I was still currently injured and was recovering from the previous tear on my shoulder, which honestly should've healed by now due to my demonic properties.
Although I felt strangely mortal here, as if I was a human yet again, forced to withstand everything presented to me with mortal intelligence, strength, speed, magic, and endurance… everything seemed to have been powered down.
I took a quick glance at my status, which appeared in front of me, and fortunately, everything was normal besides my race.
[Race: Temporary Human (Demon)]
"ALRIGHT, BOY! SHOW ME WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF! FIGHT AND SCREAM FOR YOUR LIFE AS YOU ATTACK ME!" The man's voice boomed before I took a heavier stance, getting ready to unleash my best attack yet.
It will be obvious if I activate any buffing skill… so I guess I'm forced to use as much momentum as possible in this next attack.
SWOOSH… SWOOSH… SWOOSH… SWOOSH…