Juan was puzzled by Barth’s words; he wondered if it had really been necessary for Barth to take a short break and let his breath be stabilized just to say that.

In fact, Juan was the one who would be at an advantage after taking a short break rather than Barth; after all, while Barth’s recovery speed was far beyond a human’s, his recovery speed was nowhere close to Juan’s.

“Fine. If you’re still alive after this, that means I win and…”

Barth kicked off the ground and jumped even before Juan could finish speaking. For a moment, Barth disappeared from Juan’s sight.

Juan inadvertently turned his head toward the sky; he had become accustomed to Barth’s attack pattern of pressing down on him from above.

The very next moment, a heavy blow struck Juan’s body. Barth had lowered his body, almost as if to lie flat on the ground and then slammed Juan with the horns on his head. Barth’s horns, which were usually high enough to pierce the sky, penetrated Juan’s stomach and protruded all the way to his back.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

Barth vigorously shook his head like an angry cow, scattering Juan’s blood in all directions.

As the wounds from their previous battle were further aggravated, blood spewed out of Juan’s mouth. He bit his lips as he belatedly realized what...