Cuare foresaw his victory as soon as he felt the heavy shock when he hit Dilmond with the hammer. His attack on Dilmond was successful and left behind a fatal wound that would shatter Dilmond’s internal organs—at least he thought so.

Cuare, who was about to throw Dilmond’s body into the air, belatedly noticed his chest getting wet with a warm fluid. The moment he lowered his head to check, he felt a strange and grotesque sense of alienation. He groped his chest for a while and then clutched his wobbly tongue.

A beastly scream broke out when he realized that his lower jaw was no longer attached to his face. Cuare trembled at the bizarre sensation of his own tongue that was twitching in shock.

Dilmond tried his best to take a breath, despite the difficulty. Instead of dodging Cuare’s attack, Dilmond had decided to bear the incoming shock as he swung his hammer; he had no choice but to end everything before he exhausted himself fully.

The hammer, which Dilmond had swung faster and more accurately than ever, smashed Cuare’s jaw at once.

But Dilmond couldn’t avoid the consequences of his action either.

“Keuk, Keugh, huff!”

Cuare slumped to the ground as he started losing a huge amount of blood. He tried to find his jaw that had flown away, but soon slammed his head on the muddy ground and...