The blessed cultist was indeed strong. It possessed physical abilities far beyond those of an ordinary person, with greatly enhanced strength and speed, as well as exceptional vitality.
It was also exceedingly confident. Facing Bubu, who had drawn its scissors, it showed no fear and charged forward without hesitation.
As a member of the cult tasked with burying the spawned body, it had clearly received some combat training. Its movements were swift and fairly polished.
With a battle axe in each hand, it looked utterly menacing—get grazed and you died, get touched and you perished.
Relying on its exceptional strength and burning fighting spirit, it actually managed to contend with Bubu on even terms.
That was, if you counted Bubu cutting it apart five times in five moves.
The scene was utterly brutal—nothing but a grown adult beating up a child. What a waste of that fearsome-enemy act it had put on.
To be honest, Jia Xiu had been a little worried at first.
Not that he was worried Bubu would lose, but that dealing with it would be troublesome. If the fight made too much noise, it might draw over the cult's key members in town.
Who would have thought it would turn out like this?
Judging from its performance, the blessing's greatest boost was probably its vitality.
It was especially hard to kill.
And that was it.
Every time it was cut apart, it could cobble itself back together again.
Compared to that, the increase in speed and strength was merely so-so. Against ordinary people, it was certainly far stronger.
Unfortunately, this world had more than ordinary people.
The blessed cultist was like an infected villager from Resident Evil, only with super recovery.
It could not even withstand light firearms; in a world of magic, it was just