Ji-woo was really like the incarnation of the devil, who was subjugating the guardians of hell. He smiled widely from ear to ear. It was the first time since in the Magical World that he had fought with his true power unleashed.
Even though Ji-woo's true power truthfully did not get adequately utilized. And it caused him trouble when his opponents were just a bunch of creatures whose strength was slightly above S-rank hunters. He was confident that he would not die. To be precise, those Red Undead Knights did not have the ability to threaten his life.
Only one or two passed of the hundreds of slashes and sword swings aimed at Ji-woo. The rest got totally parried. And some of the creatures even had to get knocked back by the weight of his swing.
'Somehow, my body feels heavy even though my breathing is normal, and I don't feel tired.'