The follow-up attacks came naturally, dismantling the beetle's defences, each cut building toward inevitable victory.
Noah's footwork kept him constantly in advantageous positions while his blade work prevented any meaningful counterattack.
The final stroke marked the Beetle's death.
There it is.
The notification brought immediate satisfaction mixed with tangible improvement.
Noah could feel the difference; he suddenly felt that his previous attacks were nothing but childish swings. His sword awareness increased substantially, and he gained more intuitive understanding of combat timing and distance.
Level 5 swordsmanship. That puts me in the competent territory.
Three dead beetles lay scattered across the hunting ground. Other newbie demons in the area had taken notice of his kills, several nodding with respect.
