Power Of A Demon rank Beast

"However, I am just a new demon-rank beast. I want to test my capabilities and limits just like you." The beast says again as it gets up from the ground and slowly begins to walk towards Zamira.

Zamira on the other hand has a stupefied expression on her face. She is quite angry and puzzled at the same time because there is no record of a demon-rank beast being as intelligent as the one in front of her. Even the one she had fought in the past hadn't even been fifty percent as smart as the one in front of her right now. 

"I hope you put up a good fight." Zamira replies as she further tightens her grip on the hilt of her sword, ready to unleash one of her most powerful attacks.

"Sure, I hope you entertain me a lot. If you lose, you'll die. If you win, you'll get my crystal. This is a death match. But I don't think you have any chance of winning." The beast says confidently as its right-hand begins to transform into a large, long-bladed sword.

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