682 Shouts

Khan's eyes lingered on the boar-like creature without caring about its appearance. His senses had already told him everything he needed to know. The monster's size, level, and danger had been clear in his mind long before its charge.

That awareness told Khan that a single hand would have been enough to stop the beast, and the reality matched his prediction. The creature was as strong as a second-level warrior, and its size enhanced that innate power. An ordinary third-level warrior would struggle to deal with its charge without resorting to martial arts, but Khan was different.

Khan only needed to adjust his knees and match his elbow's movement with the incoming beast to disperse the charge's momentum. Once the monster stood still and its tusk was in his grasp, the stalemate turned into a battle of raw strength, which he won by a landslide.