The news that Seongjin had successfully restrained his foe implied that his opponent, too, was no longer able to move. Both were now fixed targets to one another.
In that case, he only needed to focus his aura on a single point and cut through.
“This is what happens when you foolishly ogle my dog and get distracted!”
Seongjin scoffed internally at the sight of the Lord staring blankly at his own bleeding wrist. He wanted to laugh out loud in his face, but each breath brought a stabbing pain to his ribs, making it difficult. It seemed he’d cracked a few ribs.
Keeping his weapon, the Walnut Cracker, pointed at his opponent, Seongjin gingerly probed his ribcage with his left hand. He was wrapping a delicate aura around the suspected fractured areas to avoid hindering his movements later.
Then, with a powerful command, he shouted his companion’s name.
“Max!”
The wolfhound, understanding Seongjin’s intent with perfect clarity, immediately released the Lord’s forearm and sprang back to the ground.
[…!]
The wolfhound then deftly snatched the fallen hand of the Lord from the ice and dashed away to increase the distance.
This was to prevent the Lycanthrope from reattaching his hand, even with his impressive regenerative ability.
[Huh?]
The Lord, his eyes wide with surprise, let out a bewildered…