My Ten Wives and Ten Rings in the Apocalypse

"I'm fucked."

Swoosh!

Bang!

A silhouette was sent flying. He rolled thrice in the air and crashed on the cold hard floor. A red liquid flew out of his mouth and his face was pale. His lungs constricted. Some of his ribs were broken.

Yet, the silhouette didn't dare to care about his injuries. He rolled on the ground to the side, avoiding a sharp claw attack.

The hard asphalt couldn't withstand the powerful attack and cracks appeared on it with four sharp claws.

Grandpa gets on his feet quickly and picks up his weapon. He stared at the beast in front of him with his mouth ajar. 'How the fuck didn't I notice it before it arrived close to me.' He cursed in his heart.

A row of words appeared in his mind. 'Desolate Feral Dog'

The Desolate Feral Dog was close to 3-meter high with long fur, a long head, and sharp teeth. Its eyes were a shade of green while it had brown fur and stripes of yellow.

The two beings stared at each other for a moment before they pounced on each other. The speed of the Feral Dog was insane. It caught Grandpa Phillip off guard.

Before he knew what was happening, the claw of the Feral dog was closer to his face. His body moves according to his instinct and he raises his weapon close to his face to block the attack.

Bang!

The force from the attack forced him to take a couple of steps backward, leaving a crack on the road. His weapon and arms were trembling from the aftershock.

For a couple of seconds; his hands were numb from the absence of blood. Every fiber in his body was trying hard to diffuse the impact.

"I can't get hit again." He murmured and jumped, dodging another powerful attack.

Quickly, his body regains its mobility, and instead of avoiding the incoming attack.

A golden circle appeared on his head and swung his polearm with great strength. The polearm generates a gust of wind, appearing on the left side of the in-air Feral Dog.

As an evolved beast, the sharp instinct of the Feral Dog was nothing to scuff off. It twisted its body in the air and parried the attack with its left arm.

Both entities stumbled backward before they attacked each other again. After a couple of hitting and colliding the two existence were on equal ground. Though the Feral Dog was extremely Fast.

But the powerful polearm sent it packing.

The long tongue of the Feral Dog was outside, it moved around Grandpa Phillip, searching for an opening.

Meanwhile, beads of sweat were pouring down from his head. His chest rises and falls. Yet, his gaze never left the prey. Both of them stared at each other waiting patiently.

It has turned into a game of attrition. Only the existence with the greater endurance and stamina would have the last laughs.

After looking for an opening for a couple of seconds, the Feral Dog got impatient and pounced on Grandpa Phillip.

"Die! You mother fucking freaking Dog!" He shouted with veins protruding from his forehead.

His polearm blurred with the atmosphere and the side belly of the Feral Dog. Seeing his attack almost successful. A wild smile appeared on his face.

Bang!

Instead of the Feral Dog retreating, it continued on its attack. Immediately his expression changed and a deep fear appeared in his eyes. He wanted to dodge the incoming sharp claw but it was too late.

'How cunning!' He thought and…

Bang!

Ah!

A miserable cry escaped from Grandpa Phillip's mouth. He stumbled backward and clutched his face. Blood was spilling out from a deep cut on his face. The cut starts from his right face down to his chest.

The Desolate Feral Dog landed on the ground and grimaced in pain. It rolled on the ground twice and puked a large amount of blood. Some of its ribs and intestine had been shattered.

It barked in pain and stared furiously at the course of its agony. For a couple of minutes, the man and the beast were recuperating from the deadly injury.

Grandpa Phillip couldn't open his right eyes and the sharp Feral Dog was deep enough to see his skull. He sat on the cold hard ground and inhaled and exhaled deeply. He grinds his teeth from making any noise.

He shook his head vehemently and his muscles tightened. He was in so much pain and wanted to scream. But he realized his current situation and bore the pain silently.

'I need to leave the opening. Those damned zombies are attracted by blood'

He stood up with some difficulty and stared at the Feral Dog with maximum hatred.

"Only one of us will leave this place alive." He muttered and rushed toward the beast in vengeance.

Now, the battle has turned personal.

The Feral Dog looked at Grandpa Phillip without an ounce of fear. It got on its four and bent its forelimbs, and its head almost touched the ground.

Now, they are going all out. Thus, no one is willing to let the other party go except being dead.

Swoosh!

The Feral Dog catapulted forward into the air like a straight bullet. It appeared in front of Grandpa Philip. However, he wasn't surprised but welcomed the attack with open arms.

He tilted his body to the side a bit and sent his weapon downward, going for the beast's belly.

Bang!

Both parties receive their shares of the attack. A ghastly cut appeared on his chest, leaving a deep trace of a sharp claw with blood pumping from the injuries.

While the beast cried in misery. It rolled on the ground, puking out blood continuously. Its strong fur had dimmed and its breathing was erratic.

Luckily for Grandpa Philip; the Feral Dog's soft spot was its belly. Its intestine had mashed up, only its strong stamina and endurance made it still alive.

Grandpa Philip wasn't any better. He knew his life was drifting away from him every second if he didn't find help to nurse his ghastly injury. But the vengeance in his heart won't allow him to flee.

"Die!"

He rushed forward with the last bit of strength in him while the golden circle on his head glowed brightly. Suddenly, something broke deep inside his body. He was enlightened.

The Feral Dog barked and sprang on its feet and made its last effort.

Seeing the incoming sharp teeth of the beast coming for his head. He smirked.

'This time around. It would be different.'

"Pole smash!"

Boom!

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