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Chapter 307: The Weak Succumbs to the Strong
🕑 Added 2025-07-19 08:32:25 +0000 UTC"Who are you?"
Blake pressed his forehead helplessly. Although he could tell this guy was a battle maniac, he didn’t expect him to stare at him like that as soon as they met.
Although Blake knew he could defeat the guy in less than a second, Sairaorg was Rias’s cousin, and he was a good person at heart. Blake didn’t want to escalate things.
"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. Nice to meet you. I'm Sairaorg Bael, the next head of the Bael family."
Sairaorg was initially stunned but quickly regained his composure, smiling and clasping his fists. He glanced at Blake, Lia, and the church trio before introducing himself with generosity.
"Hello, I’m Xenovia. (Asia/Irina)."
Seeing Sairaorg greet them, Asia and Xenovia quickly returned the greeting.
"Blake Silva."
"Lia Silva."
Blake and Lia spoke calmly compared to the nervous Church trio.
The Bael family was second only to the Four Satans and was one of the original seventy-two pillars. Like the Gremory and Sitri families, they held a noble status. Most importantly, Sirzecks and Rias inherited their destructive power from their mother, Valena, a direct blood relative of the Bael family. This connection explained why Sirzecks and Rias had achieved such great power.
Xenovia and Asia showed respect to Sairaorg, knowing about the upper devil families from their studies. However, Blake and Lia, being non-devils, were less concerned with such distinctions, especially given their own strength.
"By the way, what are you doing in this passage?" Rias asked, a puzzled look crossing her face, clearly hoping Sairaorg wouldn’t challenge Blake.
"Ah, I just came out to hang around because I was a little bored."
"...Bored? Are the others here too?"
Rias paused for a moment before speaking again.
"Agares and Astaroth are here, and it looks like Zephodor came too. As soon as I arrived, I saw Zephodor and Agares fighting each other."
Sairaorg’s expression turned to one of distaste.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The building shook violently, accompanied by loud shattering sounds!
Rias, without hesitation, walked toward the direction of the noise. Blake and the others followed.
"Really? That’s why I said we didn’t need to meet before we started," Sairaorg sighed, trailing behind Rias and Blake.
When the enormous door was opened, a wide space, completely destroyed, greeted them. Tables, chairs, and decorations lay in ruins, and in the center, two groups of devils stood glaring at each other, weapons drawn, ready to fight.
On one side were devils that resembled monstrous beings, and on the other side were more ordinary devils. However, both sides radiated a chilling, murderous intent.
"Zeldor, if you want to fight in a place like this, I have no choice but to accompany you. But you’ll die, you know? Do you want to die so badly? I wouldn’t be blamed if I killed you," a woman at the forefront of the two groups declared, her voice full of venom.
"Ha! How dare you say that, bitch! It’s rare I ask you to come to a private room for a round! The ladies of Agares are so well-defended, that’s why they're so annoying! Honestly, no man stays a virgin forever! You devils’ followers are all virgins and no match at all! So, I kindly asked if you wanted an opening ceremony!"
The man shouting was covered in strange tattoos, his green hair standing up, almost half-naked, with his body adorned in more tattoos and decorative pants. He spoke in a mocking, provocative tone.
After hearing this, Asia tightened her grip on Blake’s sleeve with a hint of fear. Lia, Irina, and Xenovia all showed disgust.
Blake’s expression hardened. His eyes became cold as he frowned.
"I say, can you be quiet? It’s too noisy."
Just as Sairaorg was about to step in, Blake stepped forward indifferently, his voice icy.
At Blake’s words, both sides stopped and turned to look at him. Agares, the woman, didn’t speak but gave Blake a curious look. After all, devils were drawn to the strong, and Blake’s strength, identity, and appearance all surpassed the norm. Her reaction was not surprising.
"Ha, who do you think you are, just..."
The arrogant devil sneered, but before he could finish, Blake vanished like a shadow, his leg sweeping through the air in a brutal whip kick that landed squarely in his stomach. The impact sent the devil flying into the wall, knocking him unconscious.
The only person who saw Blake’s movement clearly was probably Sairaorg, an exceptional being.
"As expected of Blake, he really gets me excited to fight!" Sairaorg’s purple pupils sparked with fire as he stared at Blake with a fervent fighting spirit. For him, Blake was even more thrilling than fighting the Satans themselves.
"What?!!"
The rest of the devils reacted in shock, unable to process what had just happened.
Rias and the others, however, wore a mix of helpless and amused expressions. Clearly, they knew why Blake had attacked. The other devils were horrified, though. How could the arrogant devil have been knocked out so easily without them even seeing Blake’s movements?
"Damn it, you dare to attack my master!"
The followers of the bad devil shouted in anger, their faces twisted with fear.
"With your strength, are you sure you want to attack me?" Blake asked coldly, his gaze sweeping over them indifferently. The moment he spoke, their courage evaporated, and they were completely frozen, unable to take any action.
The weak obey the strong, and facing someone of Blake's caliber, they were filled with nothing but fear.
Agares remained silent, her gaze now filled with awe as she stared at Blake.
