As Marcus slowly walked towards the Demon God, his muscles tense with determination, a fierce fire ignited in his eyes. Without warning, he lunged forward, unleashing a flurry of lightning-fast strikes. His movements were a dance of precision and power, each blow aimed with unwavering focus.
The Demon God, taken aback by Marcus's audacity, barely had time to react. He parried the onslaught with a flick of his wrist, his crimson eyes narrowing with a mix of surprise and amusement. "Impressive," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "But your efforts are futile, human."