All MILFs are Mine Chapter 311: Invincible Threads

Previously on All MILFs are Mine...

Leon activated his steel web armor and multiple enhancements as the duel with Merlin began, standing firm against a barrage of a thousand aura blades. He countered with a reflection spell, teleporting behind Merlin via flowbind breathing and blind spot to amplify the damage, forcing the demon to regenerate amid sprays of blood. Merlin then unleashed the forbidden Blood Hounds ritual, sacrificing two of his hearts for immense power and two-second future sight, valid for only three minutes before backlash. Enid explained the spell's desperate nature to the shocked observers, who briefly confronted her demonic identity until Dusk intervened protectively. Leon prepared his sword Nyxter with the enigmatic Blade of Artimes, drawing intrigued notice from Dreulis.

"Time to truly begin this battle..." Leon declared with a grin—and right then, an overwhelming surge of murderous intent burst forth from his form.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

"I WILL SLAUGHTER YOOOOOUUUUUUUUU!" Merlin bellowed while he disappeared from his spot and materialized directly before Leon, driving both blades straight at his eyes.

[Name: Loose Grip]

[Rank: D]

[Description: When activated, the foe's hold on their weapon will loosen on its own, offering a 75% chance to cause {Paralysis} lasting one second.]

[Cooldown: 10 seconds]

[Mana: 80 mana]

Moments later, the swords flew from Merlin's grasp and clattered against the floor.

*Tang—Tang*

"What in the— " Merlin's words cut off as his form locked up in the air.

'This can't be... How could a simple human wield paralysis strong enough to halt me? And why did my swords escape my control?' Merlin pondered—just as Leon's weapon sliced in from the side at maximum velocity.

"Perish." Leon uttered with a grin while swinging his sword full force at Merlin's throat.

"Brother... DEPLOY IT! HIS WEAPON CARRIES A REGENERATION-IGNORING ENCHANTMENT." Regoris yelled from the rear, his face etched with concern and eyes bulging wide.

'I hadn't planned to unleash it so early in the clash, but things have reached this point.' Merlin reflected gravely, shutting his eyes.

*SWIIIIISSHHHHHHH*

*Tang*

A mysterious power swiftly enveloped Merlin's figure, creating a barrier that easily repelled Leon's incoming blade.

'What the hell—!?' Leon's mind raced as his eyes bulged in astonishment.

*Thud*

"You're finished," Merlin stated icily upon hitting the earth, swiftly grabbing his dual swords again.

Merlin twirled the blades in his palms before clenching their hilts firmly.

*SWISH*

He wasted no time, lunging them upward toward Leon's chest from underneath.

Leon triggered the ability and faded away once more—emerging directly at Merlin's back.

"Not so fast this time..." Merlin grumbled while whipping around with utmost swiftness, his swords slashing through the very atmosphere.

'Those strikes are approaching from the rear. I detect them, yet evasion seems impossible... My feet aren't planted. Any shift in the air will cost me an arm.

"Such a strike... It's far from simple to evade." Adwin commented with a grave look.

'If matters have escalated here... I'll forfeit my left arm and mend it later using pain relief, given that I—'

Leon's reflection halted as an unseen force coiled around his whole frame.

*Swish*

'How can this happen? Reacting so quickly while airborne? Just what level of power does this adversary possess?' Merlin wondered, observing Leon's body twist a complete 180 degrees suspended in the air.

"Did he really pivot his form mid-flight without any spell?" Ruben questioned, utterly amazed.

"Whoa... how on earth did Master pull that off?" Dusk whispered, his gaze fixed wide on Leon.

*Step*

As soon as Leon's soles met the soil, he realized Merlin had shifted from his previous location.

24 minutes earlier...

"Master... Merlin shows no mercy. He'll go to any lengths to end you—even offering his own life if needed.

He'll unleash his Demon Art: Absolute Aura Field. That's certain. When it activates, no one can reach him for a full ten minutes. Yet once that duration passes... he'll be utterly drained," Enid described in a steady voice.

"So, I evade his assaults for ten minutes, then finish him off," Leon responded evenly.

"It's more complicated than that, Master. In that span, Merlin will discard every piece of himself to take you down.

Let me put it this way... He welcomes demise—but submission is unthinkable. He'll give up all just to demonstrate his superiority," Enid warned earnestly.

"Fine then... time for him to embrace the end," Leon remarked with a grin.

Back to the present...

"DIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Merlin howled while dropping from the rear, his blades plummeting downward from overhead.

"He won't avoid that... I must intervene." Adwin declared, terror flickering in his expanded eyes as he began striding toward Leon.

"Oh, he certainly will," Dreulis countered with a light laugh.

'He's actually chuckling?' Gris pondered in shock, glancing back at Leon.

*Swish*

In a fluid shift, Leon's whole body slid to the right effortlessly.

No leg movement occurred.

Not a single appendage stirred.

It resembled being tugged aside by some hidden pull.

THUD

Merlin's swords hammered into the dirt, and a broad grin lit up Leon's features.

'These mana threads... They're shielding me thanks to the <Sixth Sense> ability. Whenever he lunges and my instincts warn of unavoidable danger, the threads respond automatically, repositioning my form. With that in mind...' Leon mused while gradually shutting his eyelids.

Spotting this, Merlin's eyes turned crimson with fury. White froth dripped from his lips as anger overtook him.

"HOW DARE YOU MOCK MEEEEEEE!!!!! " Merlin thundered, veins throbbing all over his frame.

"You're far too straightforward to battle— are you truly a demon?" Leon provoked serenely, his smile unwavering.

Merlin promptly pressed his palms together, forming a hand sign resembling a droplet.

The instant the move activated, dark flames cloaked his legs.

"Death’s Walk... among the elite movement techniques for demons—utterly noiseless and enhancing velocity as well." Enid murmured darkly.

"Why would Master shut his eyes during such an intense confrontation?" Dusk wondered, looking to Rees.

"I—I have no idea... I truly can't grasp sir Leon's fighting style," Rees confessed.

Swish

Merlin dissolved into a shadowy blur and rematerialized right at Leon's rear. Rather than slashing at once, he positioned his swords at an angle and barreled ahead with peak momentum.

Leon remained utterly motionless—attuning his senses.

Abruptly, unseen mana threads yanked his torso backward while shoving his lower half ahead.

'With these mana threads guarding me... I'm nearly untouchable in a solo confrontation.' Leon reflected, his grin broadening.

SWISH—SWISH—SWISH—SWISH—SWISH—SWISH—SWISH—SWISH

Regardless of Merlin's assault method—be it angle, pace, or trajectory—the mana threads contorted Leon's frame precisely enough to spare him each and every strike.