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◈ DAMAGE DEALT ◈
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[Target] – Orrix
[Attack] – Normal Slash
[Damage Dealt] – 1800
[Status] – Direct Hit
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Leon was about to slash the throat of Orrix, but he stood back up and swung his mace in a wide arc, which connected directly with Leon's chest.
He got sent flying towards a tree, his back crashed next to the trunk as he gagged, his mouth opened, and saliva shot out through it.
His blood started to flow down in a uniform stream through his head.
'What? How did he regenerate that quickly?'
Orrix's voice came out cocky. "You might be thinking how I regenerated my health in that short amount of time, right?" He paused.
And then continued. "All the ranking players store small capsules in their mouths, so that if they're in great danger, then they'll use them."
Leon bit his lower lip, struggling to maintain his consciousness.
