A Demon Lord’S Obsession novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Final Blow

-Coliseum, arena-

The crowd fell silent, all the eyes of the countless spectators fled towards the Demon King.

Leon's eyes were much the same starring contently at him, with an unwavering sense pride.

He challenged the King, without even uttering a word.

The King's face, as well as his attitude, seemed to grow dissatisfied with Leon's action.

The other lords seemed dissatisfied by his action as well.

Their faces grew sour and malice grew amongst them.

"Your Highness, you can't allow this."

"Demon lord Haldron is correct, your highness, no one should challenge for the throne."

"The Val Family is the only one competent enough to rule, why do you think no one challenged your father or grandfather..."

He lifted his hand slightly, the lords watching him fell silent.

"It was going to come one day or another, having a challenge and conquering it will only prove your words."

He stood up from his large, kingly throne, up on top of the balcony.

Looked off the railing at Leon, with a smirk.

He took up his sword, grasping the scabbard.

He opened it, checking the sharpness and glanced at his reflection.

His face was fully visible in the mirror-like ****** blade.

"If I were to lose, it would mean I'm incompetent, if I were to refuse then I would have no honor."

He walked out the door to the covered balcony, went down the stairs leading to the arena.

The crowd cheered as he stepped foot on the ground.

Leon knew that this fight wasn't one he could win unarmed.

Though the demon king hasn't been challenged, he still was known for his strength.

Leon walked over towards the weapon area.

He had a wide selection of weapons, knives, swords, hammers.

A multitude of weaponry ready for slaughtering opponents.

He chose the sword, one like what the demon king had in his hands.

A thin, yet sharp blade, one that could slice easily and could be handled much the same.

He also looked at his reflection. He stared intently at the reflection of his eyes.

He then moved his body toward the opponent waiting at the center of the arena.

A light veil of red covered his body, his sword embellished with it as well.