My friends look on in sympathy as I struggle to come to terms with the revelation. 666:Satan grins, clearly enjoying the fact that he's got me shook.

"You really thought you were standing a chance against me?" he asks, his voice filled with derision. "I could've ended this encounter a dozen times already if I wanted to. I was just playing with you, like a cat plays with a mouse."

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" I scream.

666:Satan lets out a cold, mocking laugh at my despair. my friends exchange worried glances, sensing the hopelessness of the situation.

"Face it, kiddo," 666:Satan sneers. "You never stood a chance against me. You're weak, pathetic. No match for the king of tricks and creation himself."

"I'm sorry, but I was copying your abilities this whole time." I suddenly say.

666:Satan looks stunned for a moment, clearly taken aback by my revelation. He looks at me with a mixture of shock and irritation.

"You...what?!" he sputters, his smugness replaced with disbelief. "You were copying my abilities? This whole time?"

"Every time I punch someone, I copy their abilities. I wasn't trying to win." I say.

666:Satan's expression morphs from disbelief to annoyance as he processes my words. He shoots me a glare, his irritation evident.

"You little brat," he mutters, his voice filled with irritation. "You were just copying my abilities? You weren't even trying to beat me?"