So I Am A Demon Descendent!

“You’re really obsessed with Li Xianyu. Is it because it’s the first time?” God of War asked exasperatedly.

 Li Peiyun was dumbfounded, and only then did he understand God of War’s words. “Yep…”

 Li Peiyun left home at the age of 15 and spent 10 years wandering outside, sharpening his sword techniques. It was not that he hadn’t been defeated before, but those who had been defeated by him were left behind in the process of trying to catch up with him.

 He had slain all his enemies with his sword.

 It was not until more than two months ago, in Sanliban village, he met his fated… enemy. After that, he repeatedly lost in the hands of Li Xianyu and never managed to settle the score.

 Li Xianyu was the first opponent to make him feel helpless.

 “It’s great that he’s not here. If he’s here, we got to run for our lives. It is not too late for a gentleman to gain revenge even after ten years.” God of War glanced at him.

 No matter when Li Xianyu was, the Unparalleled War Spirit would follow. The boy was already an S-class master.

 The Unparalleled War Spirit was entirely more powerful compared to when they were fighting for Demonic Priest’s treasure. If they meet, God of War would be annihilated by the Unparalleled War Spirit.

 “Be careful of Equal,” God of War whispered.

 “He’s very formidable?” Li Peiyun raised his eyebrow.

 “Who amongst Baoze’s S-class members are not formidable? They are best at combined attacks but it takes at least three S-class members. That’s the basis for their rivalry with a Gokudo master. However, you cannot underestimate any one of them alone.”

 God of War explained to Li Peiyun, “Equal’s superpower is equilibrium, that is he can balance the powers of both parties. If you are stronger than him, you will be weakened, and vice versa. Thus, your sword of qi will be weakened and lose its invincibility.”

 “There’s such a superpower?” Li Peiyun was shocked. “He’s equal to everyone, so that’s what his title means.”

 As soon as they finished speaking, they saw San Wu carry a RPP, her expression cold. She pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

 “Disperse!” God of War roared.

 He summoned his qi, putting up a defensive barrier. The rocket grazed his left side and exploded around his scattered subordinates.

 The blast waves were wreathed in flames, and a big hole was blown out of the brown soil.

 “She didn’t use her superpower… No, her real targets are my men.” Realization dawned on God of War.

 He wanted to respond but San Wu didn’t give him the chance to do so. She immediately launched a second rocket.

 It was impossible to determine whether she was using the superpower of precision strike. God of War dared not slacken his efforts in the face of someone who was claimed to be a single-soldier combat weapon.

 Boom!

 Precision strikes couldn’t be avoided and can only be resisted. This was not an explosion like a high-explosive grenade.

 The defensive shield was like a bubble trembling in a wild wind, and it broke down in a second. God of War’s muscles trembled madly, as he tried his best to harness his power.

 When shock waves and flames came into contact with his body, it was like a man stepping on grease and slipping away.

 God of War had no time to care for his men, as he rushed out of the flames of the explosion. His hair and clothes were burned to ashes and his skin was charred. Charging over a dozen meters in just a few steps, he rushed towards San Wu.

 Clink!

 The crisp sound of the pin being pulled rang. San Wu grabbed the grenade secured around her waist and hurled them at God of War.

 Before the grenade approached, God of War launched one blow of qi and detonated it ahead of time. The sparks of flames exploded between the two.

 San Wu’s eyes were crimson red, as she leapt up in front of the explosion’s flames and shockwaves. Her long hair billowed in the wind as she hurled a 1.4-meter bazooka like a nyoibo and struck God of War’s head.

 The bazooka was clearly not a qualified close combat weapon, and God of War ‘s skull was harder than it is. It shattered in San Wu’s hands.

 God of War hit San Wu’s chest with one elbow strike and came into close contact with her. He frantically used his fists and in fact any part of his body as a weapon.

 He was an internationally renowned ex A-class assassin of the Ancient Gods Clan for his close combat skills.

 “Too weak,” God of War growled as he went on the offensive, “You haven’t improved at all in years.”

 “You can’t appear in front of the target. Stay in the dark and give him a fatal blow silently,” San Wu answered while parrying his blows.

 “Good. You remember my teachings. That is the combat method that suits you the most because your superpower is precision strike. But have you tried to assassinate anyone over the years? Have you remembered what I taught you?”

 “I want to…” Suddenly, San Wu exploded. She tilted her elbow upwards and hit God of War’s wrist, blocking his fist. She kicked towards God of War. “Kill you head-on.”

 A twist happened, and San Wu erupted with a mighty force at this moment, crushing God of War with close combat skills whom she wasn’t proficient at.

 On the other hand, after a rocket separated the team, the five men brought by God of War suffered a merciless attack by Equal. In less than two seconds, the five men’s heads were crushed and their primordial spirits were shattered. They had no hope of surviving.

 Li Peiyun did not stop him, couldn’t stop him, and had no need to stop him. These subordinates were powerful on their own, and could be leaders anywhere, but they were considered as the weakest in the Great Deities Palace.

 They weren’t even S-class members, how were they going to withstand an S-class member’s onslaught?

 In a flash, Equal had approached silently after killing the five men. He held a half-meter-long short knife in his hand and attempted to stab Li Peiyun in the chest.

 Whoosh!

 The sword of qi retaliated and in the sounds of melting snow, the short knife was severed and the cut was like burning iron.

 Equal took a few steps back and looked down at the spiritual device that had not survived a round. He narrowed his eyes. “It’s worthy of being the sword of qi passed down by Demonic Priest. I have no choice then, let’s make things equal.”

 At the next moment, Li Peiyun sensed a mysterious and strange force locking him. His qi and vigorous blood and essence were weakened and his mental powers turned particularly vigorous.

 Clearly, Equal had used his superpower.

 His qi and blood and essence are not as good as I am, but he’s much stronger than me in terms of mental power. Li Peiyun made his judgment based on his own body’s changes.

 He was rather proud of himself. Look, you are one of the Ten Gods of Baoze but your qi, blood, and essence are weaker than mine.

 Due to the Tri-Elements Sword Technique, he had few flaws and was rather all-rounded. His qi was the most powerful, followed by his blood and essence, and finally his mental power was the weakest. It was exactly the order of strength of the three swords in the Tri-Elements Sword Technique.

 After weakening Li Peiyun’s strength, Equal took out two short knives from his wallet and got close to him again. The knives moved in an arc difficult to figure out as he attempted to cut Li Peiyun’s neck.

 Li Peiyun ducked the knives and waved the sword of qi in his hand.

 Clang!

 Equal held up his other knife to block the sword of qi. The usually invincible sword of qi did not manage to shatter the short blade in Equal’s hands.

 The sword of qi was greatly weakened after Equal used his superpower.

 After the blow targeting Li Peiyun’s throat failed and Equal had blocked the sword of qi, with a flick of his wrist, he held up another knife and struck the handle on Li Peiyun’s chest.

 Spurt!

 The force penetrated through Li Peiyun and blasted a shallow hole into the ground beneath him.

 “What strong penetration.” Blood surged up in Li Peiyun’s throat as he nearly spat out blood. He grit his teeth and swallowed it back. Roaring lowly, he was going to fight back…

 Equal avoided his sword of qi with intricate steps, and went behind him. With his hands crossed, he slashed Li Peiyun’s back and the cold blade struck the Sword of Essence Li Peiyun was proud of, leaving two rather deep wounds.

 This was not over yet. Equal’s attacks had just begun. He had been walking around in a flexible manner to avoid Li Peiyun’s attacks, leaving knife wounds with his brilliant technique.

 Although Li Peiyun’s Sword of Essence had built a strong fortress for him, and the wounds were not deep and did not hurt his tendons and bones, the burning pain throughout the body has left a rage in Li Peiyun’s heart.

 However, there was nothing he could do.

 Yes, in terms of qi, blood, and essence, Equal was inferior to Li Peiyun. However, the other party completely crushed Li Peiyun in terms of technique.

 Li Peiyun felt like a savage beast, vulnerable to skilled humans.

 Over the past decade, the cultivation of the Tri-Elements Sword Technique occupied most of his energy, thus he had neglected the training of techniques.

 He thought the Tri-Elements Sword Technique was powerful enough to keep him from honing his skills.

 Right now, this caused him to suffer.

 Equal’s powers had balanced the two men’s powers. However, power can be weakened and strengthened but skill was a field that cannot be achieved by superpowers.

 Like a Ferrari sports car and an inferior Wuling Confero car in a race, the performance of the sports car allows the Ferrari to easily crush Wuling Confero, but once both cars were changed to Wuling Confero , an old driver like Equal would easily crush him.

 Li Peiyun gasped. “The Ten Gods of Baoze are indeed worthy of their reputation.”

 There were also strong and weak top S-class members. As a new member, compared to an expert top S-class member, one of the Ten Gods of Baoze, Li Peiyun still could not match up to Equal.

 However, Li Peiyun did not panic. The differences in their powers were not too huge. Since he couldn’t defeat the opponent, he could still escape.

 …

 Bang!

 God of War grabbed San Wu’s fists and head-bumped San Wu’s forehead.

 San Wu staggered back, her head bleeding as she felt dizzy. Overlapping figures appeared in her vision and everything was blurry.

 “Look at what you have become. You have lost all the techniques of being an assassin. Was your past training eaten by dogs?” God of War punched the side of her face as her teeth flew out under the impact, her eyes bloodshot.

 After such a long battle, he was only panting and still had strength to continue. On the other hand, San Wu was sweating and exhausted her energy. Most crucially, God of War was too familiar with San Wu, just as a father knew his daughter.

 “With your powers, you shouldn’t have faced the enemy head-on from the start, but you’re always trying to face the enemy. Your stupidity has doomed you.”

 As long as he didn’t give San Wu a chance to use a hot weapon, as long he stuck close to her, San Wu didn’t pose a threat to God of War who was known for his close combat skills.

 San Wu crossed her arms, blocking God of War’s fists. The bones in her arms could not withstand such high-intensity frequent attacks and gradually cracked.

 Despair and desperation emanating from her soul engulfed her. She couldn’t beat this man, as she has never been successful in countless duels over the past decade. The man taught her combat skills for more than a decade, and knew her inside out.

 She had lived in the Ancient Gods Clan’s training camp at a tender age. That was a place to train the next generation of Class A assassins, with more than 200 children of her age.

 The Ancient Gods Clan’s Class A-assassins training approach was brutal, with selected children learning to practice qi, fight, use cold weapons and firearms from an early age. Besides this, they do not receive other education and cannot go to school and play like other children.

 In childhood, there was only training and their instructor’s harsh whipping.

 By the age of 10, the children would be forced to awaken. At present, the fastest awakening method recognized in the demon descendants community was death. The terror between life and death had the most potential to inspire the power of demon descendants.

 The children were kept in the water tanks alone, and the opening was sealed off. Children who awakened will break out of the water tank, and those who failed will stay inside forever.

 San Wu’s performance had been mediocre in the camp. When she was 10, she awakened the superpower of Precision Strike in the customary awakening ceremony, a powerful and rare form of superpower.

 It was also because of this superpower that she was valued by the management of the Ancient Gods Clan and was treated as an important talent to train.

 One day, one of the great figures of the Ancient Gods Clan suddenly came to see her, and the instructor brought her to see the great man.

 “You’re lucky to get the big man’s favor, young one.” The instructor grumbled and told her that this person was a great man, and a sentence from him could determine if they live or die.

 “What’s a favor?”

 “They think you are good and want to reward you.”

 “Will they reward meat?” San Wu asked naively and the instructor guffawed, mocking her.

 The man who approached was a tall and burly man. Just standing in front of him alone caused San Wu to tremble with fear.

 “You have to forget fear to be a qualified assassin.” The man looked at her and frowned. He seemed dissatisfied with young San Wu’s performance.

 “That’s because your aura is too strong. How can you expect this young one to remain calm in front of you?” The instructor offered flattery.

 “No. 3, are you willing to be my disciple?” The man was unfazed by the instructor’s flattery. He looked down with a cold glance, and looked at the girl who had not reached his waist.

 “Being your disciple… Will I have meat to eat?” Although she was scared, she asked the most important question to her.

 “Yes.”

 “Oh.”

 It was the first time she saw God of War and that was their first conversation.

 San Wu’s childhood wasn’t just full of darkness. She had a great friend who had no name. They were not given names at the camp, just numbers. She was No. 3. Her friend was No. 30.

 That night, she shared food with No. 30 in a secluded corner that no one had found, with meat smuggled out of the canteen.

 “I have a master now.” She was gnawing at the food, and as she spoke, stars seemed to twinkle in her eyes.

 “What is a master?” No. 30 asked.

 Ten-year-old children, who had never received formal education, were only trained to fight. They did not understand the meaning of the master.

 “Someone who gives me meat to eat.”

 “I’m so envious.”

 “I’ll share it with you. We are friends.”

 The next day, however, she was taken to a small dark room. There were two people inside. One was God of War who had just become her master, and the other was a tiny and frail No. 30. She was so scared that tears of fear swirled around her eyes, like a terrified deer.

 “Kill her.” God of War threw a knife at San Wu’s feet.

 “No, don’t…”

 “Kill her. Assassins can’t have friends because friends can be a tool that can be used to stab your heart at any time.”

 “No…”

 “Kill her.”

….

 With a crack, the bones in San Wu’s arms shattered, as her defense was broken. In a flash, God of War ‘s fists fell like a storm. The sternum, ribs, scapula…

 More than a dozen bones shattered one after another, and her palms protecting her vital organs were also broken.

 She lost again. It’s always like this…

 Over the past decade or so, she had been defeated by this man again and again. The children of the camp envied her and the instructors flattered her openly and in secret because she was a disciple of God of War.

 She would definitely stand out in the future Class A assassin battle. The Class A assassins of the Ancient Gods Clan, even after retirement, would be able to enter the top ranks and even compete for the position of Clan Leader.

 God of War gave her honor and status and ruthlessly took away her emotions. Kinship, love, and friendship… She had nothing. Even her hobbies were taken away from her.

 She had no power to like something, no power to have friends, and slowly, she was created to become an unemotional weapon. She was born to kill and had to die for killing.

 “I want friends!” When he was 15, San Wu once said that to God of War. She almost paid the price of her life because of that sentence.

 “Remember what I told you?” God of War dealt a blow, causing her to fall to the ground. He loomed and stared down at her. “The night you were 15, the night you were dying.”

 “You want to regain friendship? Sure, kill me!”

 That day, she was in the same state as she was now, close to death and lying weakly in bed. God of War stood at her bed, looking at her coldly. That was what he said to her.

 San Wu lay on the ground, her pupils gray and devoid of hope. The divine palace hanging in the sky in the east was reflected in her pupils.

 She remembered the scene when she first met No. 30. That was when she was locked in a small dark room, without water and food as she failed the training mission. She was 10 years old then and she had to stay there for three days.

 She was hungry and scared, but she was afraid to cry, hiding in the corner and shaking.

 At this time, a steamed bun was thrown into the small window used for delivering meals. The top of a small face peeked in, round eyes glancing around the room and finally the gaze locked onto San Wu in the corner.

 San Wu knew her. She was the girl who slept on the bunk bed above her. She loved to smile and her eyes would turn into crescents when she smiled.

 “The instructor said you didn’t work hard to do your homework and got locked in the small dark room.”

 San Wu didn’t say anything and looked at her.

 “I hid the steamed bun at noon. I know that they don’t give you food in the small dark room.”

 San Wu knew each child only received three steamed buns a day, with one constituting a meal.

 This was her lunch.

 “Why?”

 “I want to be friends with you.”

 “What is a friend?”

 “Friends are great things in life.”

 “Oh.”

 Friends were great things in life, but she stabbed her friend in the chest with her own hands.

 She had not yet forgotten what No. 30’s face looked like before she died. The memories that were buried in her heart were constantly swirling clearly, and it hurt her deeply whenever she recalled them.

 She later left the Ancient Gods Clan and went to Baoze’s training camp, where she finally gained long-awaited friendship. She was finally freed from the destiny of being a weapon.

 However, God of War found her again. This man who made her into a weapon was the worst nightmare of her life.

 She had experienced warmth in Baoze, but on that night, she fell back into the depths of cold hell once again.

 Kill you? I just have to kill you and everything will be alright? Alright then, master.

 The faded red light lit up once again. San Wu’s eyes were filled with brutal murderous intent and her face was covered with bulging green tendons.

 Crack!

 Deep down in her heart, something seemed to have shattered.

 All her emotions and all her warmth dissipated. At this moment, it was as if a slumbering devil had awakened.