Each of Lin’s attacks landed with weight, yet they were raw and brutal.
If close, he punched; if there was distance, he rushed forward, stomping down with his foot—a combat style that was simple, crude, and purely violent.
But it was enough to make Reinhold feel threatened.
Crack!
Every time he blocked an attack, his shield, "Chaos," let out a painful wail.
Pale and desperate, Reinhold sought out the Demon God for aid.
‘Demon God! Don’t just watch—help me!’
