Chapter 121 : World Event (9)
The realization sparked curiosity, but he didn't have time to dwell on it.
The Undead Archer turned toward him. Her glowing eyes narrowed slightly, and for the first time, the players saw her hesitate.
She could feel it. This newcomer wasn't like the others.
Axton smiled faintly.
"Surprised you lasted that long," he said, his tone calm yet sharp.
The Undead Archer tilted her head, studying him with a curious glare. The hole in her abdomen from his earlier blow was still open, yet she stood tall, unfazed by the gaping wound.
Axton, on the other hand, looked almost casual.
He hadn't used a skill. Not a single one. Just a plain Iron Fist.
And still, his attack had torn through her body like paper.
The surrounding players were frozen, watching the silent exchange between man and monster.
For a few long seconds, neither moved. The tension thickened, heavy enough to choke the air.
Then, Axton lifted a hand.
