The tiger-man leader shook his head, looking mockingly at Wilmot as he struggled to rise. Even now, had he not realized the gap in strength between them?
Continuing to fight would not change the current situation. It would only mean leaving his life here.
"Look at that pathetic state you're in. What use is fighting desperately to this extent?" The tiger-man leader crossed his arms and curiously looked at the heavily injured Wilmot in the distance.
"Cough, cough. That's none of your business. You Demi-humans would never understand. Enough nonsense... fight me again!"
Wilmot raised his longsword and stared firmly at the tiger-man leader, showing no intention of yielding.
The smile on the tiger-man leader's face gradually vanished, and a ruthless look crept across his cheeks. His voice also lowered. "I see. It seems you've made your choice. I admire your courage. As a reward, I'll personally send you to hell."
The tiger-man leader slowly walked up to Wilmot. Looking down at the man who would rather die than submit, he raised his right fist and smashed it down without hesitation.
Wilmot refused to be outdone, swinging his longsword at the tiger-man leader. Though he knew his attack might be futile, Wilmot still struck without fear.
"Lord Sikong, I did my best. I'm sorry!"
The tiger-man leader's fist, carrying a powerful gust of wind, flew toward Wilmot's head. Wilmot likewise unleashed every ounce of strength in his body, slashing toward the tiger-man leader's neck.
Before Wilmot's sword could touch the tiger-man leader's body, the fierce fist wind rushing toward him shattered the blade in his hand.
As the fragments of the sword scattered in every direction, countless scenes from Wilmot's past flashed through his mind. Moments from his life raced before his eyes.
Wilmot let out a relieved laugh and