Chelsea felt her body had gone numb; the wounds from yesterday's battle still throbbed faintly, and today she faced yet another powerful enemy.
The robust wolf warrior brandishing a flail in front of her was, without doubt, the strongest foe she had ever encountered.
This tool, originally meant for threshing wheat, was extremely lethal in combat, especially in his hands. Every time she parried or blocked his attacks, half of her body would tremble.
Chelsea thought that not even her corner leader might be his match, even though her wolf team's corner leader and members were top-notch fighters.
The air whistled around her ears, the iron ball fastened atop the flail covered in sharp metal spikes. A strike from it would do far more than just fracture bones.
One hit, followed by another.
Chelsea struggled to hold up and barely blocked the last strike, only to stumble and kneel on the ground.
