The Orc Lord roared, its monstrous voice reverberating through the cavern. With a thunderous step, it launched its first attack, swinging its massive spiked club with terrifying force. To Leo, however, the world seemed to slow down. He watched the club's trajectory with a keen eye, noticing the raw power it carried. The ground beneath the attack cracked open, leaving a gaping gap where the club had struck. Dust and debris flew into the air, adding to the chaotic scene.
Leo dodged the first swing with ease, but the ground trembled beneath him as the Orc Lord followed up with a quick, unexpected second strike. Leo barely had time to twist his body, feeling the club graze his side, sending a shockwave of force through the air. He marveled at how effortlessly he evaded the Orc Lord's attack. "Must be the stats," he thought, a grin forming on his lips. But he needed to test his limits further.
The Orc Lord's attacks were relentless, each swing as destructive as the last. The ground trembled with every strike, creating craters and sending shockwaves that rippled through the cavern walls. The once-silent chamber was now filled with the sounds of crumbling stone and the Orc Lord's furious roars. Despite the chaos, Leo danced around the attacks with ease, the creature's movements appearing almost sluggish to his enhanced reflexes.
"This must be agility," Leo mused, dodging another bone-crushing blow. In the games he used to play, agility influenced attack speed, reflexes, and dodge rate to name a few. He was curious about his other stats, particularly his stamina. Normally, he wouldn't dare to take a hit from such a formidable opponent, but his newfound confidence urged him to test his endurance. His gut instinct told him he could survive a single strike.
Sweat trickled down his forehead as he stood still, a confident smile playing on his lips. The Orc Lord, enraged by Leo's audacity, let out another deafening roar and charged at him with renewed fury. The ground shook under the monster's immense weight, and its eyes burned with a fierce, red glow.
Leo braced himself as the Orc Lord swung its club in a wide arc, aiming directly at him. The power behind the swing was immense, the air whistling as the weapon sliced through it. The impact was brutal. Leo felt the force of the blow reverberate through his entire body as he was sent flying across the cavern. The ground where he had stood exploded, dirt and rocks scattering like shrapnel.
He bounced several times across the hard stone floor, each impact jarring his bones. Finally, he collided with the cavern wall, the force created a massive dent as large as the Orc Lord itself.
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The area was shrouded in thick fog, a momentary silence enveloping the battleground. Then, the sound of falling rubble broke through the stillness. The Orc Lord stood at the forefront, its grip tightening around the club's handle with such force that small chips of wood flaked off. Through the haze, the creature's eyes caught sight of flashing red lights, pulsing rhythmically in the fog.
A menacing red aura began to envelop the Orc Lord, veins bulging and snaking across its massive arms and body. With a thunderous roar, it charged toward Leo, each step leaving craters in the ground. The fog swirled violently in its wake, the sheer force of its movement displacing the heavy air.
Leo's smile widened as he watched the monster approach with all its might. The exhilaration of the previous hit still coursed through his veins. "I didn't feel any pain!" he thought, elated. This meant his power far exceeded that of a level 50 monster. He stood from the rubble with a menacing grin, feeling the thrill of battle in every fiber of his being.
Having confirmed his agility and stamina, Leo decided it was time to test. "Strength!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the cavern. He jumped and thrust forward, the movement so swift that the fog trailed behind him in a delayed reaction. In the blink of an eye, he was face to face with the Orc Lord, his body fluid and precise.
The momentum of the Orc Lord's charge left it no room to maneuver, its only option was to swing its massive club. Leo tightened his core, every muscle bracing as power surged through his arm. He could feel the weight of the air shifting around him, the sheer force of his strength vibrating in his bones.
When his fist connected with the Orc Lord’s body, it wasn’t just a punch—it was an eruption of raw energy that split the very air. As the Orc Lord swung, Leo's punch connected with its torso, the impact humming ferociously.
The force of the blow sent shockwaves rippling through the area. The Orc Lord's body began to disintegrate upon contact, fragments scattering in all directions. The throne area was blasted wide open, and the shockwave extended far beyond, laying waste to a kilometer-long stretch of forest. Trees were uprooted and debris flung into the air, the sheer power of Leo's punch leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.
Leo landed gracefully, the ground beneath him still trembling from the aftermath. The fog began to clear, revealing the extent of the devastation. Where the Orc Lord once stood, there was now only a massive crater, the remains of its throne scattered like dust in the wind.
Leo stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed at the crater before him. The destruction was beyond anything he could have imagined—trees uprooted, the earth torn asunder. His hands trembled, not from fear, but from the overwhelming realization of what he had just done.
"This… this is my strength," he whispered, a grin of pure exhilaration spreading across his face. The realization struck him with as much force as his punch had struck the Orc Lord—he was no longer just an ordinary man.
He looked down at his hands, marveling at the power they held. A gentle breeze rustled his hair, and as he looked up, the vibrant blue sky and blinding light of the sun filled his vision. The scene was so surreal that he momentarily wondered if he was dreaming.