"A god’s power?”

“Whew…”

Ye-Eun glared murderously at the duke and raised the weapons on her four pairs of hands. Then, without a word, she charged forward.

“Earth sure has many absurd talents!” the duke commented.

“Haa!”

After a short spirited shout, Ye-Eun’s twin daggers dug into the duke’s stomach. The duke spat out a mouthful of blue blood, which splattered onto her. She should have been able to dodge it, but she received it with a grin. While I was watching them with a shocked face, the duke laughed heartily while in pain.

“Can you not feel our energy overflowing in this area? How pitiful, you’ll follow after the Hero soon!” he boasted.

“Whew.”

The three pairs of arms formed from aura each used their weapons. One restrained the duke with black chains, one struck him with an iron mace, one sliced down with a greatsword, one stabbed with a trident, one crushed him with a shield, and one beat him with a staff.

“Lost your consciousness, I see.” The duke clicked his tongue and flew back while avoiding Ye-Eun’s follow-up attacks. Seeing his wounds slowly regenerate, Ye-Eun’s brows twitched.

He commented, “Indeed, it’s difficult to nullify a god’s power. But it looks like you only recently obtained that power. Don’t think you can defeat me, Greenhorn. Moreover…!”

When the duke snapped his finger, the blood that had been splattered on Ye-Eun’s body began to shine with an ominous light.

He grinned maliciously. “It’s probably best to cut down a talent before it can grow! His Highness Demon Lord is enough as the final candidate!”

“Kuaaaaaa!”...