Chapter 235
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It charged at him blindly, swinging its longsword with wild abandon. The creature’s strength was quite low; it had trouble holding its weapon steady, making it easy for Caster to block the awkward blows with his shield.

“Come on, is that all you’ve got?” Caster taunted, sidestepping the skeleton’s clumsy swing and grinning at its frustration.

The little dance continued as Caster effortlessly dodged. “You need to try harder than that!” he called out, relishing the playful banter.

The skeleton s
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