The Steel Monk's fists were devoid of mercy.

Bam! Bam!

Nazaran's fists would pop the Evil God Worshippers' heads, or pierce holes through the demons' bodies.

However, Nazaran didn't have time to admire his work. 

'More. I have to kill more!'

There was only one thought in his mind. 'I'm going to do better than Saru!'

"That's right. You're better than Saru." A sweet voice whispered in his ear. However, Nazaran didn't notice it. 

He just kept punching again and again.

Unlike Nazaran, Saru looked around and focused on helping and/or saving his brothers and sisters. He didn't even think about how much he was contributing. Saru saw a priestess about to be eaten by a four-armed demon with a giant mouth. 

"You bastard!" Saru leapt into the air and extended his leg.

Flaming Kick!

White flames wrapped around his right foot. It was a sacred flame, one meant to burn away all evil.

Bam!

Roar!

Saru's foot struck the demon's head!

The white flame instantly devoured the demon.

Kuhaahk!

The demon screamed in pain, and tried grabbing Saru with its four arms.

However, it couldn't catch Saru, who was...