"Ah, damn it! These are the moments that make me miss my damn body!"
Unlike me, Snow didn't have the insane regeneration that patched up everything on its own.
I guess that's a gift the so-called 'chosen hero' wasn't granted—so that's a 1–0 in my favor, right? …
Well, technically, he has dozens of other talents, so let's call it 1–100 or something.
As my thoughts drifted while I ran for my life, blood began pouring endlessly from my mouth—a clear sign I had pushed too far.
"Damn it, man…"
I laughed foolishly when I saw Smogh suddenly materialize in front of me, a terrifying black aura swirling around him.
I noticed the massive wound on his chest, but it wasn't enough to slow him down in the slightest.
Closing the distance in a single step, he reached out and seized me by the neck.
I tried to break free, but he caught my sword arm effortlessly with his other hand.
Lifting me high, I saw raw anger twist his features.
"Looks like I've been far too lenient with you."
