How could two low-level adventurers who had just experienced a fierce battle compare to the Minotaur's stamina?
Even without mentioning stamina, in terms of both strength and speed, it completely overwhelmed low-level adventurers.
Bell followed behind Welf, realizing this as he watched the Minotaur continuously accelerate.
He glanced at Welf, who was fleeing ahead, and Bell instantly stopped, raising his weapon to try and block the behemoth.
On all fours, like a bull, the Minotaur let out a roar when it saw Bell stop, then charged forward with its horns.
The Minotaur's horns were the hardest part of its entire body, and Bell naturally dared not meet them head-on.
Slightly turning his body, Bell used the hilt of the beheading greatsword to block vertically in front of him, avoiding a direct collision with the horns, and pressed the hilt against the Minotaur's head.
Although he avoided the most dangerous horns, Bell overlooked the force generated by the Minotaur's charge.
"Ah!"
Bell was directly sent flying by the monster's head-on collision, crashing heavily into the nearby wall.
After knocking Bell flying, the Minotaur continued its charge, heading straight for Welf.
Poor Welf had just turned his head upon hearing Bell's cry when he was impaled through the abdomen by the charging Minotaur.
"Welf!"
With a flick of its head, Welf and Liliruca were also slammed heavily against the wall.
After leaving everyone behind, the Minotaur stopped charging and stood up, walking on two legs towards Welf, seemingly intending to finish him off with its fists.
"Welf! Wake up!"
Compared to Welf, who had been impaled through the abdomen, Liliruca was still conscious and kept calling out to Welf, but it was clear that he had fallen unconscious.
She could only continuously pull at his body, trying to drag him away from there.
But at this moment, the Minotaur had already reached them and raised its fist high.
"Roar!!!"
The one screaming was not Liliruca or her companions, but the Minotaur, who had just been about to attack.
A huge cleaver ambushed it from behind, slicing through its tough skin and hard muscles, severely wounding the monster that had been unscathed until now.
As the beheading greatsword drank the monster's blood, it also continuously repaired the damage it had sustained earlier.
"I won't... let you hurt them!"
Standing behind the monster, Bell gasped for breath as he raised the beheading greatsword in his hand once more.
Before he could strike, he immediately rolled to dodge the Minotaur's furious punch.
The Minotaur's rage allowed it to unleash its full strength, even when severely wounded, punching the ground until cracks appeared.
Just like that, Bell once again became entangled with the monster.
But Bell, knowing his strength was insufficient, didn't try to match the Minotaur's power, instead continuously rolling and jumping to evade its attacks.
"This speed isn't as fast as Fu Hua's, I can dodge it!"
Through constant sparring, Bell had mastered many combat techniques, and he exerted all his effort to dodge the Minotaur's wild, uncoordinated punches and kicks.
One side attacked without any method, while the other was inferior in strength, agility, and stamina.
The outcome of this battle was still unclear.
While Bell fought, Liliruca continuously called out to Welf, taking out the elixirs she had prepared from her bag, pouring some on Welf's wounds and making him drink the rest.
"Welf, can you move now?"
Although he had woken up after drinking the potion, it was only a low-grade elixir after all; Welf's wounds hadn't fully recovered, only the bleeding had stopped.
"Liliruca…"
Welf weakly opened his eyes, "Where's Bell?"
"Bell…"
Actually, Liliruca didn't need to say anything; Welf saw Bell constantly clashing with the Minotaur on the battlefield as soon as he asked.
However, he could also tell that Bell was no match for the Minotaur in terms of physical attributes; one mistake and he would be defeated by the Minotaur.
"No… Bell isn't the Minotaur's opponent, I have to find a way…"
Welf reached out and touched the long object he had been keeping wrapped in cloth on his back, but after clenching his fist, he still didn't unwrap it.
Just as he was struggling with something, Liliruca suddenly stood up and ran off in another direction.
"Liliruca!?"
Welf looked at Liliruca fleeing in dismay and sighed helplessly, "Is it betrayal again?… It's normal."
He forced himself to sit up, supporting his body.
Welf looked at Bell and the Minotaur on the battlefield and slowly grabbed the long object wrapped in cloth beside him.
And what about Bell at this moment…?
In the continuous battle, his stamina became more and more depleted, and sweat poured down him like a waterfall.
But he knew he couldn't fall, because his companions were already severely wounded, and if he fell, they would all face death.
At this moment, he had no time to pay attention to anything else; his eyes were only on the enemy in front of him.
"Not enough stamina… What should I do…?"
He deeply felt the state of his body at this moment; if he rolled a few more times, he would probably collapse from exhaustion.
Adjust your breathing!
A familiar voice appeared in his ear.
No, it should have appeared in his mind.
Memories of past training resurfaced at this moment of extreme mental tension.
When sparring with Fu Hua, he had often fallen due to being hit or from exhaustion, and every time this happened, Fu Hua would tell him to adjust his breathing.
Gasping when tired is an instinctive physiological reaction for everyone, but this physiological reaction is not correct.
Bell had always just made his breathing regular and rhythmic again.
But this time, he seemed to recall something deeper that he hadn't paid attention to before.
"It seems the breathing rhythm of the seniors… is all the same."
Although he had never specifically learned breathing techniques, he subconsciously imitated the breathing rhythm of others.
Originating from the lungs, a golden Hamon injected oxygen into the blood, bursting forth from the blood.
Muscle fatigue and physical exhaustion seemed to have left him at this moment.
Even new strength continuously burst forth from his bone marrow and blood, life was nourished again, and his condition recovered significantly.
Bell didn't know what this was, but he knew that as long as he could maintain this rhythm, then even when facing the Minotaur, he had a possibility of victory!