Battling Against Impossible Odds!

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Mark immediately charged forwards. He stretched his flame-covered wings and flapped them rapidly, suddenly reaching the Demon King in an instant. His fists falling over the monster like blazing meteors, each fist was enormously big, as his whole size easily surpassed a hundred meters.

BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!

His fists mostly hit the ground, as the Demon King evaded his blows by moving his body like a slime. He laughed while evading him, while Mark seemed to be confident despite having missed, even when dozens of Miasmic Tentacle Spirits were wrapping around his body at the same time.

"Gahahahah! You're too slow! You're just some burning wood, what can you do to me- UNGH?!"

As Mark was being enveloped in his attacks, the Demon King suddenly realized something, each of Mark's fists wasn't without a trick. They imbued into the ground red-colored magic circles filled with runes I had never seen before…