Reincarnation of the Demon King into a Beautiful Silver-Haired Girl

Chapter 14: The Strongest Demon King

Earlene wagged her silver hair while snorting cutely.

"Humptts.to imagine the three of you not running away from me I will praise him."

Stupid guy one chimed.

"I'm the one who has to say that, you're just a little girl, if you lose we grown men won't hold back while you're a slave."

The two and three foolish men chimed in with a small laugh while Earlene only turned his eyes to the referee for this fight to be quick.

He's the demon king and it doesn't matter if he shows fear and what it's like to die.

Just as the match began, the three foolish men suddenly exploded violently, their bodies divorced along with blood and organs mixed with dry dust.

Everyone is surprised. No, it goes beyond that, pensive with senseless feelings.

"Wait a minute, did the three men just die, is this murder?"

Just as everyone was trying to cultivate what had happened, the three men in question were revived as if each scene was re-spinning.

Everyone was speechless even the ranks of teachers had never seen such terrifying magic.

For magicians using magic does not come from the body but they also absorb magic energy from the outside automatically, sometimes some people do not realize it but which work is actually influenced by the energy.

Earlene took out his own mana in order for the amount of mana his opponent absorbed to exceed the capacity of his body and simultaneously their bodies exploded, if one were to realize it they would immediately close the path unfortunately these three people were just a disciple they would not know anything, not even Earlene wished in the academy anyone knew about it.

Everything was just knowledge from him that he had obtained by self-taught.

Sweat drenched the faces of the three men, they were confused and only considered the thing that happened to be a dream. Without thinking about it anymore they drew the sword then shot forward.

Earlene created an ice sword in his hand to follow the movements of the three, he was just playing around trying to give the thing that humans feared beyond anything.

When people keep fighting for something, they tend to get excited, never think about what kind of path they choose, bad or good, and never stop stepping. But when they already know that hope will only be hope without ever materializing they begin to realize one thing.

A desire to give up and at the same time create a feeling called hopelessness.

"How can you?"

"He just happened to fend off our attack, attack again."

"How hard you tried you never reached my level."

The three swords were parried simultaneously by Earlene then attacked quickly.

The three of them were said to be the best in second grade but to Earlene they were only a disappointment. The bodies of the three were sent flying backwards then the ice spears pierced their bodies.

The spear did not hit their vital organs which left them filled with pain.

This so-called duel they had done often while in first grade, they even defeated third grade and took over the power of third grade as slaves, he said, unfortunately today they are just unlucky because the one they are fighting is the worst demon king in the history of the French country, she is the demon king of pride Galius who turned into a little girl.

Earlene removed the ice spear and used healing magic to make the three of them come back to life.

"Now my opponent is back."

The three men started to get scared and kowtowed in front of Earlene. Cold sweat soaked their bodies with a fear that was hard to explain.

"Please forgive us, we'll resign, please stop."

"That's no fun, I'm still not satisfied. ah right, maybe if you die a few times you'll be able to fight."

Earlene raised his sword preparing to kill the foolish man in front of him, before being dropped a man had entered the arena fending him off until Earlene's sword was cut in half and pierced the ground elsewhere.

"Stop, you've gone too far."

The one standing in front of him was the blonde-haired girl who would become his natural enemy.

Disciple of the Great Saint, as well as one who will be crowned as the 502nd hero of France. Bellina Arna's.

The tip of his sword was placed on Earlene's neck. While he stared intently full of hostility.

"It's no longer a duel, if you move your hand just a little bit, I'll cut your head off."