"Hmm… That was strong."
The High-Rank Demon muttered as he slowly stood up, rolling his shoulders.
A deep, dark imprint marred his cheek—a lingering trace of Ramiel's devastating punch.
"Hmm...?"
He tilted his head, touching his face.
A faint tingling sensation lingered where the impact landed. Tiny crackles of residual electricity flickered on his skin before fading away.
And feeling that—
The demon smiled.
Excitement flickered in his crimson eyes.
And then, looking up at the arena—
"..."
He saw them.
Ramiel. Sariel. Charles.
The three professors stood at the edge of the platform, their auras flaring with overwhelming strength.
A suffocating force radiated from them, making the air feel heavy.
And sensing that—
"Hah…"
The demon smirked, his blood racing with anticipation.
Though, at that very moment—
FWOOOOOSH—!!!
