Chapter 87: Crazy Healer
In the meantime, in another location, Lux was also facing two orcs. The duo had been extremely fortunate to stumble upon these four orcs, prompting them to split up and take two each.
Lux stood proudly before his two adversaries, a deranged smile plastered across his face. His silver eyes glimmered with hostility, radiating a fierce will to slaughter the monsters before him. His breathing was uneven, a mix of excitement and adrenaline coursing through his veins.
"Oink!!" barked the larger orc, ordering the other to attack, as if trying to test the limits of the human’s apparent hostility and hatred toward them.
Responding to the command, the orc raised its massive club and charged at Lux with the fury of an angry bull.
Bathed in a brilliant white light, Lux activated one of his buff skills: The Saint’s Blessing. Every single cell in his body, every fiber of muscle, reached deep into his bones, boosting his overall strength for the next twenty minutes. At that moment, his physical strength rivaled that of a high-level Red Knight. In terms of pure power, he was confident he couldn’t lose.
As the orc’s club descended like a divine judgment, the smile on Lux’s face widened, almost splitting his features in two. He resembled a psychopathic clown, a stark contrast to the ferocity of the battle. Lux met the attack head-on with his reinforced wand.
Bang!
The orc and its companion, watching from behind, were shocked to see the seemingly frail human block the full force of the orc’s swing.
Refusing to believe what had just transpired, the orc retreated momentarily before channeling even more strength into its attack. Its muscles bulged, a testament to its determination, as it charged once again.