It's as if the target of the stab isn't a body of flesh, but rather a rubber with great tenacity.
The Experimental Body roars and folds its arms, aiming to embrace the black shadow that assaulted it.
The shadow moves like the wind, instantly retreating with a flash step.
In the darkness, Fang Cheng's eyes emit a red light, staring intently at the demon-like Experimental Body.
He notices that the opponent's eyes, which had been damaged by gunfire, have been resealed by healed flesh, forming a protective membrane.
Bullets, unless they hit vulnerable spots, cause very limited damage.
The Butterfly Knife is similarly unable to pierce through the opponent's armor-like robust muscular tissues.
As for using fists and feet, it's clearly of no use against such a monster.
Fang Cheng hesitates for a moment.
Of course, he could choose to delay for a while longer, eluding his adversary and safely retreating from this place.
But—
