The Great Demon System

155 2 vs 1...

For an instant, their attention fell on Simon as they wondered if he, who was laying on the ground looking lifeless, was actually dead or not, if the out of control Moby had actually killed him. But that thought only lingered in their minds for a split second as it was the least of their concerns at the moment...

They stared at Moby slowly walking towards them with weary eyes, an old rusty sword in his right-hand, anger and hatred overflowing out of the deadly slits of his eyes, an ominous smile on his face.

"Fuck off you weak, Abilityless, piece of shit! Did you forget who you were dealing with? Know your place and submit before I make you!" Eric ordered, attempting to keep his composure and act tough, trying his best to ignore the bad feeling deep down in his heart.

Even though Moby was a very competent martial artist, in the end, he still had no ability. Abilities not only gave a person superpowers but also greatly enhanced a person's physical attributes, allowing them to deal and take more physical damage.

Without an Ability, Moby would simply not be able to keep up no matter what he did, and, he would not be able to deal enough damage against Eric and Raymond's superior defences. They thought what had happened to Simon was nothing but a fluke as he was unprepared and caught off guard. Eric and Raymond who were now fully prepared would not be confused by such simple tricks…

All in all, they felt like they had a 100% chance of victory, even in sparring sessions when Eric told Moby to go all out, he still never stood a chance… So, why should it now suddenly be different?

"I warned you! Now die!" Eric screamed towards Moby who had not heeded his warning, continuing to walk forward with a steady pace and an even more disturbing grin, making Eric shoot out various blades of visible green wind, continuously jumping back, trying to keep at a distance where he had the biggest advantage.

Unfortunately for Raymond who had yet to move, that only solidified him as Moby's first target…

Moby infused his legs with demon energy, using 2 demon flashes in a quick burst to dodge the incoming wind blades as he appeared a few meters in front of Raymond, making him smile and laugh.

"HAHAHA! You fell for it, fool! Black haze! Attacking me head-on like a bull was the worst decision you will ever make in your life! Observe!" Raymond laughed hysterically as he knew his victory was definitely assured due to the stupidity of his opponent that was seemingly completely blinded by rage.

As soon as the black smoke hit Moby, he began to cough excessively and uncontrollably, giving off his location from inside the thick black gas surrounding him.

Raymond's ability, at least at the stage he was in was not able to corrode the skin or cause any real or lasting damage, it instead only weakened the opponent's strength while making them nauseated and cough. The only person that was immune to the effect of the poison was Raymond himself, allowing him to enter his own gas cloud with no problems at all which was exactly what he did.

With a sense of heavy relief and a confident smile on his face, he entered his own poison cloud, following the sound of coughing until he eventually reached Moby's location, a dagger in hand ready to stab and take him out.

As Raymond did this, Eric had stopped his onslaught of wind blades as he could no longer see where Moby was as he was hidden due to the thick poison cloud that Raymond had created. And, if he wanted to fire inside the dust cloud at random, just hoping to hit Moby, he risked the chance of also hitting Raymond, something that he definitely did not want to do. For now, all he could do was wait for Raymond to get the job done, something that he undoubtedly knew was going to happen.

Although Raymond's poison gas was extremely slow and was only able to be used once or twice before he had to recharge his mana, once someone was actually caught in it, they were as good as dead…

In his eyes, it was virtually unbeatable! Nobody that had been hit by the attack ever came out victorious let alone unscathed and he had no reason to believe that it would be an exception in his current situation.

Not even 5 seconds later, Eric heard an unpleasant, high-pitched, almost woman-like scream come from the poison cloud in the distance, making him smirk as he knew that it was already over.

As the poison cloud began to clear and become a little more see-through, the figure of the two boys appeared, one of them holding the other one firmly by the face, squeezing hard as the other boy screamed, squirmed, and struggled to get out of his grasp, almost exactly like he had imagined it playing out in his mind.

Then, all of a sudden, the boy holding the other lifted his left-hand, putting up a thumbs up, Eric recognizing it as a signal letting him know that it was now okay to attack once more which he happily agreed to.

He opened his arms far out to his side, imbuing his open fists with mana that turned into wind blades before throwing them out of his hands with incredible force and speed, launching a barrage of similar attacks at who he could only assume was Moby, dangling from Raymond's fists as he tried his best to break free, struggling to breathe.

With each successful attack, a large, deep wound and splash of blood would appear on the boy's body that was accompanied by banshee-like screams from the sinking, immense pain… Eventually, the cuts on his arms and legs became deep enough for him to slice right through as Eric repeatedly hit the exact same area over and over again until,

*Snap*

The boy had all of a sudden lost both an arm and a leg, the limbs snapping and falling on the ground, making him squeal and squirm louder and faster than ever before as his screams pierced through the air, Making Eric laugh maniacally and uncontrollably.

'Hahaha! What was I even scared of? That was a piece of cake? This kid got totally fucked! If I attacked him anymore he would be dead and I would get in trouble, plus I wouldn't be able to prove my triumph against him! As long as he doesn't die I should be good, he should not bleed to death like this and limbs can be easily healed after all,' Eric thought with a clear, confident smirk.

"Hey! Raymond! Toss him to me so I can take videos and pictures! Then we need to get this idiot Simon to the nurse's office! Hopefully, she did not leave already. I saw Simon move a bit a few seconds ago so he is still well alive, only unconscious and disgusting from all of that shit! So, come on! Throw that bitch here and let me see all the damage!" Eric said with clear excitement and anticipation in his voice.

Still within the hazy poison cloud and without hesitation, the boy's figure let go of the head of the other who had lost an arm and a leg, holding him by his only remaining leg, twirling him around in a circle to generate speed before throwing him like a high-speed torpedo, his head at the front of the throw.

Eric did not at all predict to receive a throw that hard, especially from Raymond who was known to be fairly weak, so he was not able to react in time to dodge as it was the least thing he was expecting.

The thrown boy crashed straight into Eric's stomach with a strong head-butt, almost like he was launched from a cannon, knocking the wind out of him as he clenched his stomach in pain, kneeling down on one knee as the body bounced off his stomach and crashed on the ground with an impressive bang.

"HEY! What the fuck was that abou…" Eric screamed with immense anger looking at the poison cloud that had already disappeared leaving no one there, greatly confusing him before looking down, noticing whose body it actually was underneath him…