The Strongest Player is a Demon Lord

New Trouble Brewing II

Elliot immediately swung his axed towards Lazaro. No second thoughts. No hesitation. Just pure rage, placed into one attack that hit nothing but air. Cutting through the wind as the sound of it tearing spread along with the blast that reached the edge of the hall.

“Woah, relax will you.” Lazaro said, reappearing at the other end of the room. Completely alive and without any signs of getting hurt from the attack Elliot released. “It’s not like I did it with any ill will or intention.”

“YOU!”

Elliot has no intention of listening to the lies of the bastard. His mind is already drained form the never-ending cycle of training. He is at his limit without any way to relieve his stress. And all of this pent-up stress of his finally found an outlet because, he finally snapped.

“Elliot, come on man, calm down will you?” Lazaro said.

“CALM DOWN?!?”

Elliot released a large amount of mana that spread across the room. Red and hot just like Samira’s but, more intended and directed. Placed into the w