Martin stood silently in the center of the room surrounded by the crumbling remains of the Steel Hanged Demon Men.
Five minutes of combat had passed, but for someone like him, it was simply routine now.
The enemies had not posed any threat.
Their chains, long and swift, held power but limited.
Not once during the confrontation did Martin feel even a hint of danger.
The beings pale, eyeless, and wrapped in corrupted death energy had no tactics.
Only the predictable nature of the chains and their poisonous aura might have caused trouble for someone weaker.
But Martin was far beyond that.
"They're strong, but strength without speed and adaptability is worthless."
"Not to mention the fact that pure power and level difference is too much for them to be a threat to me."
He remembered something from earlier in his journey his fight against the insectoid Mantis, back when he had first arrived on this world.
