However, before he could exhale that breath, a rock almost as big as his head smashed ruthlessly onto his skull.
Accompanied by a terrifying crack, the Tanilian convulsed once and then lay motionless.
Winters's hands still didn't let go of the rock; he summoned strength in his waist and lifted the rock above his head again, swinging it down in a full circle.
Once, twice, thrice.
Only after the opponent was thoroughly dead did the exhausted Winters release his grip, gasping for breath as he got up.
The mud patch in the forest seemed like it had just hosted a bloody sacrifice, with splashes of red and white everywhere.
"Help! Help!"
The cries for help carried a Venetian accent.
Winters took the dagger that the now-deceased Tanilian wore and, using both hands and feet, climbed out of the muddy area and headed toward the source of the sound.
——Cut——
Colonel Kongtai'er's situation was now precarious.