How could that human possibly survive a single, devastating attack from their leader?

Their leader, Luke, was an 8th-level adventurer. Even though the opponent was a 9th-level, he was still knocked back several meters and seriously injured when he was hit head-on by the boar's charge!

But what's wrong with this guy?

They weren't hurt at all, and they even sent their leader flying?

The two orcs exchanged a glance, both sensing something ominous in each other's eyes.

"Aaaaaah!"

Luke, refusing to believe it, turned red in the face and charged forward again.

Bang!

Bang bang bang!

After three or four attempts, the result was always the same: the human in front of him was like an iron tower, impossible to knock down, while Luke's head was almost dazed from the impact.

I didn't see this person wearing any good magical equipment, so how come they're so thick-skinned?

Luke was covered in sweat, panting heavily as he bent over, supporting his knees. He couldn't even draw blood from his opponent; he had exhausted himself first.

"No, I can't do it, brothers. I need to take a break. You two go."

"Uh, Boss Luke, I just remembered I forgot to poop, so I'm off."

Me too.

Luke was overjoyed: "Oh my god, me too!"

This delicious juice is probably not available to that human.

The debt collection matter had to be put on hold. Luke knew he had really messed with them today!

The opponent withstood four of his aggressive attacks without any damage; he must be at least level 13 or 14.

The three of them tiptoed toward the main road, as if making even the slightest movement would attract Linda's attention.

But it's just self-deception.

"Did you ask me before you left?"

Linda's face darkened, and she raised her hand to throw out a purple venom orb.

Luke felt that this orb wasn't particularly powerful, and even if he took it, it probably wouldn't cause any major problems.