Without a doubt, Beren had kicked an iron plate.
The magic he had diligently practiced was completely ineffective against Shane.
Close combat was even less of a match for Shane, who possessed a variety of Level-up Skills.
As a result, even though Beren was much higher in level than Shane, he was like a defenseless child, constantly retreating under Shane's fierce onslaught, suffering repeated serious injuries. If not for that Magic Potion, Beren would have been killed countless times.
This left Beren both shocked and enraged, while fear steadily surged in his heart.
There was no way around it; Shane was just too ruthless.
"Can it grow back if I chop off a hand?"
"Can it grow back if I chop off a foot? Then I can chop other places too, right?"
"Come on, where would you like me to chop next?"
"The head?"
"The chest?"
"The heart?"
"The back?"
"Not choosing? If you don't choose, shall I choose for you?"
"Good, I've decided, I'll chop everywhere once."