Worldly Overlord

Just about when Devon was about to get down from the stage, he heard a loud shout from the usual calm Teresa. He turned around to see what exactly happened and what he saw made his surprise.

Derek was already back on his feet, his former half corpse appearance was beginning to regain its vitality. Even a hand sprang out.

But that wasn't what made Devon surprised.

A small goat horn appeared on his forehead, then a pointy short tail sprang out and from his back, a huge pair of black wings emerged.

Devon continued staring at Derek, not even bothering to interfere with the change that was happening in his opponent's body. Instead of being worried about how their battle would go, Devon was excited. His battle spirit had risen to the top.

This was the first time he was seeing a demon, though he had read a lot about them, seeing and reading were two different things.

Accompanied by Derek's transformation, a commanding demonic aura spread, surrounding the whole stage. The demonic aura wasn't for show-off, as it contained immense power that was capable of putting any powerhouse to his or her knees.

That wasn't all, Derek's white skin assumed a pitch black-hue, while claws began appearing on his fingers. His former fiery red eye turned full black, leaving no white within it at all.

Derek could feel the tremendous force that was flowing through his body, just when he was about to give up, multiple black fires appeared in his heart.

A part of him was telling him that as long as he moved closer to one of the black fires, there was the hope of him turning things around.

When he came in contact with the black fire, the tiny fire suddenly turned bigger, and it devoured him. The fire burned him, till it was only his skeleton remaining, and each time that happened his whole body would form once again.

The pain was beyond anything Derek had experience In his entire life. It felt like torture for eternity as the black fire burned him till the former luminous fire became dim.

And after all that happened did he acquire his demon form. Derek felt if he had gained this form since the beginning of the fight, he would have ended it soon.

Derek's words made the author burst out laughing.... If only he knew.

If words get out that this auction was harboring a demon, regardless of how strong it was. Families and organizations in the underground world wouldn't rest till it was brought down.

There was also no doubt that even the big three would make a move.

The same way Demons were being killed in the underground world was also how humans who dare step into the demon world were being killed. Both races had an intense hatred for one another.

"Impossible!" Teresa stated, shock evident in her voice. "How can he acquire his Demon form at this stage."

In the Demon world, as soon as a Demon was born, they have established a spot in the pecking order. And this hierarchy could never be overturned.

They were four Demons grades in the Demon world namely, the low grade, the mid-grade, high grade, and finally the epic grade Demon.

There was also another grade before the low grade, but this was only for humans who became Demons either willfully or forcefully. The grade was called inferior grade.

The weakest of all Demons.......

In the human power level terms, a low-grade demon is at level 25 and that is only during its birth. While a mid-grade demon is a level 50 powerhouse and a high-grade demon at level 75.

Demons were born that way, as such, they were powerful even from birth.

There was a setback, a low-grade demon will never and can never become a mid-grade demon throughout its entire life. And the same applied to the other Demons.

Behind any soldier, they were always a commander. The epic grade Demons. Unlike all other Demons, an epic grade Demon would start from scratch, meaning it would increase from each grade till it finally gets to the top.

Epic grade demons were born sovereigns. They were showered with the best of best pills, techniques etcetera. Anything they desired in the demon world was given to them.

Unlike all other demons, an epic grade Demon would not be able to possess its Demon form until the Demon enters at least level 90 if heeding to the human's power level.

Even though Devon didn't know what grade Derek was in, Teresa knew, and she was beginning to look forward to what it represented for someone of his grade to acquire this form at a very early stage.

"Oh, boy..... I'm so scared." Devon jested as Derek had finished his Demon transformation.

Derek sneered, as he knew Devon was mocking him. "Why don't we end this fight with the strongest of our attack," Derek said, pointing his spear at Devon?

"Truthfully, I'm disappointed, I expected more than that... But let's get this over with." Devon clenched his grip on his black sword.

"Myriad of punishment." Without further ado, Derek threw his spear at Devon.

The myriad of punishments was the strongest technique in the book for Derek, and it was also the only technique the boss of the auction taught him.

The word 'Myriad' could mean different things such as numerous, multiple, countless. This technique was summoning the God of punishment weapon and attacking one's opponent with it.

One's weapon would then possess a percent of the God of punishment power. This technique was a hit-and-kill move.

Myriad of punishment required an abundant amount of energy before it could be used. Most of the time, the technique took away ninety percent of the user's energy.

Nevertheless, Derek used it, as the outcome of the attack was worth it.

Devon frowned, as he could see a huge spear rushing towards him. He knew that if that attack manages to hit him, then it's a good night for him.

Devon released his grip on the black sword in his hand, and it hovered in the air. "Sword energy disintegration." he then placed his hands behind his back.

The same way Derek used his strongest technique, Devin did the same. Energy disintegration was combining both celestial and cosmic energy to create lethal force.

Sword energy disintegration was capable of nullifying any attack that had to do with energy, well depending on the celestial and cosmic the attack possessed.

Teresa stared at the two men on the stage, even when she was their age she didn't much have this strength.

Teresa was certain, as long as no harm befall

any of them they were going to stand at the

top of this world.

Boundless celestial and cosmic energy erupted from the black sword.