42. The Tempest Swordsman

Maxwell Newman, it's been nearly 5000 years since these individual walked in the Azaroth Continent.

But even after this long passage of time, there is not a single entity, whether it's human or a demon who don't know this name.

His achievements are even considered on par or even greater than Azaroth's greatest hero, Ivan Leonhart.

Both of them did what the rest of the human race, even with tens of thousands of years of history, never managed to do.

During the era of Maxwell Newman, Sathanas the Monarch of Wrath , ravaged throughout the entire Azaroth Continent.

Several Kingdoms and even the Newman Family, a renowned Knight family were destroyed by Sathanas.

Maxwell Newman, who was just 11 years old when all this incident took place swore an oath to take revenge for his family.

And at the age of 42 he created an historical feat by charging straight to hell, paving his way to Sathanas's Castle , while slaughtering any demon who got in his way.

Not only did he managed to rip, Sathanas into shred but also managed to escape when rest of the Demon Monarch's chased after him.

He also seemed to be the reason why the 'Third Great Calamity War' never occurred between the Humans and the Demons.

As the Demon's who treated human's as a mere bug they could squash whenever they please, became excessively vary due to his presence.

And at the age of 77, he fought against an ancient dragon which was wrecking havoc on the Western part of the Azaroth Continent, While sacrificing his life on the process.

His tale was nothing but a walking legend, due to long passage of time and human's excessively short lifespan compared to other races, they felt his story to be a bit exaggerated, due to lack of historical evidences.

But Demon's are different, they are practically immortals who can't age, many of them have first hand witnessed what Maxwell Newman did while slaughtering his way to Sathanas's Place while stepping on several demon general's and lord's corpses.

For them the most terrifying existence was not, Ivan Leonhart the fabled hero who created the strongest Empire in the Azaroth Continent.

But the madmen who dared to barge into their home, while slaughtering their own bretherens left and right.

For the first time in their life, they sympathised with their victims as they realised what they went through.

Several Millennia passed by and the scars left by that person gradually started to heal.

As Demon's started showing their true nature again. Amon heard that name again.

Looking at the young man in front of him mentioning the most tabooed name in hell, Amon loudly roared.

"You F**king insect, you dared to mention that name in my presence."

Newman who's currently occupying Daniel's body tilted his head in a slight confusion.

"Why are you so angry ?"

Newman made an exaggerated thinking posture before he clasped both of his hand and exclaimed.

"Aah!!, Were you perhaps Sathanas's Dog ?"

This further infuriated Amon as it Newman's remark hit the nail, he indeed belonged to Sathanas's Legion, but after his death he became a mere puppet following other Demon's Command.

Previously no one dared to order him around, as he had a Monarch backing him up, but now after his death he has been constantly appeasing other demon Kings while cleaning their messes.

As both Newman and Amon glared at each other,

"You First" Newman replied in a nonchalant manner.

"Cocky bastard"

Amon cursed before raising both his hand's up above in the air, as he prepared his most destructive and powerful attack.

The entire sky turned red, as if it was engulfed in flames, Soon a large reddish orb appeared in the sky.

It appeared as if a profound law of fire, was stored inside that orb, which seemed to burn anything and everything it touches.

Several golden inscriptions appeared on that orb as it was pointed towards Newman.

Amon made a huge grin looking at the entire process as he roared

" PURGATORY "

Soon a beam of fire filled with flames of hell appeared from the red orb, burning everything on its way while darting toward's Newman.

Looking at the incoming attack , Newman didn't even bother taking his sword out, as he formed a huge fist and punched straight towards the beam.

Amon felt it was a bit excessive to use his strongest attack, but he blamed it on Newman to infurriate him to such severe extend.

As he was waiting for his opponent to turn into a charcoal along with the rest of the forest, but on the contrary something bizarre took place in front of him.

Newman's fist and the heat beam clashed with each other, before flames began to dim before it completely vanished as if it was never there.

"W..W..What happened ?" Amon exclaimed while looking at the surrounding and his opponent, completely fazed.

But it seemed as if Newman was completely ignoring Amon's existence, while he was looking at a few burn marks left behind at the back of his hand while blocking Amon's attack.

"This brat seriously needs to start training, how could he be injured even when I protected him my own aura."

Newman covered the entire area with his aura to block Amon's attack, as he might be able to return unscatted but he cannot say the same about Samuel and the entire forest laying behind him.

Newman then gave a slight glance before muttering

"I guess it's my turn now."

Amon didn't even wait for Newman to complete his sentence as he quickly flew above in the sky while darting out of this place.

After he saw Newman block his attack with just his bare hands, he already lost all his will to fight.

He had a feeling this person in front of him might actually be the real Maxwell Newman, If that's really the case he has to get out of here no matter what and inform the higher ups.

He is a high ranking Demon Lord, his reports won't be slipped aside as a nonsense, Existence of Maxwell Newman can't be ignored especially with what the Demon's are currently planning.

As Amon flew straight above in the sky darting outside, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, as if he teleported out of nowhere, standing in the sky looking at him with a nonchalant expression.

Those Vibrant green hair's and eyes could make anyone feel calm and composed, but unfortunately that wasn't the case for Amon,as all he could see was his impending doom.

"take one of my attack before leaving." Newman replied while giving Amon a emotionless glance.

He took his sword and raised it up above in the sky, Soon a pale green aura started surrounding Newman's entire sword.

The aura stated swirling around the sword, Creating a large gust of wind around him.

Soon those slight gusts of winds turned into a momoth sized green storm reaching the skies.

6th FORM OF NEWMAN'S SWORDSMANSHIP

"Tempest Storm"

A large swirling green Typhoon, which reached the heights of sky, charged straight towards Amon.

Looking at the large gust of wind, which mercilessly swallowed everything on it's way while charging towards him, Amon started cursing before being swallowed inside the storm.

Soon his curses turned into wailing cries, before turning completely silent.

The Storm quickly disappated, as if it was never there to began with along with everything swallowed inside it.