Just as Yoost had feared, Mammon fought as if the battle were merely a game. He had imposed greater restrictions than usual, limiting himself to only twenty percent of his strength. Despite this, Kim Ki-Rok darted and weaved, narrowly avoiding certain death.
"Ugh. Damn it..."
No matter how accustomed he was to pain, it still hurt. Kim Ki-Rok glanced down at his left arm. The agony radiating from the limp limb was far worse than he'd anticipated. It wasn't dislocated—it was clearly broken. Nonetheless, Kim Ki-Rok spat the dirt from his mouth and steadied himself again.
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