Derekh Malone felt a pang of sharp pain right where he got kicked. His body shot backward and rolled over the ground. However, he quickly found his balance and stood his ground. The same for Duran Malone.
Derekh Malone looked down at his belly and found his armor dent in the shape of a human's foot. A deeper frown formed on his forehead, not expecting the Grade A armor would dent with one kick, "Be careful, don't underestimate him. He is stronger than I thought,"
There was no need for Derekh Malone to remind him, Duran was aware that the man was not normal from the first exchange. However, his eyes moved to the other individuals, scanning the group one by one. The scout was not lying when there were two demons within the group, "Don't forget, our target is the demon. From their aura, they are around Epic Rank… We need to tire them with the knights if we want to kill them…"