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"Who are you calling weaklings?!"
Chris' voice echoed through the audience, as he rushed down, clashing against a werewolf-faced scaled demonic cultist, stopping him from eating a student as his blazing axe sliced through his arms!
SLAAASH!
"GRAAGH?!"
The demonic cultist screamed in agony, glaring at Chris in disbelief as his powerful Spiritual Aura flowed with immense, fiery flames.
"YOU…! DAMN BASTARD!"
The furious wolf-headed demonic cultist rushed towards Chris, regrowing his arms anew and then summoning his three Demonic Spirits, a black and red rose with thorny vines and eyes, a black demonic pencil, and what seemed to be black and red bowl with a demon face.
"Huh? Did you have a flower, a pencil, and a bowl spirits before? Damn! Even after selling your soul to hell your spirits still suck!" Chris laughed out loud, as he let the people escape while getting the demonic cultist's attention.
"SHUT UP! THEY ALWAYS SAID THAT! BUT NOW, LOOK WHAT THEY CAN DO!"
