Defeating the Fourth Demon King Barehanded!

Ragnarok had no idea what Yoru Machi was talking about. He tightened his grip, intending to crush Yoru Machi, whom he held in his hand, into pulp.

Compared to humans, demonkin possessed unquestionably formidable physical prowess, not to mention Ragnarok, a Demon King.

When ordinary humans fought demonkin, they generally relied on technique or magic. Trying to engage a demonkin in hand-to-hand combat was simply courting death.

Ragnarok had initially believed he could easily crush the ant in his hand, but he soon discovered that his steadily closing claws were meeting immense resistance!

"Lord Demon King, are you still not planning to show your true strength? If that is the case, then I will not hold back either."

Held in Ragnarok's hand, Yoru Machi stubbornly believed that the so-called Fourth Demon King should not have been this weak.

The only reason his opponent had not revealed a second form yet was surely because he had not been pushed into a corner.

"Roar—!"

As Ragnarok let out a miserable howl, the Demon King quickly realized that not only had he failed to crush the ant in his hand, but his claws had been forcibly pried apart and broken by that very ant!

Even more absurdly, after breaking free from Ragnarok's palm, Yoru Machi flashed to the back of Ragnarok's head and drove a savage punch straight into it.

"Boom—!"

Struck without warning, Ragnarok's massive body plummeted toward the earth like a giant meteor, dragging powerful currents of air behind it. He not only smashed a crater several kilometers wide into the ground, but also sent sand and dirt flying several meters into the air.

Everyone in the royal capital who witnessed this, whether they were Diabolos Cult grunts or Shadow Garden girls, was utterly dumbfounded.

There was an absolute gap in