The woman's eyes seemingly darkened as she felt the poison enter her system, in that instance, she knew that she had been poisoned.
She was fully surrounded by Zaroth and a few of his beasts, not to ntion that Silvefang and Nightshade had already gotted on their feet and were charging full force at her.
With a silent curse, she flexed her legs and jumped backward.
Zaroth couldn't stop his mouth from opening in awe.
Her jump had been so powerful that a shockwave was produced, and he was sent a few ters flying back while she had jumped a dozen ters high into the sky.
"She has been poisoned and yet she is still so strong?" he couldn't help but mutter in irritation.
Sadly, his opponent had turned out to be much stronger than he had originally expected.
"No matter if I manage to overwhelm her in the end, victory would be mine," coming to that conclusion, he stepped forward, not wasting ti to give up the attack.
Hellweaver rose to its feet as it gazed at the woman who had managed to hurt it despite its strong exoskeleton.
Nightshade lunged at the target as well.
Realizing the poison was starting to take its toll, the red-haired woman quickly determined that the best strategy was to focus all her attacks on one of Zaroth's beasts until it could no longer move.
Of course, she would've preferred if she could get rid of Zaroth from the get-go, but because he was so agile and his beasts were protecting him, it was currently impossible to get rid of the man.
Having made her choice, the woman charged. Even if she felt the poison in her system slowly robbing her of her strength, she was still terrifyingly fast.
As such, she managed to reach Silvefang before the beast realized what was going on.
With one swift motion, she kicked the wolf, sending him high into the sky.
She wasn't done, however, gripping her hamr tightly behind her back, she brought it down on the beast, striking with such force that it had no chance to dodge.
Once the hamr struck the wolf, it seed that the beast's eyes exploded.
This ti, unlike before, the beast was midair, aning all the montum of her attack hit it without the ground to cushion the blow, amplifying the full force of her strike.
If the damage to Silvefang wasn't enough, the beast was sent flying strongly to the ground and hit it, breaking even more of his bones and dealing more fatal wounds.
Of course, the wolf was fine as it was undead, so he wouldn't die, but all the damage that he had accrued ant that it would take him a long ti to get on his feet, much less attack with any amount of significant strength.
So, seeing the writing on the wall, Zaroth desummoned his loyal beast.
It was going to be smarter to supply the beasts that were in condition to fight with mana rather than waiting for the beast to recover.
Next, Nightshade lunged at the woman with her jaws wide open.
The woman shifted her gaze to the panther.
Zaroth, making use of the fact that she wasn't looking at him, took the chance. Making his body dash as fast as possible, he appeared behind his opponent.
In normal circumstances, he would have attacked with his two weapons, targeting the heart and the neck. If his enemy was wearing too thick armor, he would try to lt it with fire breath.
But in this instance, both of these attacks would be useless.
While the woman didn't wear any heavy armor, her skin was incredibly thick, so his fire would probably feel like a pleasant breeze, and his attacks wouldn't even manage to pierce her at all.
So he mimicked the way she attacked yet again.
Rather than having a sword in one hand and a dagger in the other, he returned the dagger to his waist and held his sword firmly with both hands.
Because he wasn't sure that even with two hands his attacks would damage her, he attacked vertically, using gravity's strength to further enhance his strike.
The red-haired woman's eyes widened as she felt sothing move behind her, but couldn't turn around as she had gotten Nightshade into her arms.
A quiet grunt escaped from the woman's mouth as she felt a sword leave a wound on her body.
Before turning back, she grabbed the jaw of Nightshade with her left hand and her head with her right and flexed her muscles.
A second later, a disgusting crack sound was heard as the lower jaw of the beast was torn off, bleeding like a fountain.
Throwing the unable-to-fight beast away from her, she rotated her body as quickly as possible, her eyes squinting for a mont as she felt another attack.
Seeing that the woman had taken care of Nightshade, Zaroth sighed in regret and desummoned the beast as he made so distance between himself and the woman.
Even if Nightshade's lower jaw had been torn off, she could still be useful as she still had claws to damage her opponent, so why had he desummoned her?
Two reasons.
First, Nightshade's bite was stronger than her claws, so her claws wouldn't do any damage.
And since her lower jaw had been torn off, her center of gravity was going to be off, aning she wasn't going to be very useful when it ca to keeping his opponent busy.
So, deciding it was smarter to preserve his mana, he did.
"You!" the woman spat in irritation.
She had now taken three attacks from Zaroth's sword.
While yes, the wounds were shallow, they didn't matter as more and more poison had entered her system, so she was going to be severely weakened.
Of course, even in her weakened state, Zaroth still didn't have any chance in one-on-one combat, so he used one of his strength—agility—to keep his distance.
Quickly understanding what his plan was, the woman was about to charge at him but was stopped as the three normal wolves lunged at her from different sides.
"You pests!" she shouted as she stomped on one of them, basically splitting the beast in two. At the sa ti, she extended her arm, grabbed the head of another, and crushed its head.
And the last one was dealt with soon after, with her kick.
The beasts were in no condition to move, much less fight, so Zaroth desummoned them.
At the sa ti, he did sothing that went against what his instincts were telling him and charged at the woman with full force.
The woman's eyes sparkled. "So, finally decided to fight like a man, huh?!" she shouted as she got hold of her hamr.
With lighting speed, she brought it down.
She was poisoned, making her slower, and yet Zaroth barely managed to get his body out of the way, with the exception of his left leg.
"UGH!" he grunted as he felt his leg being squashed by the weight of the hamr.
No matter, muscles, nerves, or bones, all was turned to dust from the might of the attack.
And yet, rather than being in despair, Zaroth locked eyes with the woman, a nacing smile spreading on his face.
"Who would be foolish enough to fight fairly?"
Hearing his words, the woman's eyes narrowed as she realized her mistake.
But it was too late.
She staggered back as Hellweaver ramd into her.
The spider, as big as a horse with a bulkier body, was able to sowhat rival the woman's strength after she had been weakened.
Without hesitation, the beast bit the woman, and she scread in pain.
Before, the poison had only been a small amount, as it was only Zaroth's weapons that had been laced with it.
But what about now? Hellweaver had probably injected close to half a liter of poison into her system in a second.
The woman opened her mouth as she spat blood.
In a fit of rage, she rotated her body, getting out of Hellweaver's grasp, and hit it with her hamr.
Not once, but several tis in quick successions.
From the force of her powerful attacks, the exoskeleton finally gave way, and Hellweaver was thrown to the side as the beast began to bleed profusely.
Taking ragged breaths as blood was falling from her eyes, the woman was about to collapse as she needed rest.
She was exhausted, so she didn't expect Zaroth to sohow manage to find his way onto her body.
He wrapped his uninjured leg around her waist and his left arm around her neck.
He had ditched the sword and had taken out the dagger as he was now too close to use the large blade.
Focusing his arm to move, he slashed as fast as he could, creating several shallow wounds on her body as more poison entered her system.
She was exhausted, so it seed that her skin had beco sohow thinner, allowing Zaroth to pierce it.
The red-haired woman knew that she didn't have the strength to wield the hamr anymore, so she made her palm into a fist and punched Zaroth in the face.
Not once, but several tis, as fast and hard as she could.
There was no way he would let go of his own violation after all.
Zaroth's vision blurred, his teeth broke, his nose did too, and at so point, so did his skull.
And yet his arm didn't stop, no, it attacked even faster and faster. He had beco a killing machine at this point, nothing mattered other than his opponent dying.
In the end, the woman succumbed to the poison and collapsed on the ground.
Rotating his body so he could see the sky, Zaroth was barely able to hear the words of the emperor announcing his victory and the cheers of the crowd.
If he had the strength for it, he would have smiled.
He had advanced to the thirteenth round.
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