Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

Objectively, her specs were slightly better than mine.

And her equipment…

‘Overwhelmingly superior.’

Moreover, she had participated in the war for over a year and had killed countless Noark bastards, so her combat experience would also be greater than mine now.

But there was no need to be intimidated.

Erwen had made one mistake.

Swoosh.

Distance.

Spirit King contractor or not, distance control was an archer’s lifeline. At this distance, I had the advantage.

The fact that we were in a closed room was also a plus.

And besides, she wasn’t even mentally stable.