The Life of Lust Demon

In the Sky Martial Court, fighters were allowed to beat the shit out of each other, but only to a point. Crippling or killing someone was off-limits. But Anos's brutal kick? That definitely crossed the line. Samson wasn't just hurt-he was completely wrecked.

The raw power of Anos's purple lightning was insane-even more than he'd expected. Samson had been in the same realm, rocking the same lightning Element, and his martial arts technique had been slightly stronger. On paper, it should've been an even fight. Instead, Samson got annihilated, left looking like a crumpled piece of trash.

"Mia, get over here!" Anos barked, not even sparing Samson a glance.

Mia didn't hesitate. She darted to his side like an obedient little soldier.

With a twisted smirk, Anos shifted his weight, pressing his boot harder into Samson's back.

"AAARGH!" Samson's scream ripped through the courtyard, sending a cold chill down everyone's spines. It wasn't just pain-it was the sound of someone utterly broken.

Anos's demeanor might've seemed casual, even playful, but beneath that surface, he radiated the cold, unyielding malice of a goddamn demon.

"Look at this guy," Anos drawled, gesturing lazily to Samson. "I don't think he's getting up anytime soon. Guess he's just gonna have to enjoy the dirt for a while. So, here's the deal-lie down, shut the fuck up, and apologize."

Samson's body twitched as he tried to rise. But every ounce of effort he put in was met with an equal, crushing force from Anos's boot. The pressure was brutal, driving pain deep into Samson's already shredded body. His internal organs felt like they were on fire, and the residual paralysis from Anos's lightning made even breathing a goddamn struggle.

"Anos... You bastard!" Samson spat through bloodied teeth, his voice shaking with rage. "Don't... go too far!"

Anos tilted his head, eyes cold.

"Too far?" he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. "Buddy, you haven't even seen too far yet. But keep running your mouth, and I'll show you exactly where that line is."

The crowd watchin stunned silence. Anos wasn't just humiliating Samson—he was making a statement. This wasn't just a fight anymore. It was a goddamn execution.

Mia felt a surge of relief wash over her as she watched Anos dominate Samson with terrifying ease. Still, she reached out, tugging at his sleeve gently. "Anos, stop. You've done enough. If you keep going, the Sky Martial Court will punish you."

Anos didn't even glance her way, his cold eyes fixed on the writhing mess beneath his boot. "I said I'd make him kneel and apologize. If he's too broken to kneel, that's his problem. But the apology? That's non-negotiable."

Mia bit her lip, her cheeks flushing. Her mind was a storm of emotions—gratitude, confusion, and something she couldn't quite name. Why was Anos going this far for her? They were just friends… weren't they? But even so, this was beyond anything she could have expected.

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Anos's voice dropped, sharp as a blade. "You've got three breaths. Apologize to Mia, or I'll make sure you never walk again."

Samson, defiant even through the agony, spat blood and croaked, "Fuck you, bastard—"

Crack!

The sickening sound of bone snapping echoed through the crowd.

"AHHHH!" Samson's scream was primal, raw, the kind of sound that chilled even the most hardened onlooker.

The gathered crowd collectively gasped, the air filled with their disbelief. Anos wasn't just ruthless—he was outright terrifying. The sound of Samson's rib breaking reverberated through the clearing like a death knell.

Blood poured from Samson's lips as he writhed on the ground, his face twisted in unimaginable pain. His screams didn't stop, each one more desperate than the last.

Mia covered her mouth, stunned. She couldn't decide what was more shocking—Anos's relentless brutality or the strange sense of safety she felt, knowing someone would go to such lengths for her.

Hannah stood at a distance, her usual playful demeanor slipping as the gravity of the situation unfolded. As Anos stomped down on Samson with ruthless efficiency, a loud crack echoed—not just from the ribs being shattered, but also from the lollipop in her mouth. She had crushed it without even realizing.

"Ahhh! My lollipop!" she muttered, her face briefly twisting into frustration before hardening into something more serious.

Her sharp eyes analyzed Anos's movements, his complete lack of hesitation as he delivered blow after devastating blow. To anyone else, it might just seem like brutality, but to Hannah, it revealed a lot more. This wasn't the behavior of a mere student showing off his strength. No, this was someone who had walked through blood—someone who had spilled it without flinching.

He's killed before, she thought grimly, and not just once.

The way he shattered Samson's ribs as casually as if he were breaking twigs confirmed it. Anos wasn't just another cocky upstart at the Sky Martial Court. He had honed his ferocity in the Beast Domain, where life and death weren't theoretical exercises but a daily reality. Hannah was certain—if they weren't standing within the walls of the Sky Martial Court, with so many witnesses watching, Samson would already be a corpse.

Anos's decisiveness unsettled her. There were few in the Sky Martial Court who could inflict such harm without so much as a flicker of doubt. That wasn't a weakness, though. In fact, Hannah respected it. Every martial artist who wanted to reach the pinnacle of power would eventually have blood on their hands—not just the blood of beasts, but of people.

But there was a fine line that separated

a true warrior from a monster. Killing for survival or the protection of others was one thing. Killing out of selfishness or cruelty was something else entirely. As she watched Anos tower over Samson, Hannah couldn't help but wonder which side of that line he stood on.

"Apologize!"

Anos's cold, unforgiving voice cut through the air like a blade. The crowd froze, their hearts hammering in their chests, as if they too were at his mercy.

Samson clawed at the dirt beneath him, his bloodshot eyes burning with hatred, his pride crushed under the weight of Anos's unrelenting dominance. Every fiber of his being wanted to lash out, to tear Anos apart.

"I... I'm sorry!" he choked out, his voice trembling with humiliation.

"Louder!" Anos barked, his tone razor-sharp.

"I'm sorry!" Samson shouted through clenched teeth, his voice laced with anger and pain.

"I said louder!" Anos thundered, his fury palpable.

"I'm sorry!" Samson roared at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing across the courtyard.

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Before anyone could react, Anos delivered a brutal kick to Samson's side, sending him crashing into the wall like a rag doll. Dust and debris rained down as Samson's body slumped to the ground, motionless.

"Did I fucking ask you to yell at me like that?" Anos sneered, his tone dripping with cold disdain.

The courtyard fell into a stunned silence.

Gulp—

The onlookers instinctively swallowed hard, their faces pale. Anos's ruthlessness had them all trembling. Samson was already battered and broken, yet Anos showed no hesitation in delivering that punishing kick. Wasn't he worried about accidentally killing him?

Samson lay crumpled on the ground, unconscious. Before his mind faded into darkness, one thought seared itself into his fading consciousness: I'll kill him. No matter what it takes, I'll kill Anos.

"Trash."

Anos's cutting words echoed in the still air, leaving the crowd reeling. He stood tall, exuding an aura of cold dominance that sent chills through everyone.

Mia's wide eyes were fixed on him, her lips slightly parted in disbelief. Sasha, standing behind her, hesitated, her feet rooted to the spot. Neither could reconcile this merciless figure with the Anos they thought they knew.

Where was the playful, flirty Anos who had always seemed so harmless? In his place stood someone else entirely—someone terrifying, someone unstoppable.

Anos's irritation with Samson wasn't just about the fight—it was about the intent. Samson had tried to kill him, and if they weren't in the Sky Martial Court, Anos would've made sure Samson never walked away. The fact that Samson was still breathing was only because of the rules.

Anos turned to Mia, his gaze softening slightly. "As for making him kneel, I'll ensure it happens personally when he can crawl again."

Mia shook her head quickly, her cheeks slightly flushed. "N-no need. There's really no need."

Anos didn't respond, simply nodding to himself before shifting his attention to the onlookers. His voice turned sharp again. "Take care of him," he said to the advanced class members frozen in fear. "Make sure he doesn't die. It'd be too troublesome if he did."

The crowd flinched, their expressions a mix of resentment and disbelief. So you knew it'd be bad if he died? Then why beat him to a pulp? They all thought the same thing: even with wood-element healers, Samson's injuries wouldn't heal in just a week or two.

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Ding!

Mia's favorability towards you +6.

Sensing Mia's dependence, Scumbag Value +50,000.

Mia's favorability has reached 50. She can now confess.

Confess? Anos scoffed internally, shaking his head. Not yet. Fifty isn't enough.

If anyone could hear his thoughts, they'd have facepalmed on the spot. Anos, for all his strength and cunning, was oblivious to the perfect moment he'd just squandered. He had done everything to appear as Mia's knight, defeating her oppressor with overwhelming force, inspiring both awe and reliance. Confessing now would've been a sure win.

Instead, Anos dismissed the thought entirely, unaware he'd missed his best chance.

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"Let's Leave? Who said you could leave just yet?"

A clear, commanding voice interrupted his thoughts.

Anos turned as a figure appeared behind him, her presence instantly drawing attention.

It was Hannah. Her striking beauty would've been the center of everyone's focus, but the aftermath of Anos's fight had kept all eyes on him until now. Her appearance was like a sharp gust of wind cutting through the tension, and the crowd shifted