“You saw your friend Ron over there fight me and barely do anything. What suddenly makes you think that if you fight me again, you would win?” Silva asked.
“Well, the reason is simple. The soul of Ron that fought you was not the hero candidate. Only one of his souls is the hero candidate, and that is the one that will fight you this time.
I can tell that you are quite strong, but against the three of us, we would surely win, and that’s a fact,” Riker said.
“Ohh, so three versus one. I didn’t know that was how heroes played their games. How do you expect that I’ll fight the three of you at the same time?
Sure, I can do it, no hassle, but why should I? It’s unfair on a numbers basis, and you are insulting yourself and the heroes that sent you.
You are saying that the current generation of hero candidates is incapable of handling one demon king candidate.
Not that I care. I’ll still take all of you and easily defeat you. So, when do we start?” Silva said and got up from his throne, starting to walk down.
“Fine, we will fight you one on one,” Riker said.
After he said that, Meg raised her hands and spoke, “I would like to opt out of this fight. My purpose for coming here is to talk to you, not throw blades.
I understand why the boys would want to solve this through a duel, but that is not for me,” Meg said and shifted away.
Riker and Ron didn’t think much about it, though, and were getting ready to battle.
When Silva was close, he looked at them and smiled. “You know, today is my birthday. I just turned fourteen,” Silva said.
“Wait, what? You look at least sixteen,” Riker said.
“Well, I matured faster, but that is beside the point. The point is that today is a special day, and on this special day, a lot is happening, some with my knowledge and some hidden from me.
But honestly, there is a lot of happiness in the air, and I like that. So your presence here is to obstruct that happiness, and I won’t be having that—not by a long shot,” Silva said and drew his sword.
Lily immediately created a transparent dome to isolate them. Ron and Riker looked unfazed by this.
“I would advise you to take your first choice and fight me together. If you don’t, you will regret it very much,” Silva said.
“Oh, shut your trap,” Riker said and spun his staff. He took one step, and his body vanished. He appeared behind Silva, everything moving in slow motion. Riker located where he would hit—the back of his neck.
Silva followed the movements with his eyes, though, and as the spear was about to hit his neck, he bent forward and dodged.
Silva spun around while being low to the ground and used his leg to sweep Riker off the ground. Riker flipped in the air and managed to stand, but as he looked at Silva, he was not there anymore.
Riker panicked a bit. He tried to sense where Silva was, but he couldn’t. Then suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine. He leaped into the air.
Black tendril-like arms shot out of the ground and tried to latch onto Riker. Riker spun his spear in the air and struck the tendrils with a massive wind explosion from the staff.
The tendrils burst into pieces, but then they spun around and created a swirling ball around Riker. Riker could not see anything. He attacked with his staff and forced an opening.
But as that opening formed, he saw Silva right outside, flying. Silva slashed, and a powerful black arc shot from his sword.
Riker had to react fast enough, but the sheer size of the arc was large, and dodging would require a very high amount of speed.
Luckily, he used wind, and that allowed him to reach higher speed. He shot out of there with full propulsion, managing to escape by just an inch.
But immediately as he stopped on the ground, Silva was already standing in front of him. Riker leaped back in fear.
“Why are you so scared, hero? You should be able to take this,” Silva said and charged towards him with a stab.
Riker took a quick step back and stabbed his spear into the ground. “Wind wall.” Riker called out, and a powerful wall of wind rose and blocked Silva.
But Silva was unhindered. He slashed through it easily and dashed towards Riker.
“This is impossible. How are you this strong?” Riker yelled and started a flurry of powerful attacks, not wanting to give Silva any attack space.
Silva blocked all the attacks with a smile on his face.
“A monk should not show such chaotic emotions, or is it not so here?” Silva asked.
“Shut up!” Riker yelled and stomped the ground, shooting at Silva at his fastest speed yet. Then he spun his entire body like a drill, creating a horizontal tornado with the tip facing Silva.
It was like an incoming spinning lance. Taking a single hit from this would destroy your insides and outsides.
“I have to say, you are way, way too weak for me, but I’ll humor you,” Silva said. He used the broad side of his sword and blocked the tornado.
He was pushed back from the attack initially, but after taking that attack for a second, he stopped moving and simply stood in one place, blocking the attack.
Riker finally stopped his attack and leaned on the floor. He looked up at Silva, who was standing there undisturbed, and his heart filled with rage.
He didn’t understand why a demon king candidate would have so much strength, far more than him, yet he was a hero candidate.
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Riker got up from the floor and took another stance with an emotionless face.
“I don’t know how you are doing all this, but I can see that defeating you won’t be a walk in the park, and so I’ll go all out and take you down now,” Riker said.