Amid the sashimi scattered everywhere, Garen carefully counted the remaining live fish.
There were still enough—probably enough to refill two big chunks of his Health Bar.
Then Garen carefully put the fish back into his bag and stored them behind the ice wall as though they were priceless treasures.
The prisoners, meanwhile, looked at Garen with the concern one might show a psychiatric patient.
"What's he doing?"
"Why is he cutting up fish?"
"No idea. Did we drive him insane?"
The first to recover from the shock was the minotaur who had gradually become the group's leader.
"Quit standing around watching!"
"Everyone, get him! Chop this lunatic's head off!"
As he spoke, the minotaur casually tossed aside the iron rod that had been bent out of shape during the fierce battle. Then he lowered his body and aimed his enormous bull's head at Garen.
"Savage Charge!"
The muscles in his legs swelled like mountain ranges, and thick, twisting veins burst across his body as his blood surged.
The moment that terrifying power traveled from his legs into the ground, the floor—already scarred by the battle—instantly sank several more meters.
Then, in the next instant, an enraged giant bull shattered the air with his horns and charged toward Garen like an armored tank.
Though he was a dairy cow, his pair of horns were still hard and sharp.
Once they were covered in a solid layer of Armament Haki, that seemingly honest and adorable cow head became the perfect weapon of attack.
If he had still been at low health, Garen would definitely have used Laurent's Eye of the Mind, a life-saving technique, to temporarily evade this devastating attack before finding another chance to settle the fight.
But now, the minotaur's full-force Savage Charge was exactly what Garen wanted.
Garen slightly