Now, in close combat.
The warriors throwing stones from afar finally had to stop, fearing they would hit their own people.
"Slash!" "Slash!"
One by one, warriors fell, mostly with their heads severed or their chest caved in.
Their skin was tough; Tron wasn't confident in killing them with one strike anywhere but the throat, their most vulnerable spot.
At the beginning, Tron was actually weaker than some of the Stone Desert warriors.
But with his schemes he utterly overwhelmed most warriors. But now, he was rapidly adapting to their strength and more even surpassed most of them in actual combat.
"Die! Die!" Tron's eyes were cold, without a trace of mercy.
"Swish!" "Pfft!" Tron blade skills improved,as the warriors fell one after the other.
Previously, when facing magical creatures above Acolyte level the strength difference was too great, forcing Tron to rely on intelligence, often only managing to kill one after multiple attempts.
Now? With his body at the magus realm.
