"Shit, shit, shit!" Noa exclaimed. 'How the hell is he still standing?'
The man seemed in a really bad condition, life slipping through his every breath.
Yet he was still alive, his lance moving on its own.
Arthur was just as conflicted, especially when he saw how dead Noa rose from the ground as if nothing had happened.
Still, there was no time for questions.
The only thing that mattered was ending the battle, and after exchanging wary looks, Noa put the last remaining point into the strength attribute.
[ Your Strength Attribute is 50 ]
[ You have reached Evolved limits ]
[ Going beyond is impossible ]
[ Please become a Returne before trying again ]
With his muscles stretching to the limit, he cleanly sliced the soft air, aiming directly at the man's still-open wounds.
The opponent staggered backward, but Arthur intercepted his retreat.
Steel met flesh.
It tore through the muscle tissues, bringing pain to the half-dead man who barely felt anything.
