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Chapter 124 Arrogant Demon

It stood motionless, its crimson aura crackling faintly around its massive frame. Watching. Waiting.

Arthur's sharp eyes narrowed. "Not going to make the first move? Fine."

He raised a hand, pointing toward Lupin, who was circling the demon's flank. "Lupin, use Howl of Fury!"

The wolf immediately obeyed.

Lupin's head shot up, his piercing eyes closing as his chest swelled. Then he let out a ferocious, bone-chilling howl.

The sound tore through the arena, reverberating off the stone walls like a shockwave. It wasn't just noise—it was a battle cry. Arthur felt the buff as the howl ended.

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The effect was immediate.

Arthur felt the surge first—a faint but noticeable increase in speed as if his movements had been fine-tuned.

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His dagger felt lighter in his hands.

The Goblin King gripped his oversized club with a growl, its swings becoming more fluid.

The demon's fiery eyes narrowed, but he remained standing.

Arthur smirked faintly, raising his voice. "Everyone, close in! Keep it surrounded. Don't give it an opening!"

Arthur's smirk deepened as he gave the command. "Everyone, close in! Keep it surrounded. Don't give it an opening!"

The demon stood still for a moment, its blazing eyes scanning the battlefield as if the situation bored it. Then, with a sharp sneer, it spoke, its voice dripping with disdain.

"Are you done?" It scoffed, its fiery aura flaring brighter. "Pathetic. I allowed you to prance around for one reason—to prove a truth you humans never accept."

The demon barely reacted in time. Its fiery eyes flicked upward as Hank struck, the hawk's claws raking a shallow almost invisible scratch into the jagged armor. Sparks flew, followed by the sickening sound of metal screeching.

"Insects!" it spat, its clawed hand swiping upward in a blur.

Hank flared his wings, twisting mid-air to avoid the counter. The demon's claws narrowly missed, cutting through empty space where the hawk had been moments earlier. Hank circled back, his sharp cry cutting through the air as he prepared for another pass.

Arthur's voice cut through the chaos. "Goblin King, left! Sunless, center!"

The Goblin King charged, its oversized club swinging in a brutal arc toward the demon's ribs. The demon turned, snarling, its molten veins pulsing brighter. It caught the club mid-swing, its clawed hand gripping the weapon with unnatural strength.

the demon hissed, twisting sharply. The Goblin King roared in frustration as the demon yanked the club aside, throwing it off balance.

Sunless didn't hesitate. The undead knight moved in, its blade slashing in a calculated strike aimed at the demon's exposed back.

The blade connected, biting deep into a crack they had created through accumulating attacks in the demon's armor. Black ichor sprayed, and the demon staggered forward, snarling in pain.

Arthur's eyes gleamed, as the opportunity appeared. "There it is. Now press it!"

Hank dove again, this time targeting the demon's face. His claws aimed for the glowing eyes, a blinding distraction.

'Master watch me! Claw Grab!' Hank thought with excitement.

The demon roared, jerking back. Its clawed hands shot up, deflecting Hank's attack, but not without cost. The hawk's talons grazed its cheek, leaving some gashes that oozed black ichor.

"You're trying my patience!" the demon bellowed. It lashed out wildly, its claws carving deep gouges into the ground as it swung at Sunless and the Goblin King.

Sunless sidestepped with eerie precision, its glowing eyes unflinching. The Goblin King wasn't as agile, catching a glancing blow to its chest. The impact sent the gobling king flying and hitting the invisible wall surrounding the arena.

Arthur's voice cut through the air again. "Hank, don't let up. Go for the exposed shoulder!"

The hawk dove once more, his speed relentless.

This time, the demon was ready. It twisted sharply, raising a clawed hand. "Enough of you, bird!"

This time, the demon was ready.

It twisted sharply, its blazing eyes locking onto the descending hawk. One clawed hand shot up, its movements unnaturally fast. "Enough of you, bird!" it snarled.

Hank banked hard to the left, but not quickly enough. The demon's claws raked across his wing, tearing feathers free and leaving faint streaks of blood. The hawk cried out, faltering mid-flight.

Before Hank could recover, the demon's other hand lashed out, its clawed fingers snapping closed around the hawk's body.

"Caught you," the demon hissed, a cruel smirk spreading across its jagged face. Its fiery eyes glinted with satisfaction as it tightened its grip.