Even after being bombarded by dozens of giant Water Balls, the Bronze Giant didn’t seem to be hurt by them and stood up after the barrage was over.
Ethan was about to unleash another wave of attacks when the giant spoke, not by opening its mouth but through telepathy.
“Your little tricks don't hurt me in the slightest, Mortal.”
Ethan smirked when he heard the Bronze Giant’s words. He didn’t even care whether the Bronze Giant’s words were true or not. Because right now, all of that didn’t matter.
“I don’t care if my little tricks don't hurt you,” Ethan stated.
“Then why struggle?” the Bronze Giant asked. “In the end, it’s all futile.”
“You’re the perfect training dummy, that’s why. So what if my attacks don’t hurt you? All you need to do is accept them until I’m satisfied!”
“…”
The Bronze Giant didn’t expect that the mortal holding the trident in his hands would treat him as a mere training dummy.