Logan raised an eyebrow. 'Big ones?'
Squinting as he turned back to the sea, Logan saw two crabs the size of small buildings and three green fishmen as large as trucks.
'B-ranks?' Logan thought, narrowing his eyes. 'No... that one's stronger. That's an A-rank.'
Seeing each mercenary group around him retreat, Logan chose to follow and observe how they planned to handle the creatures.
'I'm not even close to strong enough to beat A-ranks,' he thought, gritting his teeth. 'If I'm lucky, I might be able to take out one B-rank if I go all out.'
Logan would've loved to go all out here and test his strength. He hated the powerless feeling sitting in his chest.
But even so, the rational part of his mind told him to fall back and observe.
'There would need to be at least two platinum cores to deal with the A-rank,' he thought, glancing across the battlefield as he retreated.
Once back inside the mana barrier, Logan saw two military vans drive towards him at high speeds.
