The demons were fast, their movements swift and deadly. But Kim Cheon was surprisingly agile, his body moving with a newfound fluidity. He dodged their attacks, his reflexes sharpened by the system's influence.
He had no powers, no magical abilities, but he had something else: a burning desire to survive. He fought with a ferocity that surprised even himself.
He landed a punch on one of the demons, its scales cracking under the impact. The demon roared in pain, its eyes blazing with fury.
He kicked another demon in the chest, sending it sprawling to the ground. He felt a surge of adrenaline, a sense of power he had never known before.
The third demon lunged at him, its claws outstretched. But Kim Cheon was ready. He ducked under its attack, grabbed its arm, and twisted it with all his might. The demon screamed in agony, its bones snapping.
Kim Cheon continued his assault, his movements becoming more fluid, more deadly. He was a whirlwind of fury, a force of nature unleashed.
He had killed three demons, and he was only getting started.