"Tough bastard…"
The Iron Demon had brushed aside everything Ethan possessed without effort.
Neither the Executioner's Sword nor the Legion Arm had accomplished anything.
The demon's armor was absurdly durable, impossibly hard, and despite Ethan reaching the Elite Rank and growing vastly stronger than before, he still could not do a thing against a King-rank monster.
For the first time, Ethan truly began to understand the gap between ranks in the cruelest way imaginable.
This was no longer a game viewed safely from behind a screen.
The logic of reality and the logic of a game were completely different.
Otherwise—
He should have at least been able to injure him.
The Iron Demon charged again.
And this time…
The cursed hunter did nothing.
His options had run dry.
There was nothing left he could use.
Two minutes.
That was how long Ethan had managed to survive against the Iron Demon.
Barely two minutes had passed since the start of their battle—
