"A devil god, you say?"
Karma said with a frown.
While it sounded ludicrous that he was calling himself the Devil God, he truly looked like one—the aura around him was oppressive and evil.
"Argh!"
Julian jumped to his feet, and gray smoke shot out from his back—it enveloped him like a coat—and his mouth twisted into a devilish grin.
"Flow State!"
"…"
Zachary looked silently at him and punched—the size of his fist was bigger than Julian's head—but the smoking young man dodged it with a casual sidestep.
"Metal Style, Blazing Bullet!"
Julian smashed his fist into Zachary's ribcage and pushed him back a step—only a single step—and he didn't even let out a single grunt of pain.
'Julian is now able to forcefully push himself into Flow State, but still, Zachary in his current state is too much for him!'
Karma thought with an ugly expression and joined the fight—he moved behind Zachary and plunged his spearhand into the back of Zachary's neck.
"Iron Style, Iron Lance!"
