"What a terrifying wound!"
Kassava sucked in a sharp breath.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end like steel needles.
He thought that the attack which had caused this wound must initially have been completely silent, concealed amid a storm-like barrage of blows, and had drawn no attention from Crocodile Head at all.
Perhaps, at the instant he was struck, Crocodile Head had merely felt as though an insect had lightly bitten his armpit.
Then his left chest cavity, heart included, had been utterly blasted into pulp.
But wait—
Kassava gestured through the motion, yet it still felt deeply awkward to him. "How could the attacker have struck Crocodile Head's armpit?"
Like the eyes, groin, and temples, the armpit was a vital point among vital points.
Moreover, it was shielded by both arms and located at the side of the body, making it ordinarily very difficult to hit.
Unless the opponent had first lured Crocodile Head into attacking, causing him to raise his arms high and expose the vulnerable spot beneath them, then ended both the battle and Crocodile Head's life with a lightning-fast assault.
But Crocodile Head was no fool.
Among the Five Great Clans, the Shadow Clan was famed precisely for stealth, assassination, and sneak attacks.
Crocodile Head's father had originally been a Shadow Clan warrior.
Having inherited part of the Shadow Clan bloodline, even at his most frenzied, he had been more cunning than the vast majority of Minotaur Warriors.
To make Crocodile Head fall for it, how exactly had the other party done it—or rather, what price had he paid?
"The 'Night Demon' was injured."
Black Tooth answered Kassava's confusion. "Judging from our investigation of the scene and the Lineage shamans' autopsy of the corpse, the Night Demon first exposed the vulnerable