My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 627

Capítulo 627: 20% vs 100%

The abyss floor trembled as Sapphire advanced. There was no warning, no fighting stance. She simply vanished from her position and reappeared in front of Vergil with her fist clenched, covered in a thick layer of Olympus Flame. The impact blast sent tons of rock flying like dust.

Vergil lifted Yamato at the last instant. The blade vibrated as the force of the punch struck the metal. The shockwave sent a wave of energy into a crater dozens of meters wide around them.

“Already at it?” Vergil growled, gripping tightly.

Sapphire didn’t respond. She pressed her fist against the blade, generating more pressure, until the ground cracked beneath their feet.

Vergil pushed Yamato aside, deflecting the punch, and kicked Sapphire in the stomach with enough force to send an ordinary demon flying. But she only slid a few meters back and planted her foot, the golden flame rising throughout her body.

Vergil advanced immediately afterward. His body was engulfed in the blue glow of the Primordial Demon form. The aura surged like a hurricane, tearing through the surrounding air. Waves of energy clashed with Sapphire’s, creating colorful sparks in the air.

Sapphire raised her fingers. The golden flame grew, forming a spear of pure fire which she hurled at him. Vergil cut the spear in half with a clean Yamato movement. The two halves exploded behind him, opening ionized craters in the stone.

Sapphire closed the distance amidst the explosions. She delivered a horizontal kick enveloped in the Flame of Olympus. Vergil blocked with his transformed forearm—his skin immediately burned, but he didn’t flinch. He responded with three swift Yamato slashes, each accompanied by bursts of compressed wind that shattered the ground beneath them.

Sapphire dodged the first two, but the third struck her shoulder. The cut ripped open the flesh and splattered blood into the air, but she didn’t seem to feel any pain. Grabbing his arm, Sapphire pulled him close and fired a blast of fire straight at his face. Vergil twisted his body, the flame grazing past, burning part of his white hair.

He retaliated with a small Judgement Cut—just a direct hit. The energy point exploded in Sapphire’s stomach, throwing her back forcefully. She landed on her feet, dragging her heels on the destroyed ground.

Vergil appeared before her at the same moment using short teleports. The Yamato descended in a vertical arc. Sapphire crossed her arms, blocking. The blade cut into her forearms, but she gripped the sword from the sides and stopped the advance.

Vergil tried to push. Sapphire held firm.

“Giving up?” he taunted.

Sapphire retorted without hesitation:

“Shut up.”

Her body exploded in flames. Vergil was thrown back as if struck by a bomb. Sapphire leaped after him, her fist clenched, aiming for his chest.

Vergil opened the Judgment Cut End fissure—not the full strike, but a quick version.

The space around him cracked into white lines.

Sapphire slammed headlong into the blow. The explosion ripped half the abyss in two. Rocks melted. Dust turned to vapor.

Sapphire staggered, part of her torso charred, but still standing. Vergil appeared behind her immediately, Yamato in a cutting stance.

She spun her body and pushed him back with a wave of golden energy. Vergil slid across the ground until he planted his sword to stop the slide.

Sapphire opened her right hand. The Flame of Olympus swirled, forming a concentrated sphere, almost white with heat. Vergil felt the heat from here.

She launched it. Vergil raised the Yamato, but didn’t cut. He opened a dimensional fissure and the sphere entered it, vanishing.

“This won’t work—” Sapphire began.

The sphere reappeared behind her, doubled in size, spewed out of the fissure.

The explosion hit her squarely.

Sapphire flew like a bullet, shattering dozens of rock formations in quick succession. Vergil didn’t wait. He enveloped himself in blue energy, and his body contorted even further into its primordial form. Wings of energy emerged behind him—not physical wings, but fragments of power.

Vergil flew straight at her, piercing through the rocks. He caught Sapphire mid-impact and hurled her upwards with an ascending slash that left a blue trail in the darkness of the abyss.

Sapphire straightened up in mid-air and opened her mouth to unleash a jet of fire. But Vergil appeared above her. He pressed two fingers against the air and released an invisible pressure cut that opened a deep furrow in her torso.

Blood spurted.

Sapphire grabbed his wrist and pulled him along. The two plummeted in freefall, exchanging blows without pause. Fists, kicks, elbows, cuts, flames, and bursts of energy clashed every second, illuminating the abyss like continuous lightning.

They hit the ground at full speed.

The explosion opened a gigantic crater.

Sapphire was above him, her fist raised. The golden flame engulfed her entire arm.

Vergil gripped her fist with both hands. The impact pushed him meters into the earth. He spat blood as the force of the Flame began to burn his hands.

He teleported out of the crater, reappearing behind her, the Yamato enveloped in black flames. He slashed diagonally. Sapphire dodged by leaning her torso, but the wave of black fire grazed her side, burning flesh.

She immediately lunged forward, ignoring the pain. She grabbed Vergil by the shoulders and slammed him against the ground. She kicked him in the abdomen, enough to shatter any other demon into pieces. Vergil spun his body and severed her leg with a swift movement.

Sapphire staggered, but turned her severed leg over, engulfing it in flames to cauterize it, and continued walking.

Vergil stood up as ice began to form in his hands. He extended his palm, firing spears of compressed ice. Sapphire dodged two, but the third pierced her shoulder. She ripped the ice from her body without showing any discomfort and threw it to the ground.

Vergil changed his strategy—he manipulated wind. He created a razor-sharp blade and hurled it at her. Sapphire caught the wind blade with her charred hands and shattered it with brute force, generating an explosion of uncontrolled blasts.

Vergil ran towards her with absurd speed. Sapphire did the same.

They collided in the center of the abyss, creating yet another brutal impact. Sapphire punched relentlessly, each blow accompanied by golden flames. Vergil blocked with Yamato, but the blade already showed cracks from the heat.

Vergil took a short step back, raised his sword, and began to charge energy.

Sapphire recognized it immediately.

“Judgment Cut End…” she muttered.

“Complete,” Vergil confirmed.

She didn’t wait.

She activated the Flame of Olympus to its maximum. The golden aura engulfed her whole, along with the ground, the air, and everything around her.

Vergil launched the attack.

The space in front of him split into dozens of bright lines. The cuts spread in all directions, trying to slice Sapphire as if reality were a sheet of paper.

Sapphire pushed the flame forward, creating a golden pillar that tried to push the cuts away.

The two forces collided.

The impact twisted the abyss. For a moment, nothing existed but white light and tears in space.

The final explosion hurled them both in opposite directions. Sapphire crashed against a stone wall and passed through it. Vergil fell to his knees on the other side, blood streaming from his arms and face.

But neither of them fell.

They rose.

Sapphire ran first. Vergil responded instantly.

They both vanished.

When they reappeared, they were in the center of the abyss, colliding in yet another frenzied exchange. They no longer had full strength, but they still possessed technique and a will not to accept defeat.

Vergil slashed the air, creating several fissures of energy. Sapphire passed through them all with her arm covered in flame. She punched his face; Vergil slashed her hip. She kicked his knee. He teleported above her and plunged Yamato into her shoulder. Sapphire gripped the blade with her hand and burned the metal with the Flame of Olympus until it cracked.

Vergil had to step back.

Both were breathing heavily, covered in blood, burned, scratched, exhausted… but still in a fighting stance.

Sapphire leaned forward, ready to advance again.

Vergil too.

The entire abyss seemed to hold its breath.

They advanced at the same time.

Fist against blade.

Flame against wind.

Fury against precision.

The final impact made the ground give way beneath their feet. The wave of energy spread in concentric circles, tearing away rocks and dust. When the light dissipated, both stood in the center… motionless.

Sapphire with her fist clenched, pressed against Vergil’s blade.

Vergil’s Yamato nearly severed her jaw.

Neither of them could move the attack forward.

An absolute draw.

They remained like that for a few seconds until Vergil let out a short, exhausted laugh.

“Draw.”

Sapphire closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to control the flames that still flickered around her.

“Tsk…” she replied. “—I hate draws.”

Vergil sheathed the broken half of the Yamato.

“Then talk to me.”

Sapphire said nothing.

But she also didn’t attack again.

And that was the first step.