The force transferred from the monster to Oliver's arm through the sword was tremendous.
If he hadn't reinforced the sword with enough mana, it would have snapped in two like a toothpick.
To relieve the pain, Oliver shook his right hand, which was holding on to the sword, and stood up.
Just like him, the monster recoiled from the strike and stood up.
Now, he could see a hint of caution in its eyes.
Although monsters were less intelligent, they still had the instincts of a beast. Just from the previous exchange, it understood Oliver was not someone it could take lightly.
It growled and stared at Oliver.
"What are you looking at, son of bitch?"
Oliver ignored its intimidating roar and asked.
He didn't expect an answer.
He was just angry.
The monster sensed the contempt in his words and dashed forward. This time, it used more mana to strengthen its body.
A pale blue glow appeared on its deep blue skin.
