Diablo used one of his jet-black claws to clamp Ze'Chion's blade-hand and the other to block the Crimson Lotus in Benimaru's hand, yet he still did not forget to comment.
"You flatter me, Lord Diablo. It is all thanks to the excellent teachings of my two masters, as well as the favor of Lord Rimuru and Lord Emperor."
Ze'Chion calmly shook his head and spoke steadily.
"Compared to me, Lord Diablo's techniques truly are... unmatched."
Ze'Chion had also recognized Diablo's strength.
This move alone could be called a pinnacle of combat technique, and it was Diablo's most troublesome trait.
Ze'Chion knew about Diablo's identity. After all, as the shared disciple of Veldora and Ruotuo, Ze'Chion had the right to know nearly everything within the Demon Country Federation, aside from matters that were truly forbidden.
Moreover, Diablo was not the only Primordial Demon Ze'Chion had fought. Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera had all been defeated by Ze'Chion more than once.
But Diablo was different.
Though they were both Primordial Demons, Diablo was incomparably stronger than the Primordial Three Females.
Even Ze'Chion, who could easily defeat the Primordial Three Females, had not the slightest confidence of victory when facing Diablo.
Even though Ze'Chion belonged to the Insect Race and had a racial advantage over Diablo.
Despite holding such an enormous advantage, Ze'Chion still could not be absolutely certain of defeating Diablo.
Although Benimaru was also strong, after their brief exchange, Ze'Chion had realized that Benimaru was weaker than both Diablo and himself.
It might sound arrogant and disrespectful toward Lord Benimaru, but that was simply the truth.
Compared to an opponent like Diablo, Benimaru still fell short.
"Techniques? Lord Ze'Chion merely thinks too highly of me. My little tricks are still far too lacking when compared to Lord Rimuru's greatness."
"Only Lord Rimuru