Chapter 742: Abnormal Nulls
Max moved with deadly precision, calm and efficient. He understood perfectly well that it was foolish to waste powerful techniques or high-level skills Nulls. The stronger the attack, the more energy it consumed—a waste of strength when facing disposable enemies.
Unless, of course, you possessed the kind of overwhelming power that made even ordinary strikes devastating, as Max did. For him, there was no need to resort to grandiose techniques. His basic sword swings carried enough force, precision, and lethal intent to cut down these lesser foes like blades of grass under a farmer’s scythe.
Just like that, Max advanced steadily through the swirling melee, his sword flashing in elegant, deadly arcs, each motion so fluid and natural it seemed more like a dance than combat. Every time he swung his blade, a fresh wave of first-level Champion Rank Nulls fell before him, their bodies severed cleanly as though they were nothing more than vegetables being sliced for a meal.
Black blood splattered across his clothes and face, sizzling faintly where it touched his spiritual aura, but Max didn’t slow down, his eyes cold and focused, his movements never faltering even as the tide of monsters pressed endlessly around him.
On the other side of the surging battlefield, Arlen and the others were holding their ground as a separate team, cutting through the relentless waves of Nulls with synchronized precision and fierce determination.
This arrangement had already been decided before the gates had opened: Max had made it clear he would battle alone, carving his own path through the battlefield, and that if any of them found themselves in trouble, he would step in to support them without hesitation.
It was a plan that Arlen and his group had readily agreed upon, understanding that Max’s overwhelming abilities and unique fighting style made it simpler—and safer—for him to operate independently.
Moreover, their own team dynamic was forged through countless battles fought shoulder-to-shoulder, and the coordination among the five of them had become so finely tuned that it was simply more comfortable and efficient for them to rely on one another without trying to adjust to Max’s unpredictable rhythm.
Even without Max in their ranks, Arlen and the others proved themselves more than capable, their blades flashing and their spiritual energies surging as they dispatched the Level 1 and Level 2 Champion Rank Nulls with effortless skill, slicing through the grotesque monsters like farmers harvesting a field of wheat.