Aiden slightly moved his wrist, these refugees posed no threat to him, there was no need for Divine Words or even a gun, he could easily handle them with just the combat skills and dark magic he had learned.
Now he began to feel that his battle skills were a lot more polished than before.
Previously, he only had the memories and battle skills of the former Aiden. Even if he occasionally practiced to keep from getting rusty, he had never accumulated the on-the-spot experience and combat reactions of his predecessor—something that couldn't be improved by practice alone, but only through real combat. Only by personally experiencing life-and-death situations could one's body and mind adapt to the rhythm and intensity of battle.
