"Is he... okay?"
Seeing Oz collapse to the ground, twitching, Mafy's voice could not help but tremble.
There was no helping it.
She had seen Shien pound Oz unconscious with her own eyes.
That was right, pound him unconscious.
Even though his opponent was a Beastfolk with exceptional physical abilities—and Oz was a level ninety-plus Beastfolk with unparalleled brute strength—Shien had not only shown no fear, but had closed in and fought Oz hand-to-hand.
Of course, this was not the sort of hand-to-hand fight where both sides traded blows. It was Shien beating Oz up one-sidedly.
Strong?
Then just do not get hit.
Exceptional physical abilities?
Shien, who had activated Limit Break, had nothing to fear from him.
And Oz had lost his reason, knowing only how to attack and not how to defend. Shien merely had to use Instantaneous Movement to evade all of Oz's attacks, then hammer his head with punch after punch. How could that fail to knock him out?
Poor Oz. Possibly the strongest expert among the Beastmen Race, he had been pounded flat by Shien. It was fortunate nobody else was around to see it, or it might have become the proud werewolf's lifelong humiliation.
Shien did not care about that. As he put away the Holy Sword, he spoke.
"Don't worry. I didn't hurt him, but he was already attacked by those four black-robed men from the Old Demon Faction. He has quite a few injuries, and his soul was corroded by evil energy, causing him to lose his mind. His condition definitely isn't good."
Most likely, Oz had gradually been corroded by evil energy during his fight with the Old Demon Faction and slowly gone berserk, right?
Otherwise, the Old Demon Faction would not have gone looking for trouble with Oz. If Oz