Chapter 78.2
Bash was focused on the monstrous creature that had appeared before him. It was a creature unlike anything he had seen before, and it was incredibly massive. To be honest, he had no idea how to effectively fight it.
Surprisingly, facing an opponent for the first time, Bash became a bit more cautious. He didn’t fight cowardly but took half a step back, adopting a slightly more defensive stance. Most people might wonder, “What’s he doing?” if they saw him, but those who had witnessed Bash’s battles up close or had fought against him and survived would understand.
Bash was known for his ruthlessly effective attacks against other races. He predicted weapon movements, armor usage, tactics, and his opponent’s movements based on their race, then launched relentless attacks without hesitation. Within this assault, he discerned the habits and trends of his opponent and used that knowledge to deliver a decisive blow. Bash himself didn’t consciously think about this process, but his numerous battles against formidable opponents had shaped him into this combat style.
Therefore, facing a colossal monster he had never seen before, Bash was somewhat indecisive. To onlookers, it might seem like he was keeping the monster at bay with his relentless attack, but…
Suddenly, the monster’s arm moved unnaturally. Bash reacted but couldn’t see the monster’s next move. A massive hand emerged from the side and hurled Bash through the air. He was thrown like a ping pong ball and crashed into a building.
“Mister!”
Zell ran to him in a panic, but it was impossible for Bash to die from something like this. At the moment of impact, he redirected the force, propelling himself backward. He could call it a simple trick, but for a member of the orc race, especially someone as robust as Bash, it was more than sufficient.
“Ugh…”
He pushed aside the debris and got up, emerging from the ruined building. He realized there was no pursuit and took a moment to catch his breath.