"DXD: Transfer Student"Chapter 237: Today, Arrogance Is the Point
Draconis Yi's voice rang out across the vast arena, clear and unapologetic.
Devils all around traded glances—some smirked, some leaned forward with new interest. In the Underworld, a little arrogance never hurt your reputation; if anything, it made things more entertaining. Suddenly, bored onlookers found themselves riveted.
Zephyrdor's face darkened. This wasn't just a fight between Peerage members—every exchange reflected on their masters. Draconis Yi's casual challenge was a slap in the face to Zephyrdor himself.
Hermes, Zephyrdor's Knight, twisted with rage. Her eyes burned with killing intent as she glared at Draconis Yi.
"Bastard! You think you can humiliate me? I'll kill you for my master!"
Her words were venomous. She blurred forward, magic surging, sword blazing with crimson energy as she aimed a lethal strike at his head.
Draconis Yi didn't flinch. He held the silver toothpick—snagged earlier at the banquet—between two fingers and flicked it, effortlessly deflecting the attack. No magic, no fuss; Hermes's thunderous blow met nothing but the toothpick's tip.
Hermes recoiled, stunned. Humiliation boiled inside her, and she lashed out, blade weaving a thousand shadowy arcs.
It didn't matter. Draconis Yi blocked every strike with a single hand, movements so swift his upper body barely moved. He even found time to speak, voice calm:
"I'm not trying to humiliate you. I just think this is all it takes to beat you."
Hermes's fury twisted into disbelief. She couldn't comprehend his power—he felt like an immovable mountain, utterly unaffected by her attacks.
The silent mockery was worse than defeat. Just moments ago, she'd looked down on this "low-class" devil; now, she was being crushed, not even graced with his full attention.
She snapped.
"Die! Die! DIE!"
Her screams echoed through the hall as she lost all semblance of composure, veins bulging, magic pushed to the brink.
Draconis Yi's black eyes reflected her transformation—ugliness born of desperation. He remained calm, unshaken.
Hermes's final, berserk slash tore through the air. Draconis Yi raised his right hand, toothpick gleaming. With a flick, it became a streak of silver light, piercing her heart faster than she could comprehend.
Hermes froze, suspended mid-attack. A silver line of magic lingered in the air, leaving the crowd speechless.
"Come on, it's just a toothpick through the heart. She won't die, right? Zephyrdor, your Knight's so useless, she can't even win when someone's holding back."
Mocking voices rippled through the crowd, stoking Zephyrdor's fury.
"Concede, or your Peerage will die," another devil sneered. "He's got her heart under control. Go ahead, let her keep fighting."
They weren't wrong. Draconis Yi's strike had injected a concentrated thread of magic into Hermes's heart—a detonator, not a residue. His Absolute Dominion talent meant no wasted energy; the silver line was a refined magical fuse, its other end wound around his finger.
One twitch, and her heart would explode.
Hermes froze, terror flooding her veins. She realized, in one move, Draconis Yi had seized her life.
But surrender meant Zephyrdor's wrath—punishment worse than death.
She staggered forward, torn between terror and duty.
Draconis Yi's expression didn't change. He twisted his hand, silver line tightening, sending a jolt of pain through Hermes's chest.
She looked at Zephyrdor, searching for support. His face was stone.
"...Ahhhh!!!"
Driven by despair, Hermes lunged at Draconis Yi, but he didn't move—nor did he detonate the magic.
"Enough," came a calm, commanding voice.
The pressure in the arena shifted. Sirzechs's presence descended, magic suppressing Hermes's frenzy with ease.
He turned to Zephyrdor, voice measured. "Your Peerage has lost. Will you really force her to keep fighting at the cost of her life?"
Zephyrdor's jaw clenched. "…She's lost, Lord Lucifer."
Draconis Yi released the silver thread, but his gaze was steady as he faced Zephyrdor.
"Don't just send your servants to die. If you've got the guts, come down here yourself. See if I won't cut you down."
His words, delivered in a tone almost serene, radiated pure arrogance. The crowd tensed, eyes wide.
"Damn, I like this kid's style…" one high-class devil muttered, slapping his thigh. Draconis Yi's bravado was contagious—suddenly, everyone wanted to be the one standing in his place.
Even Sirzechs couldn't help but grin. Today, Draconis Yi was on fire.
Zephyrdor's rage boiled over. He glared daggers at Draconis Yi. "You think you're strong? So you've got some tricks—but your magic's just high-class level. Don't think nobody sees through it."
Draconis Yi smiled, beckoning with a finger—pure provocation.
Normally, he'd never bother with this kind of showmanship. But today was different.
He carried Rias's reputation, and his own.
Did they really think he was easy prey?
He'd stepped onto this stage with a purpose. Today, he'd break every challenger in the young generation—once and for all.
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