Chapter 583: The Demon King of Incarceration (3)
"Cough."
A heavy impact reverberated within Eugene. Blood mixed with fragments of organs trickled from his mouth. Eugene spat out the sticky blood clinging to his throat and pulled himself away from the wall where he had been smashed.
"Quite unexpected,” he commented with another cough.
He had not anticipated that the Demon King of Incarceration would engage in close combat. Such a style of fighting was utterly uncharacteristic of the Demon King of Incarceration he had known so far. As far as he knew, the Demon King of Incarceration had never fought like this in the battle against Sienna, Molon, and Anise three hundred years ago.
"There's not much difference between us,” the Demon King of Incarceration spoke, unbothered.
Behind him, Molon, having dropped his subdued axe, was now lunging at the Demon King with bare fists. The Demon King raised his hand without even looking back. Molon's punch slid off the Demon King as if he were covered in oil. The Demon King of Incarceration smoothly caught Molon's forearm and, with fluid motion, slammed him to the ground.
"Just as you can wield a sword, spear, axe, and bow," the Demon King said.
Molon’s body did not move as his own. The moment he came into contact with the Demon King, his strength was drained, and he flailed uncontrollably. It was an unfamiliar sensation for Molon, who had perfect control over his body.
Even after hitting the ground, Molon didn’t regain control of his body. He couldn't tell if his right arm was truly his own. Though his joints and muscles were intact, the arm wouldn't move. It had neither strength nor sensation.