Death Duel (8)
Daemon was standing still with not even an ounce of his blood on the floor. He endured that punch of Rickey and took it head-on. Nor did it seem like it hurt or nobody could spot even a bruise on him. Daemon stood grinning, watching the baffled faces of everyone.

They all expected the battle to end with that clash, but Daemon somehow survived that supposed final strike of Rickey. Fred and Rickey frowned with wide eyes, while Tejasv let out a sigh of relief and smirked. His faith stood tall before his foes.

"How the hell did he survive the strike that would even thrash boulders to bits and mash them into sand? Is that his skill? No, he must have something as a weapon or armor. Maybe it's something I don't even know." Fred thought inwardly.

While Rickey had some thoughts of his own, one should assume he had his head blanched with that outrageous battle. He swallowed and backed off from Daemon. He tried to clear his jumbled head, "W-what happened? Why is he still alive after that? I could
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