lenny lost his cool which resulted in his current situation.

The Magistri sighed lowly. However, he did not let his worry show on his face. After all, Cuban was looking his way.

Basit on the other hand turned to Cuban, "Arena master Cuban, how are you feeling at the moment? Are you feeling Broke perhaps!?"

However, while Basit was laughing and cracking up jokes, Lady Hanger tapped him on the shoulder and pointed at the screen showing the pile.

It was at this moment that Basit realized something.

If Lenny was already dead, then why was the Bat eyes still on the pile?

Just then, the quiet pile of Devils suddenly glowed in a low white halo, and then...

*Boom!*

It was an explosion of sorts.

The devils were flung away like rubber balls.

Many of them bursting apart as they did.

And there he was.

He had sharp claws still stuck in his body.

His blood flowed from his body like the gentle flow of a stream. 

It was steady, not rushing, but with the amount he had lost and was still losing, it was a wonder how he still stood.

This was the thought of Decay and Poison watching from a safe distance.

But that was not all, his body looked to be bigger. His muscles were taunt, decorated by his veins like a river making smaller creaks into the mainland.

Aside from that, his body had a low halo about him.

It was almost as if his bloody form in it's red mess had become holy. 

His eyes remained closed. It was like the burdens of the world did not concern him.

This was regardless of the fact that he was surrounded by devils and gladiators that wanted to eat off his flesh.

His legs moved and his muscles bent and curved in the rhythm of his motion.

His feet carved against the red earth beneath him as his upper body lowered into a stance, waving the Katana in his hand in line with his eyes, pointed straight ahead of him.

The moment he entered this stance, Clawed that was watching in the Arena stood to his feet.

He was not the only one that was surprised by this, but he was the only one that could not believe what he was seeing.

However, how could he not?

This was an old martial art stance. It was man becoming one with his blade. 

With the blade becoming an extension of his body.

With his current focus being powered by WILL, it is said that one could even feel every cut the Blade makes like it was touch on one's own skin.

If the blade were to bend or break, one would feel it's strain and pain. 

This was a state of enlightenment that should not happen. At least it should not happen in this backward world.

Clawed was a strong demon, and he had carved a way of blood to reach his current state.

Before the merging of his both halves, he had engaged in his love for the fighting ways of the old world.

However, because of the state of things at home, he had to drop his passion to set his brothers straight and claim his inheritance.

The stance Lenny had taken was a simple 'O Gasume' stance. But his firm and his equilibrium with his weapon was on a whole different level.

Seeing this, Tank grunted hard as he rushed for Lenny.

Just like the last time, his aim was to crush Lenny like a speeding Bus hitting a dog.

He charged with full force, however, just when he would reach, Lenny's feet kicked against the ground as he made a somersault in the air.

Seeing an opportunity, Poison fired him balls of Acid.

He was already in the air.

There was naturally no way for him to dodge the attack.

He was done for.

Or at least that was what she thought.

And then the most absurd thing happened.

Lenny's body seemed to bend in mid air. It was almost like the way a cat would bend the laws of physics to ensure that it did not land on its back.

The balls of Acid missed their target and lenny landed on the ground. Once more, he took the 'O Gasume' stance.

What Lenny had done made many watch with a speechless reaction on their faces.

Many in the audience that were none the wiser even wondered if Lenny was truly in the D class.

Meanwhile, unknown to them, Lenny in his head was still remembering his test back in the former world.

At the moment, he had Acupuncture needles in his body and he was facing dire wolves to beat a Maze under a timer.

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He practically had only ten minutes to his death.

With his eyes still closed, his perception spread into his environment like a blanket.

His perception ability like a radar spread far and wide.

This time was different. This time around, his perception was powered by his WILL.

Like a snake wraping it's prey in a tight embrace, Lenny's perception ability wrapped around the bodies of the devils in the large hall.

It checked their bodies searching for those he could tag as prey to his blade.

And just like that, those with only one devil Eye stood out from the crowd of devils.

Like the quick reflection of a mirrored surface, Lenny moved.

*Wush!*

His blade carved out a bloody mess every where it went.