Tensura: The Abyss Demon

Chapter 70

Clayman was panting for breath as he glared at Shion, a loathsome look on his face. Shion had all but made him admit to her strength.
Despite having unleashed his full power, even going as far as morphing into his combat form; possessing two extra pairs of arms which grew from his uncovered back—long, think and protected by a black exoskeleton, he still found it hard to take down Shion.

It might have looked like they were equals in strength, but Shion was superior.

"Is that all you have?" Shion mocked "You are far too weak to call yourself a Demon lord."

"You....how dare you? You'll pay for that. Go, Marionette dance!"

Clayman unleashed five puppets, each transforming into a magic born that lunged at Shion.

Undeterred, Shion mowed down all five with a single swipe. "Pathetic," she said, not a hint of fatigue on her face. "I guess you really aren't all that special."

Clayman mean while was visibly quivering, taken aback by that fact that the dolls showed no signs of getting up.

"Tch, I will admit that you are strong. Then I will add you to my collection.
Take this! Demon marione...!"

Tired of Clayman's antics, Shion leaped into the air, her odachi glowed brighter as she poured more of her fighting aura into it. In a blur of speed, she closed the gap between them, appearing right in front of Clayman’s massive form. She swung her blade with such force that the air around it howled, the strike aimed directly at his chest.

Clayman barely managed to block the attack with his armored forearm, but the sheer impact sent him skidding backward, leaving deep grooves in the ground, his forearm crushed.

The freakish power of Shion as a Dark oni, her busted unique skill [Master chef], and the tortu.......training she had undergone with Rimuru made her a walking calamity.

In other words, even in his true form, Clayman stood no chance.

Now Clayman crossed his two pairs of steel-like arms to block Shion's fists, but they too were smashed to ribbons. Her next punch landed squarely in the pit of his stomach.

Shion planted a follow-up kick on him, making him roll around on the ground in agony. His mask was cracked now, revealing bloodshot eyes.

"N....no....no......this can't be! How could......could I.....I, a demon lord!"
Clayman finally understood the difference in power.

As he lay broken on the ground gasping for air and trembling from the torment Shion had inflicted, he could barely comprehend how utterly powerless he was. His body though capable of regeneration was battered and mutilated beyond recognition. He hadn't even fought Rimuru, the Chaos creator himself, and yet he was utterly demolished.

Shion approached him, her violet eyes blazing with fury, her entire body radiating fighting aura. Her steps were deliberate, each one echoing with menace. She crouched down, her towering presence bearing down on Clayman like an immovable mountain.

Her voice low and venomous, cut through the silence.

"How dare you...." Shion seethed "How dare you oppose my beloved master, Rimuru-sama. How dare you harm my friends and our home. For all you've done, you deserve to die a thousand deaths, but that would be too kind."

Clayman's trembling increased as Shion's iron grip seized him by the neck, lifting him effortlessly into the air. Her rage was palpable, like a storm threatening to tear him apart.
"My master ordered me to make you suffer. And I'm going to enjoy every second of it— not just for Rimuru-sama, but for my own satisfaction......for everything you've done to us."