Old School Striking King was a queen in real life, but in the game, she preferred a cute, soft little-girl form.
Especially the human appearance she used in Telashir, with big, round eyes and fluffy waves loosely tied together with a furry scrunchie... if she hadn't changed into a leather outfit for certain reasons, anyone who saw her in her usual clothes would have thought she was adorable beyond belief.
Yet the cuter and more childlike she looked, the more terrifying her current posture was to everyone watching.
The burly men still charging out to block her path seemed fearless in the face of death, but their attacks lacked decisiveness... clearly, they were afraid. They simply didn't dare stay back.
For certain reasons, however, Old School Striking King fought even harder.
"I'm so jealous~~" Demon Sword, who had been looking down and recording something, gazed longingly at the little tablet propped up in front of him. "Look at that strength! Even I don't have that."
"What kind of nonsense are you spouting when you put your points into agility?" Perfect Baldhead glanced back at him irritably.
"What good would strength do me?" Demon Sword curled his lip. "Apart from enjoying a little one-on-one fun when I challenge someone to a duel, when am I ever not the one getting mobbed?
"Speed is my only lifeline."
The moment this guy entered a battlefield, he was practically the biggest target there... even Xue Yunfeng didn't draw as much fire as he did.
There was no helping it. Even knowing that the one in white beside him was the actual target, who could resist taking a couple of swings at the one in red?
Especially the archers. Almost all of them shot at him first.
Under those circumstances, defense and health were