Logan entered the fight not knowing what to expect. He was about to battle a four-meter-tall demon using his current body—three meters high, four meters long, six feet, four hands, and somewhat squishy.
He rushed forward and punched at the demon general with all his strength, but it didn't even flinch.
[Guess this form isn't built for physical damage,] Logan said, nearly asking what Murk's plan was. That's when he noticed something—the area he struck on the demon's body turned slightly purple. Even Zaryx glanced down and noticed the abnormality.
"Toxic touch, huh? You can even drain some of my mana and stamina. Truly a worthy opponent."
Zaryx pushed Logan back with a shield, not wanting to take any chances. The punch itself wasn't dangerous, but the air around Logan's new body was just as threatening. It exuded a toxic substance that forced Zaryx to think more cautiously.
"Truly impressive, isn't it?"
