Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!

Leonhardt's body zapped across the arena, his figure flickering with lightning.

His entire body crackled with raw mana, his skin becoming pale and faintly glowing with a light red aura.

'If I can dodge his attacks like this, then maybe I won't be obliterated in seconds.'

The demon's eyes narrowed, as if trying to judge the rapid movements of his opponent, while the crackling of overcharged mana echoed throughout the arena. Leonhardt raised his longsword, slashing down towards the demon with blinding speed, the blade slicing through the air with precision and power.

The demon raised his spear once more, meeting Leonhardt's blade head-on. The clash caused a thunderclap of sound to echo throughout the arena.

"!!!"

Leonhardt's eyes widened, but he curled his lips deeper, flicking his wrist, the spear flung to his side, allowing him to follow up with a powerful thrust. The sword pierced the demon's abdomen, cutting through his armour, but the wound was shallow compared to what it could have been.

'His defence is too high...'

[Be careful, Leonhardt, this demon's body is strange! His skill has covered it in hidden plates.]

[Think about the exoskeleton of that Arachne]

The knowledge came from Ifrit as she explained the demon's odd body.

Developing such a skill was tough for demons because their bodies were already extremely durable. Defensive techniques were few and far between due to their arrogance. So the ones that existed were no joke.

Like the demon wore heavy armour,

But in truth. Azriel's skin and muscles were the armour.

The damage was minimal, even if Leonhardt cut through his defence.

"You dare mock me! You inferior creature!"

Leonhardt's gaze remained cold and steady as the demon swung his spear again, aiming for Leonhardt's head. 'He's not the only one with such scales though...' Dravanna's giggle echoed in Leon's mind as he began to channel his dragon blood, feeling a slight pain as something spread across his abdomen, covering the vital spots, but remained hidden.

The spear slammed into his longsword with tremendous force, sending shockwaves throughout the arena, causing the ground to shake and crack.

'What a monster. If I didn't have my dragon scales, I'd have shattered bones!'

(Don't be unsettled! His bones should feel even worse, hahahah!)

Leonhardt felt his body was lighter. He moved faster and more fluidly than ever, like a blur across the battlefield.

'Is it because I am used to using so much mana with Tyrant Blitz?'

"How dare you lose focus!" Azriel sounded as his spear thrust at Leonhardt's chest, aiming for the soft flesh between his lungs, the tip swirling with a black aura; this was demonic mana.

"!!!" But he reacted in time and grabbed the shaft.

"You!?"

Leonhardt's Arachne eyes saw the attack with layers of afterimages of possible strikes and follow-ups, and a sharp ache filled his head when trying to predict so many movements. Yet, he knew the best one to react to, and chose to grip the spear's shaft.

The demon's eyes narrowed as he watched the Chimaera intensely, but a smile appeared.

"Foolish inferior, did you think that I couldn't attack you from here?"

Azriel's palm spread before Leonhardt's face, his eyes widened as the source of the dense energy gathered into a small sphere of condensed mana.

"Dark Sphere!"

The sphere exploded, bursting out towards Leonhardt with incredible force.

He jerked his head away, using his sword to cut through the spear shaft and then kicked away the bottom part.

However, Leonhardt felt the demon's mana pulse inside his body. A heavy weight wrapped around him, the dark sphere filled the arena as a thousand painful bites dug into his flesh, ripping, tearing and stabbing like millions of small blades of darkness, slicing him up.

"Fuck!"

His scales covered his chest and stomach as he took the onslaught head-on, condensing his size, wrapping both arms around his chest. However, from the corner of his eye... Azriel's face twisted into an almost obscene smirk as his dagger appeared, with a dark purple sheen covering its blade.

His senses spiked with danger, but there was no way he could dodge in midair.

Ba-Dump!

Ba-Dump!

The bastard tossed the dagger so much force that it created a momentary sonic boom.

[Leonhardt Dodge it!]

(!!!)

"RAGH!"

The blade cut through the shadow sphere, a black light trailing the rapidly moving weapon as it aimed for his heart.

"This blade is called Heart Piercer! Hahahaha!"

Leonhardt kicked the floor, flinging himself backwards, narrowly avoiding the strike to his chest. His body was already falling apart, and a black sphere burst open, sending him tumbling back with a powerful force and crashing into the wall behind him. "What!?"

However, the blade flicked through the air spinning rapidly...

"It's coming back!"

Leon lifted his sword, clang! Another deflection, Clang! Another and another... the blade grew faster with each successive parry and block, now the darkness only appeared in his arachne vision for a fraction, before zooming past him.

The sound of clanging metal reverberated throughout the arena, their fight becoming an intense rhythm of slashes, thrusts and parries as Leonhardt desperately tried to survive.

On the other hand...

Azriel stood quietly, his hand pointed at the struggling Chimaera, a dark magic circle forming in the ground beneath him, painted by crackling mana that arced from his body.

"Oh Father of Wrath, I who carries your blood, grant me your~

Blood of destruction and pain~

Blood of chaos and malice~

Blood of hatred and death~

Grant this servant the power to defeat my enemy!"

The demon's voice chanted with an eerie tone, a red mist surrounding him as he completed his spell.

"Dark Judgement!"

Azriel raised his hand high, pointing his index finger at Leonhardt, his eyes glowing purple as if he were about to unleash hell itself.

Leonhardt's eye narrowed, the pentagram in his pupils narrowed the moment the magic circle formed, his body slowed for a fraction as the dagger tore a small gash in his neck, just missing his throat.

He couldn't take this spell head-on as he used a third Tyrant Blitz.

Ba-Dump...

The limit was still four, but his muscles, already far past their limits, began to bulk and swell.

"Low and Behold! The power of a demon, you fool!"

Azriel bellowed as a black beam of concentrated mana shot out from the hand of the demon, streaking across the arena towards Leonhardt. Its heat burned the air, leaving a trail of smoke in its wake.

The beam ripped apart the arena floor, and the elemental mana in the air became tainted in Leonhardt's vision as the dagger flickered in his sight behind him.

'Damn It!'

He didn't want to do this...

Leonhardt hated that he lacked the depth and training that others did.

"There's no choice...

Tyrant Blitz...

His heart stopped for a moment.

Tyrant Blitz...!

The muscles in his eyes popped, turning his eyes completely red...

Tyrant Blitz!!!

In a fraction of a second, he blinked twice, casting Tyrant's Blitz six times, allowing him to avoid the blade that now only created a blip of sound but remained invisible due to the speed at which it moved.

Instantly, the world became grey, and the figures of Ifrit and Dravanna appeared in their fairy forms. They flew up to Leonhardt, who was bleeding from his nose, eyes, and ears, and both of them kissed his forehead.

[The Origin of Fire and Darkness have blessed you]

[Take care of yourself... this is for all the hard work]

(Call it plot armour, fufu~)

[Tyrant's Blitz Has Evolved --> Overlord's Rage]

Speed Boost: 20% -> 120%

Attack Boost: 20% -> 120%

Max Charges: 2

Overlord's Blitz was nothing like the Tyrant's Blitz... as if he used Tyrant's Blitz six times in a row, a black lightning crackled around him, tearing apart the world equally, devastated compared to the black beam only a few inches from his face.

'Fucking hell this hurts...'

Leonhardt felt the strain on his muscles.

They were tearing themselves apart, but the pain was a welcome feeling to feel better than death. The speed at which he moved could no longer be perceived by those watching without keen sight or a sufficient level of perception.

Leonhardt's form blurred before vanishing from sight.

It was his first time using such a high level of mana and strength in his body, but if he stopped now, he'd probably collapse; he needed to win!

The longsword vanished as he formed a fist, flashing towards the demon, still casting his beam attack.

***

Azriel felt something off...

His heart didn't stop like others with the core's blessing, so when the sensation of death came... he ignored it...

Until he noticed his beam hitting nothing.

'What!?'

Leonhardt's position changed, as if he teleported... causing the demon's heart to stop when a black fist covered with lightning collided with his face. "!!!"

The shockwave was tremendous; the demon's body flew backwards and then smashed into a pillar, blood splattering outward as bone and flesh tore apart, his entire head crushed inward as if hit by an explosive weapon.

The crowd didn't cheer or boo but watched with wide eyes.

It wasn't as if Leonhardt was weak.

He was always powerful to those who knew him, but the gap between monsters and demons was evident, yet Leonhardt had broken that limit...

'He's only a little faster than me... yet why... why does it feel so...'

Filled with frustration, the demon screamed out.

"LEONHARDT!"

However, a massive hand appeared out of nowhere and gripped the demon.