Swishh!!!
Olga swung the massive, menacing ace with such speed that even made Viktor feel a bit scared.
Although the axe looked heavy, it was able to cut thick metal like cutting a piece of paper. He has no doubt the weapon could easily separate his head from his body.
The image of himself, gasping for life as his head rolled away from his body, only made Viktor's concentration waver. In that split second, a kick landed on his torso, and he was launched out of the wooden hut.
Bamm!
"Ugh, it hurts, god dammit!" Viktor landed on the soft snow, but he could feel his entire body ache.
That was definitely a hit from someone with at least 40 or could even be 50 points of strength. What he felt was definitely much stronger than a hit from a stage 3 zombie. No wonder his two bodyguards ended up incapacitated with just one hit.
Olga, the bearded man, walked out of the hut with his lips curled into a wicked smile.
