บท 106: Anticlimatic fight

The cuts of the girl bore the weight of her rank as the last boss of the dungeon. Every time she would swing her sword, she would cause a sharp gust of wind to cut through the room, leaving a small mark on the walls of this circular arena. 

'That was close,' Tom thought, swapping places with one of the spears in the back. 'If I were to be a second later,' he thought, looking at the crater that was left where he stood previously. 

'Is this sword really a sword, or some Warhammer shielded with illusion?" Tom thought, unable to believe his own eyes. 

He was pretty powerful all on his own. With all the levels he obtained, he could easily stand against an entire army of average humans. In fact, he approached the barrier between still being a human and reaching a point when even modern firearms wouldn't be able to hurt him.