章 102: Dullahan

As all the fights of the second round ended, Astaroth was once again teleported to another platform. This time, before him, stood a tall zombie-looking man.

The particularity about him was that his head was missing from its shoulders. The zombie was holding it under its arms, almost like carrying a football.

He was wearing full plate armor, and had a huge great sword strapped to his back. Although he looked mighty for any normal person, Astaroth knew this was a third-tier combatant.

From his gear alone, Astaroth could guess this man was in the bruiser segment of classes. He wasn't entirely a tank, but wasn't a pure DPS either.

Bruisers were typically tough opponents to deal with, as they had the defenses to withstand most onslaughts, and the damage to take down squishy targets.

Of course, most of this wouldn't apply to himself, since his damage was so high and his defenses rivalled most tanks currently, but Astaroth was still only observing for now.