Beasts were beasts, be it magical or not. Some rules were universal, and they applied to humans, too.
The moment an animal attacked was also the time when it was most vulnerable. Without battle stances to compensate for that flaw, any seasoned hunter could exploit that weakness.
Liam didn't have the time to arrange traps, so he once again became the trap. Just like he had done with the jailer, he had welcomed injuries to create the opportunity for a deadly blow.
However, Liam was different now. He had to rely on his teeth back then, fighting like a mere beast. Instead, his opponent was the beast now, while he was a cultivator.
Where Liam's knife had failed, his iron, Qi-empowered fingers had succeeded. His steel grip had pierced the wolf's hide, ripping away a significant chunk of its throat.
