Little Demon, Doom Is Here! (Continued)

Mo Wang shrugged indifferently. "Who told the rocks up there to be so thick?" His gaze swept over Vergil, who was ready for battle, and Arkham in his demon form, before finally landing on his older brother, his tone full of mockery:

"Bro, you're way too useless. You couldn't even beat a clown to it? You might as well quit the group."

Vergil's expression instantly became indescribably colorful. He wished he could cut Mo Wang down with a Judgment Cut right then and there.

And the one whose face was just as pale at that moment was our Arkham.

The moment Mo Wang appeared, Arkham's face turned deathly pale, and the hand gripping Force Edge trembled slightly.

He had seen with his own eyes how this silver-haired demon had mowed down the armies of the Demon World like weeds—but the pulse of demonic power coming from his palm gave him courage again.

"Don't get too cocky!" Arkham raised the demonic sword, and dark red energy coiled up it like blood vessels. "The power of Sparda is in my hands now. Even the sons of Sparda are no match for me!"

"Hey, now you've pissed me off!" Mo Wang cut him off outright, cracking his wrist as he stepped forward. "Believe it or not, I can beat you till you cry for your mommy with one hand."

The joints in his neck gave off crisp clicks, and Mo Wang stared at Arkham with an arrogant look on his face.

"Stand down." Yamato suddenly lay across Mo Wang's chest, and Vergil's ice-cold profile came into view. "This traitor is my prey."

Mo Wang slapped the blade aside. "Come on, bro. He just stole your home right from under your nose."

"I was careless."

"If you're bad, you're bad. Why make excuses?"

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