Mask of the Savage.
"I am ready," Mark said, taking a stance, growing into his zone. "Let's begin round two!"
To him, his Physique felt stronger, his Mindpower felt purer, and his demonic tricks felt more potent. He was a Pinnacle Middle Demon but at this moment, he was a bit beyond that.
He was suddenly as strong as a Tier 3 Low-level lifeform in body, mind, and soul. Of course, that was only due to the mask appearing on his body.
The Armor squinted, then said, "My inferior copy. Indeed, it is such great beauty." Its many eyes widened. "But do you think becoming the same Tier bridges the gap between us?"
Mark smiled, his figure emanating an aura that was the epitome of an elite, super successful youth. One who was climbing fast like nobody else. But in front of the Armor, he felt like a child waving chopsticks at its elder.
"What I lack, I will fix today," he said. "By putting my life on the line."
