CHAPTER 236
"Huff…. Haaaa…. Haaaa…. Argh…."
Bruce could be seen panting exasperatedly, his chest heaving with every ragged breath.
The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed through the space, followed immediately by a muffled grunt of pain from the werewolf.
The fractured bones of his right arm, which he had sacrificed to deliver that final, powerful strike, could be seen shifting back into their proper alignment.
Once he had finished resetting the bone, he stared down at the torn blood vessels and mangled skin of his hand with a stoic, detached expression.
Slowly, the monstrous features of his werewolf form began to recede, melting away as he reverted to his human state.
The entire cavern fell into a heavy, expectant silence.
The remaining Aspirants looked back and forth between Bruce and the corpse of the Minotaur, which lay buried under a mound of jagged rubble.
Soon enough, the transformation was complete.
