"Were you looking for me?"
Zarathos was still searching in bewilderment for the figure that had flashed past a moment ago.
The familiar voice suddenly rang out behind him. Not only that, but a hand had somehow landed on his shoulder, weighing it down.
Instantly, a chill gripped Zarathos's heart, and an indescribable fear rose within him. He stiffly turned his head, only to find Tony's face before him again, still wearing that polite smile.
Without hesitation, Zarathos instinctively threw a punch, unleashing his terrifying strength without holding anything back. All he wanted was to kill this guy with a single blow.
Faced with the sudden attack, Tony neither dodged nor backed away. He simply raised a hand and caught Zarathos's fist.
A dull impact sounded. Tony raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "Not bad. You've got some strength."
Although his voice was full of surprise, Zarathos could see the smile in his eyes. It was neither mocking nor smug, just utterly calm.
It was as though his attack meant nothing at all.
He tugged hard, trying to pull his fist out of Tony's hand. Once, twice, three times-his fist seemed welded to Tony's palm and wouldn't budge.
At that, Zarathos began to panic. "Who are you, sir? I don't believe I've ever offended you."
Since force wouldn't work, he could only try a softer approach.
Although Zarathos was one of Hell's ancient demons, he still knew the rules of survival well.
After all, a demon who didn't know when to back down would never reach such heights. He would have been killed long before he could grow that powerful. The same was true of every mighty being. The universe was simply too vast, and no one knew which corner might conceal an unparalleled powerhouse.
Tony was the exception,