At this moment, Wang Zhifan's Strength had reached 35 points. Combined with the immense momentum he had built up charging all the way here, the force of his attack was instantly terrifying.
The dungeon BOSS before him turned and threw a punch at Blade of the Wolf Fiend. The punch unleashed a nearly tangible blast of force, intending to send him flying just as it had the man in the coat earlier.
But the dungeon BOSS immediately realized that this opponent's close-combat skill was on an entirely different level from the previous one's. Not only did his turning punch fail to send Wang Zhifan flying, Wang Zhifan's blade tore through the force behind it and chopped straight into his fist, severing several fingers. At the same time, the BOSS felt his very soul tremble. This BOSS is absurdly strong, and his bones are incredibly hard.
Although Wang Zhifan had landed a successful blow, he felt no joy. He knew exactly how much strength and damage he possessed in his current state, and he also knew how sharp Blade of the Wolf Fiend was. Against any other enemy, let alone severing a few fingers, splitting both fist and body in half with a single slash would have been ordinary.
Realizing that this final enemy to arrive was so formidable, shattering his counterattack with a single slash, the dungeon BOSS's eyes immediately flashed with surprise and regret.
He was surprised that such a powerful foe had been hidden among these opponents. He regretted not facing this man while still at full strength. Had he done so, he might still have had some hope of defeating the young man before him and taking the other enemies down as well.
But it was already too late to dwell on that. His body was badly