"This should work, right."
Andrew thought.
The moment he struck Hubert, he felt a kind of "slippery and elusive" sensation.
Vaguely, that bizarre feeling of "hitting but unable to kill" seemed to resurface.
Regarding this Flame Realm, after all, he still did not understand enough.
He could probably guess it was some sort of Fire Magic at play, but didn't know exactly what it was.
Hubert, after all, was Hubert. If it weren't for his body aging so quickly to the point of near death, Andrew knew it would be difficult to contend with him. The old mage was on a completely different level compared to Cook, Sally, Pete, and Raymond, whom he'd faced before!
"Forget it…
Who cares what kind of Magic you're using to deflect my attacks!"
Andrew couldn't figure out where the feeling of "hitting yet hard to kill" stemmed from, so he simply stopped caring.
He was still convinced that as long as he could hit, he could kill.
