If my guess is correct, his right eye will probably be able to catch a glimpse of a fragment of his future.
"Eye of wisdom."
I muttered very quietly.
"He's just a swindler who believes in the likes of Dantalion."
"What are you muttering to yourself? Are you out of your mind from fear?"
"Pfft. That power seems to be yours, right? There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. All power comes with a price."
Sadin's eyes trembled slightly for a moment, but soon regained their composure, and a sneer appeared.
"Are you wagging your tongue because you're in danger? Don't worry. I'll harass you relentlessly until you beg for your life."
I could understand how arrogant he could be.
I guessed he didn't think anything would change even if I noticed the true nature of his power.
Even if I told others that he was actually a contractor for the Demon God and that he was offering human lives in return, no one would believe me.
Rather, I would be accused of being a heretic.
He was so confident because he knew full well that he would never fall as long as he had the huge support of the Duke of Rundel.
"You'll regret saying that."
But unfortunately for him, his opponent was not a good match.
This is why Asmodeus is called the Demon God who is not bound by hierarchy, and the basis for her confidence that once allowed her to challenge the King of Hell.
This is because of one of her powers, the "Boundary of Nothingness."
A cheat-level power that turns all magical energy within the declared area into nothing — a contradictory miracle that is only possible because she was originally a Seraph of the Abyss.
The ultimate demon-exorcising technique that is most effective when dealing with demons.
Ironically, her very existence as a Demon God was the counter to all Demon Gods.
Keep in mind that the time you can maintain your current level is only five minutes.
That's enough.
I muttered softly,
"Declaration of territory."
I felt a tremendous sense of exhaustion, along with a burning pain in my forehead.
I endured the pain and maximized my senses. Everything felt vivid.
This entire stadium had finally become my territory.
'Is this the power of Asmodeus?… I feel like I've become a god.'
At that moment, as if sensing something strange, Sadin quickly closed the distance. The greatsword slashed through the air, rushing forward. His posture was flawless.
It was a truly shocking blow, but my reaction was even faster.
I turned to the right and extended my fist toward Sadin's side.
If it were the original him, he would have anticipated this and taken the next action…
"――!"
Urgh—!
His body was pushed away with the sound of his ribs breaking.
I smirked as I looked at Sadin, who was staring at me with a distorted face, as if he was in considerable pain.
This time, it was my turn. I flew out like a shell and kicked him in the head.
Sadin turned his head in a hurry and barely managed to avoid it, but it was a false invitation from the start.
What I was aiming for from the beginning was the second blow that would follow.
Using the rotational force of the first blow, I extended my hind leg naturally, like flowing water.
Unable to see the future any longer, he flew across the stadium floor without even reacting.
Sadin, who had struggled to get up, vomited dark red blood. Judging from the way his right arm was dangling, it seemed to be broken.
Sadin glared at me as if he was going to kill me, his face a mixture of confusion and anger.
"Yes, you… What on earth have you done…?"
I raised the corners of my lips and muttered softly,
"Isn't that what happens when you can't see even an inch ahead of you?"
***
Sadin Rundel.
Born as the youngest son of the most powerful dukedom in the empire, he lived his entire life without envy.
With just one word, he could have whatever he wanted.
A noble being from birth.
That was who he was.
A beautiful appearance like a painting, genius talent, and an innate bloodline.
His sister was the commander of the Imperial Knights, and his father was the strongest swordsman representing the empire.
He himself had no doubt that he would become a Sword Master like his father, whom he greatly admired.
—No.
He was proud that he would surpass his father and become the strongest Sword Master not just in the empire, but on the entire continent.
Because he was that great of a person.
But something was strange. As time went on, his growth rate slowed noticeably.
'Why? You said I had the greatest talent. You said I had the greatest talent in the history of the empire. My father is the greatest Sword Master in the empire.'
He kept repeating this to himself, believing in himself, and continuing to practice.
Then one day, he saw a boy named Frey Caligo.
He was the son of a minor count, someone often mentioned alongside him whenever their families were compared.
He always felt uncomfortable being mentioned together with such lowly people — those with a short history and no possessions.
Deep down, he thought his father was stronger than the other man, even though they were both Sword Masters.
However, he couldn't understand why his father always avoided confrontation with Halton Caligo.
That was why he believed that, as a son, he should fulfill that duty.
I have to educate those trash who run wild without even knowing their place.
When he was twelve years old, Sadin Rundel challenged Frey Caligo to a duel — and he lost.
It was an absolute and overwhelming defeat.
At that time, Sadin was twelve years old, and Frey was ten.
"It was a good fight, Sadin."
As he looked at Frey smiling brightly and extending his hand, Sadin felt an indescribable sense of helplessness and shame.
Shockingly, his sword never touched Frey even once.
Fortunately, it was a casual match and not a formal one, so no one was watching.
In other words, this was something that no one but the two of them knew about.
However, this was only the belief of the participants — the heads of both families already knew the results of the duel.
He felt like there was a wall of talent between them.
It was as if there was an untouchable barrier.
If he were a pebble, Frey would be a mountain.