The greatsword came crashing down.
The Tuxedo Man braced against it with both hands, the bones already showing through.
She had long heard that after reaching the sixth tier, Qi Warriors who had undergone body forging underwent a qualitative change. They could fight mages of the same rank, and once they closed the distance, mages couldn't beat Qi Warriors of equal rank.
Now Sigris was experiencing it firsthand.
Her mentor from her previous life was incredibly tough.
Sigris was marveling at how tough the Tuxedo Man was, while cold sweat had already broken out on his brow.
His overall condition was especially poor.
The greatsword had cut down to the bone. That was already a serious injury.
In any other place, he would have been considered a small-time boss. Now he was about to fall to the Saintess, who had yet to come into her own.
Of course, it didn't matter whether she wanted to become a demon. The Demon Race only cared whether she had the Seven Virtues Bloodline.
She was still using common, unremarkable skills.
The Olesian Army loved getting three hundred percent out of these inconspicuous, everyday spells.
"Damn it, you brat. Don't get too cocky." The man's Battle Qi burst out, sending Sigris flying. His body began to change: horns sprouted from his head, his muscles grew stronger, his frame grew larger, and wolf claws emerged from his hands.
Sigris climbed to her feet and stared at her target with difficulty.
Sigris wasn't surprised by this kind of combat style, where the body transformed into something else.
After all, in her previous life, she had become an enormous, hideous monster.
So it made sense that the one who had given her the Seed of Desire could also change their body and size.
Although his body had