People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 139 Texas

Hell is always red.

Vast expanses of lava envelop the scorched earth, occasionally spewing out columns of lava, with demons moving back and forth within it.

A cross-shaped blade of light suddenly appeared, then abruptly opened.

Two figures walked out, one after the other.

As soon as Suren stepped into hell, a pungent, hot smell of sulfur hit his nostrils.

"Cough cough cough—"

He was momentarily unable to adapt to this extreme environment and couldn't help but cough a few times.

Not only that.

He could also sense an invisible malice lurking around him.

These malicious forces kept trying to penetrate his body, but were blocked by the omnipresent magic.

Once an ordinary person enters hell, the first danger they face is the omnipresent spirits of the dead.

Virgil stood a short distance away, knife in hand, and frowned slightly as he looked at Suren's appearance: "Weak."

Suren did not refute, but simply exhaled a few breaths, her lungs gradually adapting to the burning sensation.

"It's inevitable to experience some discomfort due to the change in environment since it's my first time here."

He looked up at Virgil.

Just now, Suren and Patty returned to the office.

Virgil then challenged him to a fight.

Suren naturally did not refuse this opportunity.

He also wanted to know how far behind these people were in terms of his current strength.

"Let me see your current power."

Virgil stood there casually, holding the Yamato sword, showing no intention of making a move.

Without uttering a word, Suren's eyes were instantly filled with purple light.

"boom!"

A surge of immense magical power erupted from his body, covering his entire body in dark bio-armor, and his long, silvery-white hair grew in the air currents.

Virgil's gaze swept over him, and he nodded slightly.

"It's starting to look somewhat like it."

With a thought, Suren summoned the [Asura Blade] into his hand.

He bent his knees slightly, lowered his body, and assumed a drawing stance.

Virgil looked at the weapon in Suren's hand: "Oh? A toy that woman gave you?"

Suren ignored his words.

He focused all his attention on the knife in his hand.

With the frenzied infusion of demonic power within his body, the red patterns on the [Shura Blade] seemed to come alive.

A bloodthirsty urge surged through Suren's body, causing his blood to gradually boil.

His eyes were gradually covered with a layer of blood again.

In terms of speed, he certainly couldn't match Virgil.

All he had to do was compress all his power into this one strike and see if he could force Virgil back even half a step.

However, the skills of the Yama Blade cannot be used in front of its owner, otherwise there would be no way to explain its origin.

Then we can only use the Shura Blade's built-in skill, [Iaijutsu: Vacuum Wave]!

Suren silently thought to himself that this was the only skill he had learned that could be charged up.

Just as he compressed his magic to its limit, preparing to draw his sword and unleash a slash—

Virgil's figure suddenly disappeared before his eyes.

"What?!"

Suren was startled.

Just as he was about to assume a defensive stance, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen.

"Bang!"

He was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the pile of rocks.

Suren felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from inside his mask.

"Too slow."

Virgil remained in the extended leg position, looking at Suren with a cold expression.

"The real enemy is not the target."

He flicked it lightly with his left thumb.

"Clang—"

'

The Yamato revealed a sliver of its edge, its eerie blue light reflecting off Virgil's cold face.

"Stand up and let me see the power of your Spartan bloodline within you."

After half an hour.

In a dead-end alley in Los Santos, the glint of a cross-shaped blade flashes once more.

Suren clutched her chest, coughing up blood as she staggered out.

His clothes had been reduced to strips of cloth.

Thanks to the powerful regenerative abilities of the Spartan bloodline, all the wounds and bruises on his body had completely healed in a short time.

Virgil followed him out of the alley.

He didn't even glance at Suren before his figure blurred and he vanished instantly.

Suren leaned against the wall, panting heavily, recalling the battle that had just taken place.

Except at the beginning, he was able to barely exchange a few blows with Virgil by using his Devil Trigger form.

At that time, he actually gained some confidence.

Could it be that I really am a genius?

As a result, in the end, it was almost a one-sided beating.

He didn't even have a chance to draw his sword and fight back.

Virgil's teleportation was incredibly fast.

That speed, which transcended space, was impossible for him to detect.

The other party probably wasn't serious; they were just teasing me with the hilt of their sword and some hand techniques.

In this encounter, I was purely his human punching bag.

"The difference in strength is too great; the gap is completely imperceptible."

Suren spat out the blood from her mouth and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

However, he didn't lose out by getting that beating.

Suren brought up the system panel.

[Demon Bloodline Awakening Level: 25%]

After being beaten for just half an hour, his bloodline awakening level increased by a full 3%!

Unfortunately, opportunities to have Virgil as a sparring partner are extremely rare.

If this happened a few more times, Virgil would probably feel that it was a waste of his time and just kill himself.

Suren shook her head, walked out of the alley, and bought a new set of casual clothes at a roadside clothing store to change into.

One day later.

Texas, the sun blazes down.

As the most expansive region in the United States, it is rich in scorching sun and endless desolation.

Apart from a few major cities, the rest are remote farms and private residences that are impossible to find even with navigation.

And right there on this desert highway.

Suren stared at the pickup truck billowing black smoke and fell into deep thought.

"Since I'm not suited for vehicles, why should I stubbornly insist on driving?"

He kicked the pickup truck's flat tire and sighed.

He rented the car from Los Santos and originally planned to drive it all the way to Maine.

Los Santos is not far from Maine; it can be reached by crossing the Texas border.

Most importantly, he didn't believe in superstitions; he thought that the damage to past vehicles was caused by environmental factors and luck.

But who knew that not long after he drove the pickup truck into Texas, the radiator burst.

"There's not a soul in sight in this desolate wilderness, and there's no cell phone signal at all."

Suren glanced down at his phone, wondering whether he should transform into a demon and fly to the next town.

Just then, a burst of cheerful rock music came from the other end of the road.

A green Ford van came into view, heading towards Suren.

The car slowly came to a stop in front of Suren.

In the passenger seat, a girl with a full head of blonde hair and a sweet smile leaned out.

"Hey buddy, car broken down?"

The blonde girl sized up the smoking pickup truck, then looked at Suren's handsome face with mixed-race features, especially his silver-white tousled hair that shimmered in the sunlight, and a hint of amazement flashed in her eyes.

"Do you need any help?"