54 Battle 3

"I'm fucked."

Swoosh!

Bang!

A silhouette was sent flying. He rolled thrice in the air and crashed on the cold hard floor. A red liquid flew out of his mouth and his face was pale. His lungs constricted. Some of his ribs were broken.

Yet, the silhouette didn't dare to care about his injuries. He rolled on the ground to the side, avoiding a sharp claw attack.

The hard asphalt couldn't withstand the powerful attack and cracks appeared on it with four sharp claws.

Grandpa gets on his feet quickly and picks up his weapon. He stared at the beast in front of him with his mouth ajar. 'How the fuck didn't I notice it before it arrived close to me.' He cursed in his heart.

A row of words appeared in his mind. 'Desolate Feral Dog'

The Desolate Feral Dog was close to 3-meter high with long fur, a long head, and sharp teeth. Its eyes were a shade of green while it had brown fur and stripes of yellow.