The little monster was also mad. The severe pain made him mad. His two claws firmly grasped my blade, and then raised it forcefully upward, trying to lift the knife from his shoulder.

I grabbed the handle and pulled it down. The whole blade slid over his shoulder, deepening the wound. The strong cold penetrated into his body, and the little monster's dark face turned a little white at this time. His whole body was covered with a pale frost. This must have hurt his fundamentals. I couldn't help stepping back a few steps because of excessive exertion, and then I fell to the ground with a soft foot.

I...