The elite rabid wolf wasn't a pushover. It wasn't just going to lie in wait for Rohan to arrive.
It met him halfway, springing off the ground with a smoothness and speed that instantly made the ordinary wolves look like little more than mangy pests. Even after everything Rohan had been through lately, that first clash still managed to catch him off guard. The difference between and ordinary E rank beast and an elite one wasn't just the bigger claws and scarier aura.
The entire beast was more refined, more complete — closer to perfection per se.
Like all the useless parts had been shaved away, leaving behind only what was necessary to just just kill and survive in the Origin Realm, but thrive.
The wolf's body twisted through the air. Instead of going straight for this throat or torso like the ordinary ones, it cam in at an angle, aiming to slip past the line of his spear and tear into the side of his knee.
'Fast!'
