<Partner, that excretion was known as Evil Scent. It attracts mutated beasts and all kinds of hostile monsters.>
"Pardon?"
<It attracts all kinds of hostile monsters!>
Sigh!
Yman sighed upon hearing it for the second time.
"Thanks to my luck."
He jokingly said while wearing a wry smile. No wonder the enemies keep on coming no matter how many he kills.
So it was about that excretion, huh. He thought.
Yman decided not to hold back. Using the 1-meter fortified branch as a weapon, he sped up on killing the enemies.
The enemies were just low-tier beasts. With these levels of creatures, he could not gain much combat experience. At most 1% only, it also varied in the length of time that he battled and the difficulty of his enemy.
So fighting in the Virtual Arena was better as he gained about 3-4% each match. Well, depending on his opponent. Whereas, in the Training Pavilion, he could gain 5-7% each stage.
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