The strength of someone at the level 5 silver rank and the level 6 silver rank was completely different.
A single small level difference, yet the strength gap was like a ravine.
Whether it was strength, speed, mana, or defensive properties, they had all increased greatly. The moment Maxwell levelled up, he clenched his fists and became excited as he revelled in the power of the level 5 silver rank.
"Let's see how you show off in front of me now!"
During these past eight days, Maxwell would often think of the Walking Dead Lord. The gold shimmering glow of a boss was similar to a scratching post to a cat.
Kill it; I definitely have to kill it!
Maxwell had been desperately killing monsters these eight days to level up to level 5 silver rank.
His power increased, and his mana filled up. Right now, he should have enough strength to give the Walking Dead King a good fight.
That night, Maxwell set up a campfire and started roasting spawned beast meat.
