Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix

Chapter 270: Peak Physique Vs Elegant Princess

Asura was captivated by the princess and her unexpected fighting style. He marvelled at how this seemingly delicate elf could unleash such raw power, charging through the battlefield like a boar.

'Shall I test this new body while I am here?'

He grasped the black spear, a fusion of Lumeris and Nova, his dragon spear, and his sword of ice, two remnants of his devil and dragon bloodline.

Their combined visual looked more beautiful than before: a jet-black spear with a beautiful ice-blue blade in the shape of a short sword and a golden dragon etched along the shaft of the spear.

"Gigigi?"

Asura seemed calm and unrushed when surrounded by ten stage six goblin warriors. It seemed the lord and his stronger allies watched Asura from above in their small, makeshift stone mansion.

A nostalgic feeling flowed over Asura as he lowered his hips, pulling back his spear.

'Wonder why I was so annoying about calling this a sword lance before.'

His body stepped forward at an explosive speed and power, launching Asura forward more than five metres towards the first goblin.

'Clang!'

Asura's spear slammed into the first goblin's club with a clean slice through the enemy weapon, killing the first warrior with a swift, brutal, penetrating blow that caused the goblin's chest to explode, its heart and lungs popping into mush from the force.

"Kkrrooo..."

The dying goblin screamed out in agony as its organs became mixed with blood and shredded intestines. (+6 Anima)

"Not bad at all..."

Asura casually mumbled before twisting his wrists and yanking out the blade, his hips rotating to block the attack of two goblins who had just attacked his exposed flank.

The spear twirled, flipping through the air and shattering both goblin clubs and blades with two horizontal blows. (+12 Anima)

An enraged fourth goblin, unable to accept the deaths of three brothers, clenched its fist and flew towards Asura with an iron axe in hand.

Asura's eyes narrowed before he grasped the bottom of his shaft, then swung it in a circle, creating a storm of darkness, his devil's mantle expanding the blade to double its length.

"Krrrooaaa..."

The poor goblin didn't even have time to scream out in agony as the razor-sharp, reinforced spear decapitated the monster and his remaining brothers and sent its head flying in a bloody arc before it smashed into a stone wall, shattering it. (+18 Anima)

"Fwuhaaa..."

Asura flicked his wrist, shaking off the thick blood on the edge of his spear blade.

'This weapon is awesome. However, my strength is definitely something a Stage Six shouldn't have. I could probably fight with Sigurd without magic now and only lose because of experience, but that gap will soon narrow.'

That's because of Asura's brain; his ability to analyse and steal martial techniques while making them work for him was second to none.

"The princess is doing just fine... Well, let's get a little serious."

Asura turned his eyes towards the upper level, where the goblin lord seemed to watch him. A wicked gaze of hatred and frustration.

"Fifth and final trial..."

Asura's thoughts became interrupted as several dozen Stage Six and Seven goblins poured out of the mansion, surrounding the young earl, who had just killed six in an instant.

Celine faced five goblins while closing her eyes for a moment, replaying the movements of Asura and his style of fighting in her mind, before setting up her beautiful silver and gold Elven sword, lighter and shorter than the spear, but it felt better in her arms.

'The spear isn't my weapon. I don't have the muscle power or endurance.'

That's why the weapon clattered to the ground; Celine's moves were basic but sharp, slicing through the air while her small, supple figure twirled and danced, dodging the claws and spears of her opponents.

Until she struck and the Elven sword cleanly stabbed into each goblin's neck aiming for a light slash, using the least amount of force to end their lives.

Like a flower on the battlefield.

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Two hours later, only corpses and death remained scattered around Celine and Asura's feet. A mass of goblin bodies lay at their feet. The ones Celine defeated were dead, while Asura brutalised his enemies with the newly found power of his body.

"You can wield the Elven sword well."

"Do you think so!?"

Celine was overjoyed as her cheeks reddened at Asura's praise. She had never felt more embarrassed. Asura's eyes squinted, and the corner of his lips curled upward as he stepped forward towards her, his steps elegant as he lowered his arms and lifted the filthy princess into his arms.

"You naughty girl, stealing my techniques. How should I punish you?"

He teased her while pulling her face closer and inhaling her scent. Celine couldn't help but wrap her arms around Asura's neck and avoid his gaze. Her eyes glimmered as she remembered the earlier battle, and she didn't know how to react in this situation—her lips opened as if to speak several times but only sucked in the delicious air that hovered around Asura.

His anima and pure elements would purify his surroundings.

"P-Punish me?"

"Yes, for being a naughty elf princess and stealing my moves..."

Asura grinned before bending his head, and his lips met Celine's ear.

The intense feeling of his warm lips touching her long ears caused Celine's mind to explode, leaving nothing but white mist and a strange feeling like the massage surging through her entire body.

"Ahhh..."

The beautiful elf groaned as a liquid trickled down her thighs, and Asura began nibbling her ear, causing Celine's soft groans to turn into heavy breathing and a sweet, captivating song of her pleasure.

Despite his speaking about punishment, Celine felt this was anything but punishment as she clung to him. Asura's smile made her feel weak as he carried her into the stone tower, not caring about the goblin lord.

Asura didn't seem to care about the two or even the dungeon as he acted upon his desires. When they entered the castle, he carried her up the broken rock stairs and came to the second floor before reaching the walls, where the entire area became visible.

"It's so pretty, ah!?"

Celine gasped as he placed her down on the wall, her legs dangling with an enormous drop beneath her. The princess clutched the edge, a little scared as her ears flopped.

"How should I beat their lord and his strongest knights, my princess?"

Celine couldn't answer his question as Asura wrapped his arms around her waist, his lips stroking the base of her ear as the elf became overwhelmed by Asura, yet she never wished for him to stop.

His teeth nibbled on the top of her sensitive earlobe, causing the princess to tremble, her legs spreading naturally while a wild moan erupted from the princess as she couldn't stop herself from crying out.

"No weapons! No magic! Only fists!"

The princess looked embraced, a bit of drool seeping down her lip as she looked away in a huff.

"Your wish is my command, princess."