That day, in just one short hour, White Elder was knocked down by a certain bear more than ten times—and eaten in every manner imaginable!
But White Elder was White Elder, after all. She had lived for over a hundred years, so aside from her first few bouts of furious, mortified anger, she gradually seemed to realize something. Then she seriously fought several more rounds against that Furbolg BOSS.
Though the outcome was still that she fought to the death, only for a certain bear to put on a live demonstration of all kinds of terrifying, embarrassing, or gruesome ways to eat her, it had to be said that she had basically figured out how the arena worked and gained quite a bit of combat experience.
But none of that helped her!
After all, she was already practically the strongest fighter in this post-apocalyptic world. She had ways to deal with—or even control—the Devourers outside, whether small or large. The only thing limiting her combat strength was her own body, not her experience or anything else.
So, after her final bloody battle with the giant bear had raged for more than a thousand exchanges, she collapsed from exhaustion. She could only watch as the bear stripped her bare again, then chewed and swallowed the projection of her, a "hairless beast," bit by bit. When she came to and found herself back in Annie's bamboo hut courtyard, she finally sighed wistfully and stepped away.
"Huh?"
Seeing White Elder retreat with a desolate look on her face, Ma Duo, who had been sitting around chatting with the others, stood up in surprise and asked,
"Boss Bai..."
"You're not going to keep going?"
They had just been saying that White Elder would surely fight dozens, maybe even hundreds of times, battle until nightfall,