Silence, complete and utter silence. The sound of a fist cracking across the demon king's cheek echoed throughout the land as a smirk became plastered on Milo's face.
He leapt away, shaking out his hand and letting out an annoyed grunt.
"What the hell are you made of? I hit you once and my fist feels like it's shattered", Milo said, watching the demon king slowly look his way.
However, rather than what Milo had expected, the demon king shone a smile.
"Well done, all it took was 2 and a half weeks for you to manage to land a relatively clean hit on me. I must say, your progress at mana control has come on leaps and bounds", the demon king said, bouncing on the tips of his toes and swinging his arms out.
"Now then", the demon king said, the mana in the air pulling into him as he dashed forward, "Shall we get a little more serious".
"You're welcome to try", Milo replied, slipping beneath his blow and appearing behind the demon king.
