Razeal forced himself up to his feet.
Every inch of his body was bleeding, torn or bruised, but his regeneration was slowly kicking in. Very slow, but steady. Torn flesh began knitting. Fractured nerves reignited. Still naked, he looked like a walking corpse but one who just made a mountain bleed.
The Glaciermight, toppled on the frozen plains, lay still.
"System," Razeal muttered with a cocky smirk, still swaying on his feet, "how would you rate my performance?"
[4 out of 10,] the system responded dryly.
Razeal blinked.
"That low?"
[You did manage to damage a B-ranked Juggernaut-type opponent. That alone is a feat. But the drawbacks are clear: excessive build-up time, overreliance on straight-line speed, inability to chain attacks, and... currently, you are entirely naked.]
Razeal looked down.
"Yeah... fair."
[Also, you injured yourself more than the enemy. Not sustainable for extended combat.]
Razeal didn't argue. He was too busy trying to stabilize his shaking legs.
