Chapter : 21 Dylan Vs Terrorist

A/N : Sorry for not providing the image of Fly Cutter blade image earlier but here it is.

Image Fly Cutter..

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Rias faced the three towering terrorist devil, determination masking her fear. Her gaze, sharp and unwavering, fixated on the tall, ferocious figure before her. "You won't escape by harming any students. The moment this reaches my brother," she asserted, her voice soft yet laced with authority.

The three devils, towering over the petite Rias, erupted in laughter. "Your brother is nothing. We can handle him," declared the confident brown-haired devil with a smirk.

Contemplating her next move, Rias couldn't afford to be a weakness to her brother. Maturity beyond her years showed in her thoughts.

The brown-haired devil, with a tone of arrogance, suggested, "What should we do with her? Kill her on the spot as we're ordered or take her with us and blackmail Sirzechs?" He glanced at his accomplices for input.

Rias, resolved not to be a burden, pondered her options. Suddenly, A surge of magical energy disrupted the tense atmosphere. In response to Rias's attack, the brown-haired devil hastily conjured a defensive barrier, but not without consequence. A sharp scratch on his leg left him momentarily vulnerable.

Amidst the unfolding scene, the other two devils found amusement in their comrade's unexpected predicament. Their smiles widened as they witnessed the towering figure being bested by the smaller, seemingly unassuming Rias. The impact on the brown-haired devil's ego was palpable, evident in the glint of frustration and disdain in his glare.

Looking down upon the small Rias, who had managed to dent his pride, the devil's expression conveyed more than just physical discomfort. The pressure on the petite girl intensified, but she stood her ground, her resilience a quiet challenge to the devil's wounded ego.

Meanwhile, Dylan's face twisted in a mix of confusion and curiosity as he directed a questioning look at Rias. The revelation of Zeoticus having a child left him perplexed. However, what truly astounded him was Rias's unyielding stand against the menacing devils.

As he watched the brown-haired devil, gripped by frustration, began to grit his teeth and hesitantly took steps back from the determined Rias. Dylan's gaze narrowed as he sensed a pivotal moment, realizing that the brown-haired devil was the one taking a bold stance against Rias.

"That bastard," Dylan muttered under his breath, recognizing a pivotal moment as the tension heightened. In an instant, the brown-haired devil, fueled by frustration, turned around, preparing to unleash a kick on Rias. Yet, time seemed to freeze for Dylan as his narrowed gaze revealed a hint of determination.

In a swift motion, his eyes glowed with a bluish hue, and his One Fly Cutter soared towards the brown-haired devil, slicing through his legs and painting the air with splashes of blood.

"Ahahahhhhhh..."

The room echoed with painful cries, leaving everyone, including the accomplices of the fallen devil, astonished.

Amidst the shock, the once-menacing brown-haired devil writhed on the ground, enveloped in agony. The unexpected turn of events left an indelible mark on the room, as the echoes of pain reverberated.

"This little bitch is really Sirzechs's sister," the lady devil remarked, striding forward with the intention of apprehending Rias. However, her advance was abruptly halted as the black-haired devil swiftly pulled her back, her hand bearing a slight cut from Dylan's One Fly Cutter, which he deftly called back.

Confused, the female devil questioned, "How did this happen?" Her senses hadn't detected the approaching threat, and yet her hand bore the evidence of a subtle cut.

Addressing the unfolding situation, the black-haired devil shifted his attention to Dylan, whose white hair with a hint of crimson at the ends had drawn his focus. "You, kid with the white hair," he called out, prompting the others to divert their attention to Dylan.

Caught off guard, Dylan sighed and admitted, "You saw me." Rising to his feet, he faced the black-haired devil, who remained composed but harbored a mix of questioning and unsettled emotions. Internally, he mulled over the information received about Rias Gremory, Riser Phenex, and Sona Sitri—promising figures in the devil hierarchy. "We were ordered to eliminate them, but who is he?" he pondered, casting a discerning gaze at Dylan.

The female devil seethed with anger, her arms bearing a fresh cut courtesy of a small child—a blow to her pride. With a menacing gaze fixed on Dylan, she withdrew her hand from the black-haired devil, preparing for retaliation. The other children cowered, shielding themselves in fear.

"Wait, don't," the black-haired devil warned, but it was too late. A hole appeared in the lady devil's stomach, blood flowing from the wound and her mouth. In agony, she questioned, "How?" as she collapsed to the ground.

Three devil terrorists were present; only one remained conscious, the other two already defeated.

With a swish, Dylan's blade sailed through the air towards the black-haired devil, aiming for a decisive strike. To Dylan's astonishment, the devil caught the blade with bare hands, blood trickling from his palm.

"These are truly fast and sharp," the black-haired devil mused. Undeterred, Dylan pressed forward, weaving through other students. Rias, who had just proclaimed her determination to protect him, now watched in shock. Dylan's newfound strength left everyone in awe, except for the frozen Riser, lost in a daze.

Dylan stood before the black-haired devil, one Fly Cutter blade whirling beside him while the other was firmly held by his opponent. Frustration echoed in Dylan's thoughts, questioning why he was entangled in this school hijack business. The magic circle offered an escape, yet here he was, embroiled in a fight not of his choosing.

"Listen, I have no desire to harm you. Take your friends and go; they're still alive and can be saved at a hospital," Dylan implored, torn between escape and the moral duty to aid the defenseless children when he is power to do so.

"I have no intention of letting someone like you live," the black-haired devil declared, his eyes fixed on Dylan with a posture exuding excessive confidence, as if he possessed the power to substantiate his bold words.

"What about them? They'll likely to die due to blood loss if you don't treat them," Dylan argued, hoping to appeal to the basic humanity within his adversary.

"Let them die; it's their mistake for dropping their guard," the black-haired devil replied callously, his expression revealing a complete lack of concern for the fate of their comrades.

Locked in a silent exchange of glares, Dylan and the black-haired devil in a tense standoff as they awaited the first move. With a flick of his finger, Dylan sent his Fly Cutter blade forward, only for it to be thwarted by the formidable defensive barrier erected by the black-haired devil.

"Did you seriously think that would work on me? I've adapted to its speed; your moves are an open book," scoffed the black-haired devil, his confidence unshaken.

Yet, as the blade collided with the defensive barrier, a bluish glow intensified, swirling like a relentless driller, exerting more force. The barrier cracked, and the black-haired devil's eyes widened as it shattered. He narrowly evaded the blade, a slight cut marking his cheek despite the blade not making direct contact.

Backing away in disbelief, he muttered, "This is impossible. Is this blade made of some special material or is it some kind of sacred gear?" The black-haired devil reflected on the earlier flashback, the memory of the small blade grazing past him, inches away, leaving a mysterious scratch on his cheek.

"He's dangerous; I can't afford to let my guard down,"the black-haired devil said in his thoughts, observing the composed Dylan who hadn't budged an inch but forced him to cautiously retreat.

A surge of demonic energy enveloped the air, a green magic circle materializing in the black-haired devil's hand, causing the atmosphere to stir.

"Watch out, Dylan! He's a high-class devil; don't underestimate him," warned Liridian, appearing beside Dylan in the nick of time.

A whirlwind engulfed the room, propelling Dylan from his position. Undeterred, he propelled his blade toward the black-haired devil, only to witness it swerve in an unexpected direction, thwarted by the intense wind pressure.

Turning his attention to the captive teacher, Dylan directed his blade, freeing her from the ropes and magical chains with a powerful drill-like motion.

"Can you create a barrier shielding the children?" Dylan urgently asked the teacher, who promptly understood the task, conjuring a protective barrier separating Dylan from other childrens.

The escalating wind pressure rendered Dylan unable to maintain his footing, his spiritual power providing some balance. A tornado-like force surged toward him, compelling Dylan to evade by levitating above the ground. However, this sudden movement led to a loss of control, and he collided with the wall, seemingly held in place by the relentless wind.

His eyes glowed with a bluish intensity akin to the clear ocean, while his hovering blade rotated vertically, emanating a blue aura that circled like a celestial blade.

Flicking his finger upward, Dylan sliced through the very air, creating a brief opening to slip away. Yet, the persistent wind current pursued him relentlessly.

"Dammit, I can't escape it," Dylan muttered, sensing a change in the wind. This time, it felt like the wind was scratching at him. Approaching another collision with the wall, he swiftly activated a barrier, cocooning himself in a greenish, transparent shield. Despite being shielded from the wind, the barrier held him in place against the wall, restricting his movements.

Pinned against the wall, Dylan urgently called out to Liridian, "Activate the First Form of Nine Thunder Blade." A holographic card materialized in front of him, revealing the intricacies of the formidable weapon. As it vanished, Dylan felt the information imprinting itself in his mind—a holographic video portraying a skilled holographic swordsman, his breathing pattern, precise stances, and every nuanced movement.

Liridian, cautious of Dylan's ambitious plan, warned, "Knowing the method doesn't guarantee success on your first attempt, Dylan."

Undeterred, Dylan asserted with determination, "We won't know unless we try." Requesting another Fly Cutter blade, he added, "Give me one more Fly Cutter, since he took one." Liridian complied, as there are many similar blades, although Dylan could only control two at a time for attacking.

"I have only one chance to pull this off; I can't afford to mess up," muttered Dylan to himself, seeking a boost in confidence.

Dylan deactivated the barrier, collapsing onto the floor as an immediate rush of wind surged towards him. Swiftly, he redirected his two Fly Cutter blades, the dual points interlocking to initiate a drilling motion, as if he intended to bore through the powerful gust. Simultaneously, he summoned his futuristic blue blade.

The Fly Cutter blades, forming a protective shield against the onslaught of wind pressure, created a cone-shaped aura around Dylan. With a deliberate stance, the method of the first form of Nine Thunder Blade flashed in his mind, connecting all the critical points.

A vibrant blue aura enveloped Dylan's entire body, his eyes emanating a radiant glow. The sky cutter blade, propelled by his focused energy, pierced through the tumultuous winds, aimed at the black-haired devil whose vision was obscured by the swirling tempest except for his senses which he can feel through the wind.

Having successfully navigated to a wind-free zone, electric sparks danced around Dylan as he dashed forward. The black-haired devil, momentarily disoriented, sensed a luminous threat approaching. Attempting to block the two small blades, which abruptly shifted, only to find Dylan instantly before him, a lightning dash in motion. With a diagonal slash, the futuristic blade cut through the devil's body, leaving a trail of destruction across the room and corridor walls

Amidst the falling debris and swirling dust, Dylan stood unfazed, a smirk playing on his lips as he nonchalantly dusted off his clothes. "Damn, I'm too awesome," he muttered, a self-satisfied smile lighting up his face.

To be continued...

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