Despite the words of the conspirators hidden in the shadows, Sylas didn't seem to be in a rush, nor did he seem pressed. One would have thought that he hadn't lost half of his stats at all.
He calmly observed the wave after wave of spiders coming toward him, analyzing their quirks, their habits, and most importantly, their weaknesses.
As he grew used to their patterns, the amount of Strength he put into each blow began to reduce slowly.
At first, every one of his fists aimed for the head, shattering it apart with a forceful blow.
But then his stance changed, aiming for the largest eyes at the center of their foreheads and sending a stream of fist aura right into their skulls.
However, his tactic didn't last for long.
He noticed the twitching hairs on their bodies soon after and how sensitive they were to changes on them. He began to use his telekinesis to brush against them, trying to gauge what sort of reaction they would have.