Not A Sickly Cat! But a Tiger!

The moment Asmodeus finished speaking, the cat-man dashed forward. His steps caused slight tremors in the ground while his spear twirled and thrust forward at Asmodeus. The tip almost penetrated his throat in the blink of an eye. 

'What?!'

'Damn... he just had to be an agility type...'

CLANG—!

A flicker of steel and a loud clash echoed.

The power of both men caused the ground to crack, a small crater forming beneath their feet. Asmodeus used his left fist to throw a punch at the cat's face.

"Bastard, don't move around!"

Baku twirled in a circle, avoiding his fist, before sweeping at Asmodeus, trying to trip him. The demon king growled, letting several mana barriers form, blocking the spear with a loud smash.

A sound like glass shattering.

Despite his seven layers of shields, the tiger's blow still partially broke through, and in retaliation, Asmodeus chopped at the tiger with his axe.

"Tsk... young one, why are you so crafty!"