The boy had the ability to regenerate in any condition. That was quite impressive considering the fact that the Meta Clam had thought very low of his capabilities.
To demons and beasts, humans were extremely inferior beings and deserved to be trampled upon. This boy seemed like he would qualify as one of the many to prove that fact very much wrong.
"Let's get over with this piece of shit just like you want."
A look of amusement accompanied by a maniacally depicted smile became visible on the snail-like face of the Meta Clam.
"Now that's more like it."
The sword in the boy's hand disappeared almost immediately
"Huh? What's that? Don't wanna fight anymore? You know, you really got me there for a second thinking you were going to put on your big boy pants," The Meta Clam shook his head with utmost pity.
Max scoffed.
"Enclosed Fury of a thousand blades!"
"Hey! I said fig..."
