Chapter 50: Holy Armor (1)

The hot and heavy pain, the metallic scent of blood, and the sensation of organs spilling out were impossible to get used to.

"Kehuk, kheup...!"

Verdandi let out a single cry as she created distance. She was clutching her abdomen with her other hand. Her expression was contorted with pain.

Seeing how badly she was hurt from her distorted face, the organizers tried to stop the match, but...

"Not yet...!"

Verdandi stopped the referee who was about to signal. She felt it was too regrettable to give up here.

Just one more win was needed.

If she could do that, she would be able to give her master the medicine, and catch up to Bi Wol who was leading alone.

"But, your wound..."

"I haven't fallen yet...! This level of injury, it doesn't even tickle!"...