Imhotep: Just Kill Me Already!

Selena had Imhotep on the ropes, but judging by their overall strength, they were probably evenly matched.

The only reason things were going so badly for Imhotep was that the long-range mage had let Selena, a close-combat fighter, get right up in his face, leaving him unable to cast any of his spells.

If Imhotep managed to put some distance between them, the situation might be completely reversed. Selena would be the one in trouble then, and he'd kite her to death.

It wasn't that Imhotep was bad at close combat. The story showed that he could wield a knife and fight up close, too. But it all depended on who he was fighting. Compared to a master like Selena, who had spent six hundred years honing her combat skills, well...~~

Still, even though the powerful close-range fighter Selena kept stabbing him with the Spear of Judgment, Imhotep had managed to hold out against her until now thanks to his immortality.

Watching the two fight, Hao Shuai suddenly wondered: What level of martial arts strength would Selena's current power correspond to? And how should Imhotep's thousand years of magical power be measured?

Since joining Hao Shuai, Selena had relied on blood to grow stronger, and she had lost count of how many spirit beasts she'd fed on. Most recently, she'd downed a whole liter of Shenlong's blood essence in one go. Her strength ranked among the highest of all the women.

As for Imhotep?

Hao Shuai couldn't quite gauge the strength of a great mage of the undead.

"Okay, Selena, that's enough!" After Selena killed Imhotep with her spear for the Nth time, Hao Shuai called a halt.

"Come on, let me see how strong you are at full power." While they waited for Imhotep to recover, Hao Shuai took