92. Fighting His Own Body

Neo was genuinely happy to have a skeletal body; otherwise, he would be jumping from his seat right now. The person in front of him was none other than his original body, but occupied by a different soul.

To avoid alarming the intruder, Neo tried to act normal and gazed at his original body with his red, piercing eyes.

"Interesting," he said, trying to sound like Momonga. "Your soul and this body don't match each other. In other words, you are inhabiting someone else's body." Neo somehow knew it was Suzuki Satoru who was occupying his body.

Suzuki was stunned for a moment. This truth had been his secret from everyone he met. Momonga had become so powerful that he could discern such things.

Suzuki suddenly became alert and took a fighting stance hastily.

Seeing this, Neo also wanted to gauge his true power against his real body but knew Suzuki wouldn't be able to unlock its full potential yet.

He stood up, feigning disrespect due to Suzuki's behavior, and took his staff.

Suzuki drew his sword from its sheath and pointed it at Neo.

Demiurge, seeing this, became angry and wanted to end the life of this intruder he had brought along.

"No, Demiurge, let me show him what real power is."

Suzuki scoffed at Neo. "If I can create you, then I can kill you as well. If he knew what I am capable of, he wouldn't be doing this right now," Suzuki said with a slight smile.

"Let's go to the arena, and I will show you why people respect me."

Suzuki shrugged and followed behind. If this were the beginning when he first arrived in this world, he would be afraid now. But after recent events and discovering the true nature of his body, he had lost his fear and gradually shed the cautious nature shown in the novel.

Upon arriving at the arena, they faced each other.

In the shimmering arena, Neo stood with his skeletal body radiating arcane energy, while Suzuki, known for his indomitable physique, loomed across from him. Tension filled the air as both prepared for the clash that would test their limits.

Neo's skeletal fingers danced through the air, summoning ethereal shields and conjuring wisps of elemental magic. Suzuki, muscles taut and eyes fixed on Neo, charged forward with explosive speed, fists ready to strike.

Neo swiftly erected a barrier of shimmering energy, deflecting Suzuki's initial onslaught. Suzuki's blows landed with thunderous force, each strike testing Neo's defenses. Neo retaliated with bursts of arcane fire and ice, forcing Suzuki to pivot and evade with unexpected agility for his size.

The battle raged on, the arena echoing with the clash of magic and muscle. Neo's command of magical elements grew more potent with each passing moment, while Suzuki's relentless attacks chipped away at Neo's defenses inch by inch.

Sensing an opening, Neo unleashed a torrent of lightning that crackled through the air, striking Suzuki with precision. Suzuki staggered, his invincible facade momentarily shaken. Seizing the opportunity, Neo pressed forward, weaving through Suzuki's guard with agility and strategy.

But Suzuki, fueled by determination and resilience, rallied with raw strength. He countered Neo's spells with sheer physical force, shrugging off magical assaults that would have felled lesser opponents. The arena trembled under their intense duel, spectators on the edge of their seats.

In a final gambit, Neo gathered the last of his magical reserves, channeling them into a devastating spell of pure energy. The blast struck Suzuki head-on, sending him crashing to the ground, his defenses finally breached.

As the dust settled, Neo stood panting heavily, his skeleton form shimmering with exhaustion. Suzuki, bruised but unbowed, acknowledged Neo's victory with a respectful nod. Demiurge and the others erupted into applause, having witnessed a spectacle of skill and determination.

Neo looked at Suzuki and suddenly said, "Can you tell me your real name? A great warrior should have a name, right?"

Suzuki smiled wryly, forgetting his earlier arrogance. "My name is Suzuki Satoru, and I am not from this world."

As the dust settled in the arena, Neo stood panting heavily, his skeletal form shimmering with exhaustion. Suzuki, bruised but unbowed, acknowledged Neo's victory with a respectful nod. Demiurge and the other spectators erupted into applause, having witnessed a spectacle of skill and determination.

Demiurge, his tail flicking with excitement, approached Neo with a gleam in his eyes. "Neo sama, that was truly an exhilarating display! Your command of magic is unmatched."

Neo nodded gratefully, catching his breath. "Thank you, Demiurge. Suzuki proved to be a formidable opponent."

Demiurge chuckled darkly. "Indeed, but none can match your brilliance, Neo sama. It was clear from the start who would emerge victorious."

Suzuki, still catching his breath,but smile wryly hearing this.

Neo regarded Suzuki with a mix of respect and curiosity. "You fought well, Suzuki. Your resilience is impressive."

Suzuki nodded in acknowledgment. "Likewise, Neo. Your mastery of magic is beyond what I expected."

"let's return to the throne room for now." Neo said

As they walked back, Demiurge couldn't contain his curiosity. " Neo sama, may I ask about Suzuki's origins? He seems... different."

Neo paused for a moment before replying, "Suzuki is not from our world. He hails from a place far beyond our realms."

Demiurge's eyes widened with intrigue. "Fascinating! A traveler from distant lands just like us."

As they approached the throne room, Neo turned to Suzuki once more. "I believe Alfa may have insights that could help you understand your situation better. Would you be willing to meet her?"

Suzuki hesitated briefly, then nodded. "Very well, Neo. Lead the way."

With that, they entered the throne room, leaving behind the echoes of their intense battle and the promise of future challenges yet to come.