Leech controlled the dead mercenary's corpse, dual-wielding its swords. His reaction speed was far superior to the mercenary's, and the combat prowess displayed by the corpse now far exceeded what the man had shown in life.
Without the sensation of pain, its combat effectiveness was boosted even further. One by one, the small, blue-skinned monsters fell to its swords.
Some were decapitated, others had their arms lopped off, and some were run through the throat...
However, after realizing he was taking some of the pressure off the mercenaries, Leech deliberately moved closer to the others, shifting the burden onto them so he could slack off.
The mercenaries' combat strength was not to be underestimated. Leech compared them to his own corpses and found that the mercenaries might be slightly stronger—but only on the premise that his corpses would die if gutted, instead of just shrugging it off and continuing to attack.
'If it's a fight to the death, I'll definitely win!'
