Herion clenched his fists. Maeur was the same assassin who had defeated him earlier.
"Watch closely," Darian said casually to them, then walked slowly toward the martial stage.
The entire planet was excited to see Darian fight again. Even in the VIP room, all the most powerful figures were sitting upright, their senses fully focused on him.
In front of Darian stood a Demon dressed in a black robe. His clothes were tight to the body, and the robe covered his face, leaving only his eyes and horns visible. He looked exactly the same as when Herion fought him.
"Darian, I don't mean to brag, but against you, I'll go all out. My techniques are absolute and made to kill with 100% efficiency. So your defeat will be the same as your death. You understand?" the demon said arrogantly. Even with his mouth covered, his voice was still perfectly clear.
