Facing a One-horned Tiger (2)

“Tsk! A scratch. I shouldn’t have underestimated this one-horned tiger.”

Arias scoffed and let out a small complaint. He lifted up his arm and looked at the small scratch that had blood seeping from it. It was nothing major. For any other mage, getting this kind of wound after fighting a high-level beast unarmed would be called a success. But for Arias, it was a mistake. Since he had underestimated the one-horned beast and did not use his full power to block its claws, the beast had managed to leave a wound on him. What he had used to beat the one-horned beast just now was not even half of his power.