Fred's Camp (5)
Isaac lifted his broad sword with whatever strength he could gather in his weak and torn muscles. Even the enraged wolf grunted and roared. Its claws were ready to behead Isaac at any given moment.

Their eyes peered at each other with those bloodshot pupils. In that confrontation, both felt their blood boil and pump heavily. As their gazes met with each other, it was now time for them to strike.

Isaac boomed while the wolf leaped towards him. The wolf attempted to strike its sharp claws on Isaac's head and end his misery at once. Conversely, Isaac had to dodge narrowly since his sword was heavy and he was unable to strike effectively.

His weapon required maximum output and energy to battle with a swift enemy. At that time, he had almost no strength to waste on deceptive attacks. He could strike only once with the tad-left energy he had.

The wolf growled in a rage. It was again prepared to attack Isaac with its drooling jaws. However, its outbreak couldn't cross through the broad sword’
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