Chapter 61.1, The Attack Part II
He was overwhelmingly powerful. Three people were sent flying in a flash with a swing of his arm. Though it was unclear if they survived, they did not budge an inch on the ground where they lay. That single attack broke the spirit of all the mercenaries who had come running to the rescue.
He did not possess any extraordinary skills. It was simply the pure physical strength of a beast.
Every single move of his was so swift that no human could keep up with him. It was no more than a display of the abilities of a beast in human skin possessing human intelligence.
One of the mercenaries recklessly unsheathed his sword and yelled out as he rushed towards the werewolf. The sword came in contact with the werewolf’s torso covered in brown fur, however, it was easily deflected. His arm was carelessly shaken off and the force of it sent him flying a few feet as if he were a ball.
It was the weapon. A sword was no good. Ordinary weapons do little to no damage to a werewolf.
A mercenary raised his voice as he stood in front of the children, shielding them. He was a large man and yet he looked more like a child before the werewolf.
“D-Does anyone have weapons made of silver?!”
“Oh right! I do have a knife…”
A female hunter, who was moderately equipped, pulled out a puny knife. It looked like a charm that she carried around for protection.