The others stayed where they were instead of joining the fight, protecting the researchers.
Although they had reached Foundation Establishment, their strength was only second-rate, and they had no combat experience whatsoever. There was no reason to send them into battle.
The fight lasted less than three minutes.
Dozens of mercenaries lay in the clearing. Some were unconscious, while others clutched their wounds and groaned. Weapons littered the ground: swords, axes, hammers, spears, and a few crossbows.
Gulp-
The tall human stood rooted to the spot, afraid to move a muscle. The greed in his eyes had been completely replaced by fear.
Elves fetched high prices, but nobody had told them elves were this strong!
How could they have known that if Odin had still been leading a team as strong as the one he had started with, they would probably have faced a genuine fight to the death?
There had only been a few dozen Hunters. Apart from a dozen or so first-rate Nen users, most of them had been second-rate.
As for the other staff and researchers, their combat strength had been as flimsy as paper.
Back then, Netero and Ging had been the only two who could reliably beat that tiger-headed Orc.
Now look at the mercenary team before them. Almost every member was second-rate, with several first-rate fighters-the Golden Warriors the tiger-headed Orc had mentioned.
If Odin hadn't stepped in, how the hell would they have fought them?
They might have won, but it would definitely have been a costly victory.
Morel and the others understood this, which made them all the more impressed by the Nen Script meridians and Nen Script demon cores Odin had invented.
Those inventions had forcibly raised humanity's overall baseline, allowing them to handle all sorts of current crises with ease.