Chapter 177
"Ohh my opponent, you have been deceived." Drey was seen smirking even after the sickle was an inch away from his neck.
"Huh?" The demon muttered, and then, in a flash, the sickle was grabbed and halted as it hit Drey's neck. But it didn't draw blood because a hand held it tight.
'What is this? His han… I know he can't move that fast…' the demon's thoughts trailed off as it turned around to see someone else holding the sickle. His palm was cut from gripping it tightly, blood dripping down from the deep wound.
The person was Max, his breath ragged as he huffed and panted. His earlier sliced-up arm had now regenerated completely, and he had thrown himself into danger again, pushing his body to its limit just to save the S rank— even though no one was sure if the hunter actually needed saving.
"You? Ho… how did you regenerate your arm so quickly? And how the hell can you still stand up?" the demon asked in frustration.
Tring!
[HP: 50/100]
