"Ah… shit."
Clovis clicked his tongue as the beast stomped him.
Clovis hurriedly put his sword in front, but the power of the Tier 7 beast was not something he could stop. As a result, the beast pushed him down and smashed him on the ground.
"Gah!" Clovis spat out a mouthful of blood.
If it were a direct stomp, his ribs would have been crushed. Or even worse, that stomp would have made a hole in his chest.
Fortunately, the swords his grandfather left behind were not just a cheap sword. It was made of a Tier 9 material, known for its durability.
The sword managed to withstand the impact force. Once he was done, he put his lower arms straight while using the ground to support them.
In addition to his original strength, he managed to block this attack, albeit with a serious internal injury.
"GO!" Clovis shouted with a hoarse voice.
"!!!" All three of them hurriedly approached the beast.
