They group of explorers weren't tense weren't tense or nervous.
If anything, they were almost bored now.
"Same drill," someone said casually, spinning his spear once.
"Try not to trip this time," another teased a shield bearer.
The man scoffed. "That was once."
It wasn't overconfidence. It was simply the truth. Compared to earlier, this group of ogres felt almost unserious.
The fight started, and just like that, it ended.
The first class ogres charged and were met with clean blocks and counters. A second class tried to gather mana, and Arthur shut it down before it stabilized.
Ryn opened space.
The captain finished.
Within minutes, the last ogre fell.
One of the explorers glanced at the small sand timer tied to his belt and laughed.
"New record."
"No way."
"Fastest clear yet."
A few of them actually cheered.
