Mushoku Tensei: Reincarnated as a Beast Race-Chapter 151 - Breaking Ranks

Without waiting a single moment, Nina charged at the opponent.

The Sword God Style preached that the first to act would be the winner, and she followed this precept with absolute faith.

Her sword gleamed, slicing through the air with impressive speed. The warriors around watched in silence, attentive to every movement.

Rygar, however, was not merely observing; he was still somewhat dazed. His Demon Eye, which so often had shown him the flow and intent of his enemies, simply did not work with Badigadi.

Where there should have been a presence, there was only an absolute void.

He kept questioning the reasons as he watched the fight, but found none. Maybe he was the Demon Empress's brother?

The fight, despite its initial intensity, ended quickly. Nina was incredibly swift, and her cuts were as sharp as razors.

The Longsword of Light technique was the most lethal of the Sword God Style—and of all the styles, in fact—capable of piercing almost any defense.

But against the monstrous body of the Demon King, it seemed somewhat ineffective. Her first strike, direct and precise, was parried by Badigadi with his bare arm.

The result? A slash that would normally split an opponent in two, although it cut, did not even reach halfway through the demon's forearm flesh.

Badigadi just smiled. And then he laughed. A loud, boisterous laugh that filled the entire field.

Meanwhile, Nina retreated, circling the Demon King, trying to find an opening. But Badigadi was not a passive target.

He was aggressive too, and with each move the ground trembled. His brute strength pressed upon Nina, and though she was skilled, the physical difference was striking.

More discouraging even was the moment she managed to deliver a slightly deeper cut... only to see the Demon King's flesh regenerate before her eyes in a matter of seconds.

The fight ended after a few fierce exchanges. A single punch straight to the stomach threw her out of the arena.

She hit the ground with a groan, unconscious. Even defeated, her effort had been commendable.

Alone in the center of the arena, Badigadi laughed loudly:

"Bwahahahaha! That was interesting!"

He looked around, admiring the training ground:

"This floor is really sturdy! Good! Who's next?!"

Jino Britz was the next to step up.

Surprisingly, he performed better than Nina. In terms of pure Sword God Style, Nina and Jino had almost the same skill; Nina held a slight advantage.

But Jino was versatile.

He had mastered several styles to an advanced level, and since training with Rygar, he was constantly forced to use the best technique for each situation. This gave him a tactical advantage.

Still, except for the Longsword of Light, his techniques from other styles couldn't even penetrate the Demon King's Touki, leaving not a single scratch.

Badigadi was a monster. Literally.

As Rygar observed the battles unfolding, he couldn't figure out why his eyes didn't work on Badigadi. So he decided he would just ask directly when they were about to spar.

Other challengers followed, one after the other. Some were Saint Swords curious to measure the strength of a Demon King.

Instead of getting annoyed by the constant challengers, Badigadi seemed to enjoy it even more. His laughter echoed with each duel:

"Bwahahaha! You have great spirit! I like that!"

He praised each one who stepped into the field, even after defeating them with ease. Nigav and Isolte also faced him, as well as several other warriors from the Sanctuary.

Meanwhile, Aisha was busy, healing each of the fallen fighters. It was a quick cycle: fights, falls, healing, more fights. Badigadi continued:

"Bwahahahahahaha! This place is so interesting! Truly, it wasn't like this the last time I came! Come on! Who's next?!"

It was then that a figure stood out among the others.

A young woman with red hair began walking toward the field. As she approached, she tied her hair into a high ponytail.

There was firmness in her eyes, a fierce determination overflowing with each step. At her waist she carried a longsword.

Further back, attached to the lower part of her back, was a short sword with a black blade.

She said nothing. She just stared the Demon King in the eye.

And stepped into the arena.

It was Eris Greyrat.

For a moment, upon entering the arena, she cast a brief glance toward Rygar, Ghislaine, and Gall Farion.

Her eyes, fierce and determined, then turned back to the opponent before her. Badigadi, the six-armed Demon King, smiled with amusement and commented:

"Hoho! It seems you're special here, aren't you, girl?"

And that was true. Almost all the practitioners around watched Eris with a mixture of anticipation, respect, and envy.

She was only fourteen years old, but after over two years of intensive training under renowned masters, Eris had quickly risen through the ranks of the Saint Swords.

Her victory rate was the highest among all the Swords present, and she was widely considered the disciple closest to achieving the title of Sword King.

Rumors ran that the Sword God himself was planning to name a new King soon, and Eris was one of the favorites.

That possibility motivated everyone around her, even though it also generated hidden rivalries.

While the arena's eyes were fixed on her, Eris remained silent. With a slight smile at the corner of her lips, she replied to the Demon King's remark:

"I wouldn't say I'm special..."

Her gaze shifted to Rygar for an instant, carrying a silent meaning. Then she finished:

"There's always someone taller..."

And before Badigadi could react, Eris vanished from his sight.

Her speed was impressive, but it was the use of a concealment technique from the North God Style that truly confused the opponent.

Eris reappeared in Badigadi's blind spot, executing the Longsword of Light with lethal precision.

As always, the Demon King reacted quickly, blocking with his arm.

The silver blade cut in a bright arc across the Demon King's arm, and, to general surprise, after a slight resistance, the blow succeeded.

"Hahahaha?!" Badigadi laughed, but stopped when he saw his own arm fall to the ground.

The surrounding crowd held their breath. No other Saint Sword had achieved such a feat.

The best had inflicted deep cuts, but had never amputated a limb.

Eris did not stop. In a fluid movement, she drew her black short sword and threw it straight at the opponent's eyes, forcing him to raise his arms in defense.

Then she launched into a sequence of fierce attacks, moving around the Demon King with technique and fury, striking from different angles and exploiting every possible opening.

"Hahahaha! So you really are different!" shouted Badigadi, excited.

The cut on the arm regenerated quickly, demonstrating why he was called the Immortal King. His wounds didn't even produce blood.

Regeneration made every effort by Eris an exercise in endurance and skill.

Even so, she held her ground, lasting longer than anyone else so far.

Her mastery of both the Sword God Style and the North God Style allowed her to create dangerous offensives and precise defenses.

The fight was intense but brief. Eris endured, pushed her limits, and proved herself above the rest... yet, in the end, she was defeated like everyone else.

Two simultaneous punches struck her. One aimed at her face was blocked with her forearm. But the second blow, direct to her ribs, launched her like a projectile out of the arena.

The impact on her skull, even though blocked by the girl, was enough to knock her out.

Rygar, alert, leaped and caught her in midair before she hit the ground violently.

Carefully, he laid her in his arms and smiled.

Then he healed Eris's injuries with magic and laid her on a nearby bed, next to Aisha, who was still treating the wounded.

Meanwhile, the Demon King laughed:

"Bwahahahaha! The girl is really intense!"

Rygar then stood, looked around the now silent arena. No other challenger seemed willing to step up after Eris.

Everyone now knew Badigadi's strength and all who wanted to prove themselves had already tried.

Gall Farion looked at Clint, who responded with a firm nod.

"Since none of the juniors wants to test their strength anymore... let me be the one to break your winning streak."

Clint walked to the center of the arena calmly. At his waist he carried one of the seven swords from Gall Farion's collection, one of the 49 legendary swords forged by Yulian Jalisco.

The air around him changed, and the gazes that had shown doubt earlier were now filled with anticipation.

Badigadi laughed loudly once again, excited as always:

"Hahaha! So the warm-up is over? Let's go!"

Clint was a peerless swordsman, renowned inside and outside the Sword Sanctuary.

His long, intensely dark brown hair was tied in a high samurai-style ponytail, and his calm demeanor reflected the confidence of someone who had faced and won dozens of decisive battles.

Without wasting words, he advanced to the center of the arena with his sword in hand.

In the next instant, he vanished.

Like a silent lightning bolt, he reappeared executing the Longsword of Light, his blade already inches from Badigadi's neck.

The air around vibrated as if space itself were being cut by the Emperor's speed.

The pressure was such that the arena floor, if it hadn't been reinforced by Rygar's earth magic, would have shattered in an explosion of splinters.

However, even with that overwhelming speed, the Demon King reacted in time, just barely.

Three of Badigadi's six arms rose in perfect synchronization, blocking the strike in a makeshift defensive cross.

The blade cut deep, almost severing three arms at once, but the way he absorbed and redistributed the impact meant the attack's momentum was partially nullified.

At that moment, the aura around Badigadi changed. The playful smile on his face remained, but his eyes shone with lethal intensity.

The three remaining arms advanced like a living battering ram, fists flying like projectiles toward the Sword Emperor.

Clint evaded nimbly, but it was clear the attack had caught him by surprise. And then the true confrontation began.

A brutal and swift dance started in the arena.

Badigadi, despite his colossal size, moved with beastly agility, constantly pressuring Clint.

His punches thundered against the air, and each time he missed, the impact on the ground left fissures that spread unpredictably.

Clint used movement techniques from the Sword God Style in their most refined form, dodging, attacking, trying to destabilize the Demon King's stance and land a decisive blow.

But what became clear with each exchange was that Badigadi was not just brute strength. His fists followed patterns, combinations that resembled martial arts forms.

Each punch, each block, each dodge, was part of an art that had likely been developed and refined over centuries—perhaps millennia.

An art developed and honed to suit perfectly the six-armed Immortal Demon King.

Clint, as talented and fast as he was, was being placed in an increasingly defensive position.

He managed to land good blows, but even cuts that should have incapacitated or killed his opponent if he were human or something similar, against Badigadi, were just a few seconds for regeneration.

The surrounding audience was in shock.

Timothy watched wide-eyed, Reida and Ghislaine maintained their impassive posture.

Outside the arena, Rygar and Gall Farion followed the fight with fierce smiles on their faces.

"Hehehe... it seems this Demon King was more than talk," Gall murmured, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Rygar responded with a nod, still focused on the battle. After a few seconds, he turned to Aisha, who was busy healing Eris's wounds.

"You want to fight him, Aiz?"

Aisha choked on her healing spell for a moment. "W-what? No, master! Sometimes you get really ridiculous ideas..."

Clint, who had endured longer than Eris, was finally struck full force. One of Badigadi's fists hit him in the stomach, bending the swordsman's body.

Then three more punches followed in sequence, and the last one threw him to the ground with enough force to make the arena tremble.

Badigadi stood over Clint's unconscious body, still laughing loudly and satisfied.

The Sword Sanctuary erupted in comments and conversations.

A Sword Emperor had been defeated—something many there considered impossible.

To them, an Emperor was an almost divine entity, surpassed only by the Sword God himself. And that demon, laughing like a child at a festival, had defeated him in front of everyone.

Some were amazed. Others, outraged.

But there was one thing no one could deny: Badigadi had killed none of his opponents. Contrary to what many had thought would happen before the battles began.

On the contrary, he held back—even when he could have easily ended his adversaries' lives.

His strange charisma, his sincere laughter, and his conduct in combat won over even the most skeptical. Few found any reason to dislike him in any way.

Gall Farion and Rygar exchanged another look. The Sword God, in his throne, adjusted himself, the gleam in his eyes showing he was more excited than ever to face Badigadi.

Timothy was next. During training, he was considered slightly superior to Clint—a minimal but noticeable difference.

Still, his fight was shorter.

Badigadi was adapting quickly to the Sword God Style, as if unearthing ancient memories.

His moves became more precise, more aggressive, more efficient. Within minutes, Timothy also fell, defeated by a combo of blows that threw him out of the arena.

After the fight, Rygar stepped forward, curious.

"Hey, Badigadi..."

"You can call me Badi!" he replied.

Rygar smiled. "Badi... have you fought using the Sword God Style before?"

Badigadi scratched his chin, thoughtful. "I believe so! It was a woman, maybe about 200 or 300 years ago! I think it was... Lina Farion!"

Instantly, conversations ceased. Everyone's eyes turned to him. Reida and Gall Farion, who had been impassive until then, paid attention.

"But it was quite a while ago... I could be wrong! At first, I even thought she might be somewhat fragile for being human, but... even I couldn't win! Bwahahahaha! Humans always surprise in these things!"

Rygar turned to Gall Farion. "Is she your ancestor, Gall?"

The Sword God pondered, thoughtful. Reida also watched in silence.

"Yes... I believe there was such a person among my ancestors..."

At that moment, Ghislaine naturally stepped onto the stage, her eyes fixed on the Demon King, her breathing calm and posture ready for combat. Aisha still healed Timothy in the background.

Ghislaine spoke firmly:

"I believe I am your next challenger."

And so, the arena fell silent once more, as the two opponents stared at each other.

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