The Villain Only Wants To Live a Buddhist Life Chapter 381: Dark Demon, the Inheritor of Justice (1)

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Chapter 381: Dark Demon, the Inheritor of Justice Part 1

This way, he could kill the demon-type using other people's hands.

No matter what, Dark Demon wouldn't realize that he was targeting him.

"Perfect!"

Ruther gradually beca calr.

As long as Devimon was killed, Dark Demon's combat power would take a hit. If he later failed to qualify because of this, then he could naturally go to the president to claim the credit.

Then, sure enough, contestant no. 75, whose magical spirit had just been killed by Devimon, imdiately summoned a new magical spirit.

The magical spirit looked very much like a morning glory, but its rhizo was as thick as a pail, and its trumpet-like petals glistened with a tallic sheen.

It was none other than the 3-star grass-type magical spirit——[Turretfleur(炮台花)]!

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[Card na: Turretfleur]

[Type: spirit card]

[Level: ✪✪✪]

[Race: plant-type]

[Attribute: grass-type]

[Magic Energy: 900]

[Attack: 1700]

[Defense: 200]

[Ultimate: Photosynthesis Cannon(光合大炮)]

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It was a blue card with only a single ultimate, rather weak magic energy, and practically negligible defense.

Even its mobility was nearly 0.

However, its basic attack power exceeded the peak value by a full 200 points!

As a 3-star magical spirit card, Turretfleur had a very prominent trait, and that was its "strong offense"!

The [Photosynthesis Cannon] shot from its morning glory-like barrel was extrely powerful.

Each shot of [Photosynthesis Cannon] required a full 300 points of magic energy.

The mont it was fired, even so second-tier magic cards might not be able to withstand it!

Facing Devimon who was bound by the red and blue light prison, contestant no. 75 chose the magical spirit with the highest offense that could be imdiately summoned.

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Not only contestant no. 75, even contestants no. 72 and no. 70 on the left of Ruther also took their aims.

They had no enmity against Devimon, but they didn’t mind hitting the sitting duck at this critical mont to eradicate this nearby threat.

Almost at the sa ti, the three contestants’ magical spirits unleashed their respective ultimates under the command of their magisters.

Contestant no. 75’s [Turretfleur] was the main force, and the [Photosynthesis Cannon] fired from its trumpet was sowhat similar to [Solar Beam].

As soon as Ruth saw [Turretfleur]'s move, he beca even more reassured.

If [Turretfleur]'s [Photosynthesis Cannon] could successfully hit the target, the demon-type would be crippled if not dead!

But as he was rejoicing, he suddenly heard a voice that was still just as calm coming not far away from his right.

"Devimon, Swords Dance."

……

Devimon, who was bound in the light prison, showed no signs of panic throughout the whole process.

Looking at the gradually approaching magical spirits, the curvature of its mouth instead grew more and more pronounced.

Right at this mont, Devimon spread out its arms and unsheathed its sword.

With the sword grasped in its right hand, it imitated the moves Gatomon had tried out in the dormitory, holding up the white longsword with a hint of purple in front of its body and aligning it between its eyebrows, focusing its eyes toward the center line.

Then, it let out a sudden roar and swept the longsword to the right at a seemingly slow but fast speed, drawing out an arc.

As soon as the sword slashed, violent currents burst out in the air.

The airflow gradually expanded and wrapped around its whole body.

With agile steps, it perford a sword dance in the air and advanced forward in an instant!

Whoosh——

The sound of storm rose.

The airflow around its body converged along its right arm, spinning and winding around the [Holy Sword] held in its right hand.

Although it couldn't reach the upper limit of [Swords Dance], as long as it was successfully unleashed, the lower limit of 50% was already enough.

With the aid of [Swords Dance], the attack power of the next swing could reach 4200!

An attack power of 4200 could even equal the basic attack of an eight or nine-star magical spirit in terms of numbers.

Although it was only equivalent to a non-ultimate attack of higher-star magical spirits, for a magical spirit who was only on the first tier, it was an outright overkill!

When the [Photosynthesis Cannon] light ball ca firing, Devimon slashed out its sword like a peacock spreading its tail.

In an instant, the airflow wrapped around the blade turned into sothing akin to sword energy, sweeping out in all directions.

Without much extravagance, the red and blue light prison that bound it, the blazing shot of [Photosynthesis Cannon], and the long-range ultimates of the other two magical spirits—were all snuffed out by this ordinary slash.

The "sword energy" that swept out like a wind blade easily tore through the defense of the five magical spirits.

Their corpses simultaneously turned into magic energy starlight, rising slowly like fireflies in the dark night.

[Points 5]

……

The scene that occurred in the corner of the arena didn't attract much attention.

But Dark Demon's ranking had shockingly risen to third place!

Devimon, who racked up 9 points not long after the competition started, didn't even spare a glance below at Ruther and the others who were looking dazed. It simply flapped its wings to attack the next magical spirit!

The slash it did with the [Swords Dance] just now had not only killed five magical spirits, but also aroused its bloodthirstiness.

The demonic nature that had been suppressed for a long ti was gradually awakened.

It stuck out its tongue and licked the corners of its mouth, a deep blood-red color surfacing in its eyes.

……

Inside loge 1 of City of Freedom's branch stadium, Lady Montierfalli observed Dark Demon through the magic of Headmistress Arte.

Feeling slightly shocked inside, her brows, too, gradually furrowed.

"Arte, what's up with this demon-type?"

"That's Dark Demon's familiar spirit." Headmistress Arte lightly replied.

Yet Lady Montierfalli’s query didn't dissipate, "Did he obtain a magical spirit card by sealing the familiar spirit with [Curse Cage]? And what makes it able to transform?”

Headmistress Arte said, "As you guessed, it’s indeed [Curse Cage]. As for its transformation, that's the result of Demon's personal research."

"The result of his personal research?" Lady Montierfalli imdiately questioned, "It's not that I'm doubting your words, but was it really not researched by Alvette or soone else and then taught to him?"

Headmistress Arte smiled, "I don't think so."

Seeing Headmistress Arte's uncompromising look, Lady Montierfalli knew that she wouldn't get any further information about this matter.

But her concern wasn't limited to this."I rember that familiar spirits are summoned by the sorting card. They're closely related to individual magic energy, intellect, personality, and other similar factors. Simply put, a familiar spirit is the reflection of a person's nature. What kind of character will a person whose familiar spirit is a little demon have? Can I trust him?"

Headmistress Arte said, "This isn't necessarily related to personal character.”

"I don't want to hear you speak this runaround nonsense." Lady Montierfalli promptly cut off her words, and then mused, "I’ll see it with my own eyes. Aurora, you should also watch properly. A woman can't hang all her wishes on one tree. Especially when the core of the tree might already be rotten!"

Aurora sat upright in her seat, curiously staring at the sword in Devimon's grip.

It was only a projection after all, so she had no way to perceive the trace of holy sword aura leaking from [Honedge].

But special things would always automatically attract attention.

Upon hearing her mother's words, she hurriedly let out a hum.

Looking at her well-behaved daughter, Lady Montierfalli still felt uneasy.

Previously, no matter how bad the rumors about the Duke's son were, it was still within the limit.

But if his heart was like a demon’s, that would be on an entirely different level.

Under these circumstances, the more outstanding he was on the outside, the more vigilance would be warranted.

Perhaps, before Aurora entered the academy, she should find a chance to see for herself instead of blindly believing that Alvette would never bring up that kind of child no matter how much she pampered him.

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While Lady Montierfalli was laden with worries over this, Valkyrie, Dark's own mother, was completely absorbed in her son performing on top of the ga.

Lady Montierfalli didn't start out as a magister—she was a Magical Warrior(魔导战士) who later switched class.

She was bound by archaic ideas and was prejudiced against demon-types, but Alvette wasn’t like that.

She cheered for her son like an ordinary mother, her vigorously waving right hand tightly grasping the figurine of [Gatomon].

[Gatomon], who was still rely a D-level, was really quite easy to get. She had already gotten several of them and was planning to collect a dozen and arrange them in a circle.

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"He's grown even stronger than he was during Halloween," the third princess Angie whispered while propping up her chin.

The second princess Anna nonchalantly replied, "We will also beco stronger."

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As Claire thoroughly took in the scene of Devimon unleashing [Swords Dance], she felt that the sword in its hand gave off an extrely unbalanced feeling.

There was also a vague familiarity hidden within that imbalance.

"What kind of sword is that?"

"What else can it be? It's a holy sword." Alvette abruptly halted and casually replied.

Montarily startled, Claire asked in surprise, "Holy sword?"

Alvette wilfully said, "It's not like the holy sword is so kind of unique item, what's wrong with my baby having one?"

Claire: "But he doesn't have the qualifications of the Brave One."

Alvette: "Who told you that only the Brave One can use the holy sword?"

Claire's expression froze. The one sitting in front of her was indeed a person who broke away from conventions.

But Dark Demon...

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"Dark, you got this!"

"Dianna, you got this!"

While Rose was shouting with all her might, the first-year Noble House students around her seed to have tacitly regarded her as the leader of the cheerleading squad and shouted along with her, surprisingly cohesive.

Not far away, Pandora was observing Devimon who was holding [Honedge] through narrowed eyes, gaining a new understanding of the strength of Dark's magical spirit.

……

While so were working hard on cheering him on, there were of course others who didn't want Dark to do well.

“What's going on? Can it still succeed?"

Angus Jeffrey, president of the Aristocratic History Research Society, was currently gnashing his teeth.

Ollig Ruther did trip up Dark Demon as he wished, but now it only seed as though he was giving himself up as prey.

Those few players who took advantage of the situation to launch a siege were all useless as well.

There was obviously a third year among them, yet he couldn’t even deal with a first year!

Speaking of third years, Jeffrey thought of that loser, Mike Irving.

If Irving could perform better in this preliminary round, it wasn't like he couldn't accept him again...

→It was really unsettling to have no one to use at his disposal.

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Inside the circular arena, Mike Irving was commanding his magical spirit like clockwork, continuously harvesting the lives of low-star magical spirits.

Let alone deliberately confronting Dark Demon as Jeffrey wished, he didn't even go out of his way to observe him.

The winner becos king, and the loser bites the dust.

The winner takes it all.

In this Easter Duel Festival, Mike Irving’s goal was plain and simple—to win!

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All of a sudden, right in the middle of the arena, a figure slowly rose.

A lody like the sound of a clear spring stream ca reverberating.

Icy cold wind began to swirl.

A chilling aura radiated and spread.

Amidst a clear and resounding call, a terrifying blizzard surged up in the center of the venue!

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When Dark Demon promptly raised his head to look at the center of the arena, he saw a rare human-type magical spirit wearing a pure white gauze skirt and an ice crystal crown floating in the air.

She lifted up a scepter under the gaze of countless eyes, the crystal ball on top of the scepter emitting icy blue aurora.

Under her control, ice energy ford a vortex visible to the naked eye. As a raging blizzard spread out with her as the center, an enormous, terrifying snowstorm rose up to the sky!

The faces of contestants whose magical spirits were nearby abruptly changed. They hurriedly called out, trying to tell their magical spirits to retreat at once.

But in the blink of an eye, the blizzard had already co.

The surrounding magical spirits were shrouded in wind and snow, disappearing into a vast expanse of white.

The huge snowstorm ca invading, sucking a large number of magical spirits into the storm, incessantly whittling at their lives.

On the big screen, the score tally behind a certain na was constantly rising at lightning speed.

Winnie Skadi’s na rushed to the top in an instant!

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"6-star ice-type human-type——[Ice Maiden(寒冰室女)]!"

Dark instantly recognized the incredibly beautiful [Ice Maiden] in the air.

As one of the few magical spirits with a popularity level of A, [Ice Maiden]’s appearance was a huge plus point.

Just like the A-level figurine [Pure White Dragon Maiden] that Dark owned, she had gained trendous popularity due to the factor of "beauty".

[Ice Maiden]’s master was Winnie Skadi, a third-year Magister House student, and a descendant of Winter Sage!

If he wanted to win the Easter Duel Festival, this senior whom he had only t a few tis was a hurdle he had to overco.

Dark Demon was feeling the pressure.

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At the sa ti, after killing a few more low-star magical spirits, Devimon suddenly had the ominous feeling as though it was being targeted by a venomous snake.

[Ice Maiden]'s large-scale ultimate had attracted the attention of both people and magical spirits, but Devimon was naturally alert and still imdiately sensed the danger.

Almost subconsciously, it slashed [Honedge] behind its back.

However, what ca from behind was not any sort of unstoppable attack, but a pile of pitch-black mud!

“This is bad!"

As its heart sank, Devimon found that [Honedge] imdiately t with obstruction upon cutting into the mud, as if the entire sword was stuck.

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