Noah stepped back from the carcass, breathing heavily from adrenaline rather than exertion.
His hands trembled slightly as he wiped acidic blood from his blade.
That was... intense. Much more dangerous than slimes.
A quick self-assessment revealed no injuries beyond some scratches on his jacket where the beetle's claws had come close.
The enhanced agility from his weapon had made the difference between victory and serious harm.
The sword's sharpness and attribute points probably saved my life just now.
Other demons in the area had noticed his successful hunt.
A few nodded approvingly, recognizing competent technique when they saw it.
Not bad for a first beetle kill.
Noah checked the remaining creatures in the hunting ground.
Several more beetles roamed the area, each one representing another test of his developing combat skills.
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