"Is this art really that powerful?" Kevin asked, his voice tinged with skepticism.
"Of course," Old Devil Dave replied, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Kevin raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Then why have I practiced it for so long and haven't even reached the first level? My soul is a little stronger than others at the same level, but aside from that, this Great Demonic Art hasn't given me any other benefits."
Old Devil Dave chuckled softly, a sound that seemed to resonate deep within Kevin's mind. "Hehe, isn't the biggest benefit of this art that it prevents me from wiping out your soul?"
Kevin couldn't help but snort at that response, his eyes narrowing slightly. The old devil's words only made him more cautious and wary. The demon was clearly trying to manipulate him, and Kevin wasn't about to fall for it.
