In all seriousness, the middle-aged demonic man's strength was more or less the same as Ye Chen's. The reason for such an outcome didn't lay in strength but intellect.
The middle-aged demonic man lost more than half of his intellect after complete transformation and was single-mindedly focused on killing Ye Chen with complete disregard for his own life and death. A valiant and fearless style was indeed quite good, but one couldn't blindly disregard death; that was simply asking for it.
After identifying the opponent's weakness, Ye Chen merely forcefully traded one punch for a killing blow at the critical point of the battle. It was this simple.
"Intellect is something that a higher living creature can't do without." Ye Chen shook his head.
Of course, Ye Chen was not mocking the middle-aged demonic man, because he was even less of an opponent to Ye Chen before the demonic transformation.
"He's dead!"
