Chapter 29

A straightforward charge.

A swing of the right claw.

Fast. And probably heavy.

Just getting close would be crushed by the mass.

Deflect the attack outward.

Counter with a rising slash.

It worked. However...

The sensation of the hard skin was transmitted through the longsword.

“Gruu!”

“Damn, it’s still tough...!”

Although he managed to land a blow, it didn’t seem to have any effect. It didn’t bounce off, but it only managed to scratch the surface.

It would take a sword with considerable sharpness and mass to cut it, or a full-force strike with the right posture and distance, or an attack on a vital spot.

“Damn, this is a heavy load...!”

It would take at least a minute, and probably two or three, for Srena to apply first aid to Porta and retreat to a safe area.

Having to put on a solo performance against the Zenogrym for that long was a bit too much for an old man to handle.

“Gooaaaaaah!!”

Failing to land a second blow and failing to bring down its prey, the Zenogrym roared with clear frustration and anger, taking a large stance.

There was no telling how many hits it would take to bring it down.

On the other hand, even one hit from it would be an instant KO.

It was a precarious tightrope walk.

“—Huff!”

He dodged the hook claw that came from the side, and as he leaped back, he tried to slash at its front leg.

But it was still ineffective. The limbs were even harder than the torso, eliminating the option of cutting them to disable its combat ability.

“Well, the usual weak point is the face...!”

He kept his distance to observe.

At most, a few meters. A distance the Zenogrym could close in an instant.

The face. Ideally, a direct hit to the inside of the mouth or the eyes.

From the few slashes he had made, other parts seemed too tough. Cutting the wings might be an option, but the