His words were met with silence. The arrogance in his tone only made the demon heirs more convinced of his power.
Who else but someone with the strength to back it up would be so arrogant?
Though they probably didn't know about Damon's arrogance, he was arrogant regardless of the situation—it was in his blood.
Was it pride or vanity?
Damon would say he prided himself on having no pride.
Bakemon shook his head and walked forward.
"I alone would fight."
Damon nodded, his gaze fixed on the silver-haired demon before him. His attribute was strong, but Damon had no intention of letting him use it, or anything else in his arsenal.
He would dominate the demon's mind and subjugate him.
There was always the possibility that Bakemon might use a magical artifact capable of resisting Demon Dominate's control, but that didn't matter much to Damon. If he did, Damon would still crush him the good old-fashioned way, with his fists.
