Dark Duelist Summons His Own Fist, Taking an Attack Stance!

Not far away.

The Demon named Uilaggs watched as his colleague died on the spot.

The terror in his heart immediately made his legs go weak.

Not long ago,

he had still been angry that the other had stolen his chance to shine.

Now, looking at that stiff corpse, he felt nothing but immense relief.

Had it been even a moment later, he would have been the one lying dead.

For a time,

he was immensely grateful for the other's self-sacrificing act of taking the fall for him.

I'll remember you...

Come to think of it, what was your name again...?

As for Wilmot, their boss, the fury in his heart was so great it was nearly overflowing.

Or rather, it had already overflowed from his body, forming something like a suit of flame armor over his surface.

Amid the high temperature radiating from the blazing flames covering his body,

the temperature throughout the entire hall began soaring wildly.

Before long, many objects originally forged from lava began to melt slowly, like candy left beneath the scorching sun.

Yet as the source of that raging fire, Wilmot's gaze held a trace of indecision, as though he were hesitating over whether to make a move.

The reason for this was Orsaga's casual strike just now.

It had left him somewhat uncertain.

Even with his strength, he had not clearly seen Orsaga's attack...

That directly showed that the other's power had exceeded his expectations.

Wilmot could not help but ponder whether he should really fight Orsaga...

The potential gains were considerable, but the outcome was truly hard to predict. One careless move, and he might capsize right there on the spot...

But asking him to acknowledge the other's status and strength was equally difficult.

Such an act would be no different