BOOM!
The explosion was violent, and this time blood sprayed as the skin on both sides of Arvyn's neck split and tore open.
Rhys finally jumped back with the recoil, his daggers coming free with it, yet he never took his eyes off her.
He watched for even the slightest shift, even the smallest hesitation, because with someone like Arvyn, the gap between "hurt" and "nothing" could be less than a blink.
Both sides of Arvyn's neck looked completely shredded, her windpipe fully visible.
But it was meaningless. In the next second, her flesh regrew, sealing the impossible wound in the blink of an eye.
"2 is gone. 8 left," Arvyn spoke while slowly turning her head to look at him, the same smile still fixed on her face.
Even that kind of wound had not forced her to dodge or defend. She endured it purely through her high stats.
Rhys flicked a quick glance toward the spectators and found Selina. He caught the frown on her face.
Their opponent was unmistakably an unkillable monster.
